Free Yolo by Lauren Myracle Page B

grid. back eventually. #maybe.”
mad maddie:
ack, I hear that
SnowAngel:
huh?
SnowAngel:
our friend is hurting and in pain and you’re glad she’s “gone off the grid”???
mad maddie:
what? no, I’m not glad! I said NOTHING about being glad.
mad maddie:
just, I understand the impulse.
SnowAngel:
what impulse?
mad maddie:
to go off the grid, even if you don’t like that expression. to just . . . not deal.
SnowAngel:
but we’re her friends! we’re supposed to HELP her deal!
mad maddie:
yes. I know. and we will. I feel just as bad for Zoe as you do.
mad maddie:
I’m just acknowledging the fact that sometimes, when crappy things happen, it’s tempting to disappear for a while.
SnowAngel:
*narrows eyes*
mad maddie:
and again, I’m not saying we’re going to LET Zoe disappear. but don’t you ever feel like you’re constantly “on”? like you’re chained to your phone/tablet/laptop/whatever? like you cldn’t escape even if you wanted to?
SnowAngel:
as in, do I obsessively check for texts, emails, tweets, snapchats, and FB posts?
SnowAngel:
NO
mad maddie:
I do. sometimes I want to smash the internet with a rock. then I remember that y’all live in there, so I don’t.
SnowAngel:
hmmph
mad maddie:
and now off to a diner on the boardwalk that serves maple bacon donut dogs.
mad maddie:
let me say that again: Maple. Bacon. Donut. Dogs.
SnowAngel:
that sounds revolting
mad maddie:
by which you mean “delicious beyond belief”? agreed. I shld buy a dozen and mail them to Zoe.
SnowAngel:
are Zara and the Esbees going with you?
mad maddie:
ish
SnowAngel:
they’re going with you “ish”? I don’t even know what that means.
mad maddie:
so don’t worry about it
SnowAngel:
as for me, I’m txting from smelly laundry room in smelly dorm. (not my dorm.) Sunday night keg party, baby!
mad maddie:
if you’re at a keg party, why are you hiding in the smelly laundry room?
SnowAngel:
eh. party is fun, but SO MUCH DRUNKENNESS!
mad maddie:
then leave
SnowAngel:
don’t be silly! my constant companion, Reid, is here with me, and we’re having a delightful conversation.
mad maddie:
um, no. you’re texting me.
SnowAngel:
but he’s holding my crutches. that’s nice, isn’t it?
SnowAngel:
I’m sitting on one of the washing machines.
mad maddie:
and Reid’s just standing there watching you???
SnowAngel:
AND HOLDING MY CRUTCHES! omg, are you not listening?
mad maddie:
is that sweet or creepy?
SnowAngel:
it’s sweet, dummy!
mad maddie:
hmmm. in that case, I like Reid. tell him to keep taking care of you.
SnowAngel:
ok, hold on . . .
SnowAngel:
Reid sez it is his pleasure and honor.
mad maddie:
uh-oh. leaning back toward creepy . . .
mad maddie:
is he after yr body?
SnowAngel:
no
mad maddie:
are you after HIS body?
SnowAngel:
plz! not in a million years.
mad maddie:
why not? cuz he’s a geek?
SnowAngel:
he’s not my type, that’s all
mad maddie:
why not? cuz he’s a geek?
SnowAngel:
Maddie, let’s review:
SnowAngel:
Reid’s an engineering major. his favorite class is optics, which I don’t even know what that is, and he thinks it’s a crime against the universe that I haven’tseen all the “Star Wars” movies. (and he has slightly acne-scarred skin, and it’s not terrible, but . . . yeah.)
mad maddie:
ahhhh. so you’re just using him to lug around your crutches and watch you text ppl.
SnowAngel:
stop trying to make me feel bad!
SnowAngel:
I like him—as a FRIEND—but he’s not in a fraternity. I know you won’t understand, but at UGA, Greeks are expected to date Greeks.
mad maddie:
I think I’m going to vomit
SnowAngel:
wow. thx. vomit away, Mads. vomit all over yr stupid hot dog donut!!!
    Sun, Oct 6 , 11:28 PM P . D . T .
mad maddie:
as it turns out, I did not spend my night vomiting all over my donut.
mad maddie:
I