Chapter Twenty-One

Archer

@tiffengle Apparently nerd is in now. #whoknew #iblamehollywood #wheresmydate #hotgirlproblems

Me: I’m gonna do it.

Mac: Come out of the closet?

Me: Ha!

Mac: I’ll support you no matter what, but we’re not dating. I like girls.

Me: Me too, you idiot.

Mac: Is that any way to talk to the guy you like?

Me: I’m close to never talking to you again.

Mac: Okay. What are you really going to do?

Me: Ask Kassidy out on a date.

Mac: Don’t take her painting this time.

Me: I won’t. I’m asking her to see the Rocketlaunchers.

Mac: Don’t launch a rocket at her face.

Me: The Rocketlaunchers are a band.

Mac: What a stupid name.

Me: Yeah, but she likes them, and Ross got us tickets.

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Ross: What’s up?

Me: I’m about to ask Kassidy about the concert.

Ross: Sweet. Text me after.

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Me: Guess what?

Kassidy: What?

Me: My brother scored those tickets for the Rocketlaunchers’ concert.

Kassidy: He did?

Me: Yep.

Kassidy: Awesome!

Me: It’s next Saturday in SF.

Kassidy: Super cool.

Me: Do you want to go with me?

Kassidy: Of course! Are you sure you want to go?

Me: Yep.

Kassidy: But I know you’re not a fan.

Me: It’s the least I can do to make up for painting your face.

Kassidy: This would do it.

Me: So, it’s a yes?

Kassidy: I just have to ask my parents.

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Ross: What did she say?

Me: She has to ask her parents.

Ross: Ooh, shot down.

Me: Dick.

Ross: Did you forget the word “big”?

Me: No, I forgot the word “tiny.”

Ross: Are we talking about yours?

Me: Screw you.

Ross: Hey, don’t take it out on me. I didn’t turn you down.

Me: She didn’t. She’ll come.

Ross: Someone’s cocky.

Me: Nah. I just know how much she likes the Rocketlaunchers.