fancy lunchbox

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prompt: gail asked her friend holly to be her plus one for a wedding or something out of state and they have to drive and when they stop at a motel for the night the only room left has 1 small bed and they have to share. holly doesn't want gail to feel awkward about it so she tries really hard not to touch gail but ends up almost falling out of the bed and gail catches her and casually keeps her arms around her all night to "keep her safe"

“Gail,” Holly had said, cheerful and wheedling at the same time. 

Gail had turned in her chair and narrowed her eyes. Holly wanted something. She would give in with contemptuous ease, they both knew that, but she had a reputation to maintain. 

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Part 10 - Gail & Holly - Texting saga continues

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Lunchbox:
Just boarded. Sitting on the tarmac crying. Thanks for that.

Gail:
What did I do? Better yet, you’re coming home?!?!?

Lunchbox:
Read your email and yes, touch down after 6pm tonight.

Gail:
Oh that. U cried?

Lunchbox:
Yes, tears and everything. You do good email.

Gail:
I am good at a lot of things, doesn’t mean I want to continue doing them.

Lunchbox:
Such a buzzkill.

Gail:
It’s a gift.

Lunchbox:
I am nodding.

Gail:
Do you want me to pick u up later? I am back at work today (cos I was sick, remember?) but I am off at 4.

Lunchbox:
No need to trouble yourself. Was planning on getting a taxi.

Gail:
It’s no trouble. I wouldn’t have offered otherwise.

Lunchbox:
If you insist then. Flight 254.

Gail:
I am insisting. If you’re really nice I might even bring u a present!

Lunchbox:
When am I not nice? I actually brought home a present for you too but you can’t have it yet.

Gail:
U can’t tell a girl she’s getting a present and then not give it to her as soon as u see her.

Lunchbox:
Well then I’ll have to find you another present between here and baggage claim because you are not getting this one.

Gail:
Well I think that’s only fair.

Gail:
Do u have plans the weekend of December 6?

Lunchbox:
That is months away.

Gail:
U are right. What was I thinking? Knowing me our friendship will have probably imploded by then.

Lunchbox:
Don’t be stupid. I’ll check my calendar.

Gail:
U do that.

Lunchbox:
Um, don’t hate me, but I do.

Gail:
Seriously? 2 months in advance?

Lunchbox:
Well this has been on the cards for 6, so…

Gail:
Bugger! It!

Lunchbox:
I know I am all things lovely, but why are you so desperate to make plans with me?

Gail:
My mother has this fancy dinner thing.

Lunchbox:
You want me to come to a dinner with you, plus one type of thing?

Gail:
No.

Lunchbox:
Um, ouch!

Gail:
Lol. No, I needed u to be my excuse for not coming. If I had plans with u she wouldn’t question it so much.

Lunchbox:
Okay, so just say you have plans with me then.

Gail:
Yeah, that’s not really how it really works with my mother. I would actually have to be in the same vicinity as u.

Lunchbox:
How on earth would she know whether you were near me or not? Did she GPS our phones?

Gail:
I wouldn’t put it past her. Anyway, she doesn’t know who u are. She would call me and then ask to speak to u to check that I am telling the truth.

Lunchbox:
OMG!

Gail:
I know :S It’s high school stuff. I just can’t do this particular dinner, for political reasons. And before u ask, that is what I say when I don’t want to talk about it.

Lunchbox:
Got it. Okay, can’t you ask one of your other friends?

Gail:
My mother knows and dislikes most of my other friends, except for Traci, so in her eyes they don’t count. Besides, Traci is probably invited. She can hang with my bro, whom by the way has a huge crush on her.

Lunchbox:
That’s sweet.

Gail:
And gross.

Lunchbox:
Okay, so what makes you think she would accept me as your excuse?

Gail:
That’s easy. You’re a doctor and are married to your work. That’s like hitting the friendship jackpot in her book. U can only rub off on me.

Lunchbox:
Lol

Gail:
That wasn’t meant to sound dirty.

Lunchbox:
It never does with you.

Lunchbox:
I guess you could come to my thing.

Gail:
Don’t sound too enthused about that.

Lunchbox:
You can definitely come to my thing! Better?

Gail:
A bit.

Lunchbox:
You’re a hard women to please. Okay, so I booked your ticket.

Gail:
U booked my what now?

Gail:
Lo?

Gail:
Okay, so I’m guessing u turned your phone off for your flight. Who the hell does that anymore? Now I have to wait 5 hours? U officially suck! And I am talking to myself…

Lunchbox:
Landed, though still sitting on the plane for some reason. Well you said you would come to my thing, it just happens to be in Vancouver.

Gail:
Is this a plus one type of thing?

Lunchbox:
No, this is my little sisters 25th birthday type of thing.

Gail:
I am not sure we are their yet. Friends, travelling together? It could get dicey.

Lunchbox:
You’re a nob.

Gail:
Aww, thank you. Will their be alcohol and Pictionary involved.

Lunchbox:
One can only hope. Be out in 10 minutes.

Gail:
I am already waiting.

Gail:
Okay, it’s been 10 minutes.

Lunchbox:
Patience my young Padawan. Bit of a queue at the top of the escalator.

Lunchbox:
A couple a metres away from the escalator.

Lunchbox:
One metre.

Lunchbox:
I am at the top of the escalator. I will shortly be descending down said escalator.

Gail:
I see you you big loon.

Lunchbox:
You look nice. Hot date?

Gail:
If u wanna call it that. What’s with the serial killer eyes?

Lunchbox:
You better watch out! My big long hugging arms are coming for you!

Gail:
That’s it. I am outta here.

Lunchbox:
Hey! Don’t you run away from me.

Lunchbox:
OMG! You are such a brat. Come back here!

Lunchbox:
This is not funny. Where did you go?

Gail:
Look behind u.

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