okay but sam getting a tongue ring. danny loves it.
“Oh my God, dude, stop pining.”
"Shut up I’m not pining,” Danny said. He sat on the floor of his and Tucker’s apartment, wrapped in a ten year old blanket with rocket ships and planets on it Tucker privately referred to as ‘Danny’s mope-cape.’ He had not looked away from the laptop planted in front of him.
“She’s only been gone three weeks. And it’s not like you don’t hear from her.”
“No, it’s been twenty-fives days and I have not heard from her. No hearing her voice on the phone, no texts, not even snapchat. Just an email whenever she manages a weak wifi signal.”
Being a pair of college boys, the cheap couch they had managed to scrounge up for the living room was hard and lumpy. Through diligent trial and error, Tucker had discovered the most comfortable position involved him laying on it in a way that partly had him upside down with his legs dangling as he played Pokemon on his 3DS.
"You are so whipped, dude,” Tucker shook his head fondly. “Sam tells you she might be able to Skype with you today and you’re sitting in front of the laptop all day like a puppy waiting at the door. I’m surprised she hasn’t made you wear a collar yet.”