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The sound of Diva's laughter filled the dining hall as she was looking at something in her phone in hand. Blaze furrowed his eyebrows and said, "Can't you lower your volume?" He was having a peaceful time while having his breakfast until Diva interrupted him. "You have to see this, Blaze." Diva couldn't stop giggling as she showed him her phone screen which had a funny meme on it. Blaze just watched it for a split second before turning his gaze back to his meal. "I don't find memes funny," he deadpanned.

So I pulled out my phone again, this time scrolling through my saved folder labeled “EMERGENCY GIGGLES.” I found a meme I knew would work. A sketchy cartoon cat trying to play a grand piano with arms that were way too short. It was dumb. Like, impressively dumb. “Look at this,” I said, turning the screen toward him. He glanced at it. Blinked. Then let out a snort. “That’s so stupid,” he said. “But you smiled.” “No, I didn’t.” “You totally did.” He rolled his eyes, took a long sip of juice, then bumped his shoulder into mine. “Okay. Maybe I did.”

He's remembering her laugh. "Can I see?" The question leapt out, sharp and brittle as breaking glass. He looked up, surprised, then shrugged. "Sure?" He held out the phone. My fingers were cold as I took it. The screen was bright in the dim room. It was, as promised, a dumb meme- a photoshopped picture of a famous building with a ridiculous caption about architects. The group chat was labeled "The Drafting Table." The last three senders were Ben, another old friend, Ben again. The shame was immediate, corrosive, flooding my veins with heat. I had barged into an innocent moment and exposed the festering sickness of my own mind. I thrust the phone back at him as if it had burned me.

Me crossing the room, leaning in to kiss Kyrian on the cheek and the one second I stayed, paused and stretched into many seconds. I scrolled past it and the headlines were something else entirely. PLAYBOOK'S CONNIE AND KYRIAN: ARE THEY THE REAL DEAL? THE KISS THAT BROKE THE INTERNET—CRESTFIELD'S COUPLE CHEMISTRY. I stared at that last one for a moment longer than the others. "Are you seeing the memes?" Hori said, still chattering like a broken radio. "Connie there's a whole thread—" "I see them."

Rather, I typed the one thing that had been stuck on my mind for the past hour. Me: These memes are not helping since I may have or may not have fucked him last weekend...and also told him minutes ago that I was glad to work UNDER him! When I hit send, I dropped the phone like it was on fire and took a deep breath, already dreading what was coming next. Right on cue, my phone blared to life. HERA I sighed, the woman was about to scream my ears off.

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i KnEw iT! "Guys, I'm so done with the four of you. Just make sure that you win, 'kay?" I gave up. I lost it when he said Levi Spinner. The meme song of Levi being a fidget spinner because of how fast he kills the titans just killed me. The meme, this is too much! Please, send help! "PLAYERS! THE TOURNAMENT WILL BEGIN IN FIVE MINUTES! THOSE WHO ARE NOT PARTICIPATING, MAKE YOUR WAY INTO THE WAITING AREA!"

"He's the best." "The what dude?" I laughed, not quite sure if I'd heard her correctly. "The wiener dude." she repeated, exactly as I had assumed. "You know.. the dude that sells wieners?" "Aren't they called hotdogs?" I raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Or is that just an Australian thing?" "Nah, we call them hotdogs sometimes," she chuckled. "But 'wiener' is so much more fun to say." "We need to get you one," Conner decided. "You can't go to your first game and not eat a wiener."