Falling for My Best Friend (Fated #1) by Hazel Kelly Read Free Book Online Page B

said.
    A young boy approached the table. He must’ve been at least
sixteen, but he didn’t look a day over twelve. “Are you ladies ready to order?”
    “Yes,” I said. “We’ll have two pulled pork wraps and two
raspberry lemonades please.”
    “And a basket of hand cut chips,” Fiona added.
    The boy took a moment to practice his penmanship before looking
up from his notepad. “Coming right up.”
    I turned to Fiona. “You just had to get the chips, didn’t you?”
    “I think I have some kind of deficiency, like I need salt to
live.”
    “We all need salt to live.”
    “But I need it in excess.”
    “Maybe you should get that checked out.”
    “I did,” she said. “The doctor told me to eat more chips.”
    I shook my head. “You must’ve dreamt that.”
    “Speaking of dreams, did the guy who brought you here give you the
feeling?”
    “No, but I never get the feeling.”
    “No butterflies? No stomach dropping out from under you?”
    I shook my head. “It was purely physical. Like painting by
numbers, ya know? Satisfyingly predictable but completely forgettable.”
    She sighed. “Where have all the cowboys gone?”
    “Maybe they all died in the nineties along with that song.”
    “Maybe.” She pulled out her phone. “I guess I was just hoping
you’d have some good news for me. I’m kind of nervous about meeting this guy I
got matched up with.”
    “Let’s see him,” I said, reaching for her phone. A beautiful
blue eyed boy toy stared back at me in head to toe green. He was holding a
glass shoe filled with green beer. “He’s adorable.”
    “And totally my type, right?”
    “Lookswise.”
    “Plus, I love St. Patrick’s Day, too.”
    “Let’s hope that’s not the only thing you have in common.”
    “Anyway, he seems really sweet so far- not sleazy at all- and
it’s been a while since I… ya know?”
    “Well if I got lucky and broke my dry spell, I don’t see why you
shouldn’t get lucky, too.” I handed the phone back to her. “Especially if this
guy has the luck of the Irish on his side.”
    “Fingers crossed.”
    “But you know better than to get your hopes up before a Tinder
date, Fi. You’re just setting yourself up to get hurt that way.”
    “I know.” She looked at the guy one last time and slipped her
phone in her purse. “I guess I’m just getting kind of sick of this whole scene.”
    “What scene?”
    She shrugged. “The Tinder scene.”
    “Oh?”
    “Like it was a great novelty in the beginning, and it made it so
easy to meet new people, but now it feels so cheap.”
    “I know what you mean.”
    “I don’t know how to describe it. It’s like now that I’ve been
using it for a while, I’ve started to feel like people are more… disposable.
Does that make sense?”
    “It does.”
    “I mean, I actually swipe people who aren’t even in my phone, like
people on the sidewalk even.”
    “I know. I’ve caught you doing it a few times. Your eyes give
you away.”
    “It’s like no one in my world is safe from being swiped. It’s
ridiculous.”
    “It’s not like we’re gonna be on it forever.”
    “But how long is too long?” she asked. “It’s actually gotten to
the point where I’ll check the app while I’m on dates if the guy goes to the
bathroom or something.”
    “They’re probably up to the same shit.”
    The boy came back with our drinks and we thanked him.
    “Right?” She scooted her lemonade towards her. “It’s starting to
feel really unhealthy, though, like I’ve forgotten how to enjoy the moment
cause I’m always looking for the next thing.”
    “You and everybody else.”
    “And what’s the point of even trying to enjoy the moment if I
know the person I’m with is thinking about whether or not the next girl he
meets will be easier or better company or prettier or-”
    “I know,” I said. “I couldn’t agree more.”
    “On the other hand, if I’ve had a shitty day, nothing boosts my
spirits like left swiping a bunch