It’s disgusting. It really is. I’ve seen ‘While You Were Sleeping’, like, twenty times, and I still believe in the whole Prince Charming thing.” –Jennifer Love Hewitt Later in the night my cell phone lights up the eclipsed room. I fumble across the mounds of ruffled pillows and snag it from its retro pink charging dock. It’s a text from Trey. You do know that there’s more than one Trey in the world, but I’m taking it as a compliment that you think it was me. –Trey He’s talking about the pic I sent him at Cadillac Ranch, I’d almost forgotten about it. I sit up, shoving pillows behind me and text him back. Don’t lie, admit it, you’re an underground paint-slinger. I’m not Shepard Fairey. Hey, are you gonna be up for another five minutes? –Trey I check the time, seven minutes till ten and instantly I feel a swirl of jittery butterflies rush to my stomach. Yeah, you wanna call me?
