I scoured all the social media sites but couldn’t find her, not that I’m a Facebook or Twitter guru. Hudson made me join earlier this summer so I didn’t cramp his style. According to him, his best friend shouldn’t be socially inept, so Hudson made my profiles, slapped the passwords in my hand, and chirped some friends my way or whatever the hell it is that Twitterers do. Now that I think of it, I’m pretty sure Piper said tweet. So, Hudson tweets for me, occasionally. I couldn’t ask for more in a best friend. Believe me, I thought about going back to her house more than once over the past two dreadfully long and agonizing days. I want nothing else than to see her again, but she didn’t exactly invite me back, and I don’t want to seem like a bigger stalker than I already am. I came close last night, my nerves on end while I paced my bedroom floor. Hudson advised me from his spot on my bed. “Play it cool, Cash. You can’t seem desperate. Chicks don’t dig desperation.”
