2019-11-11 - The Fluttering Has to Go Somewhere

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : I'm in trouble.

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : Trouble? What kind of trouble?

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Gorgeous, delicious, exquisite trouble.

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : Oh really? With which of your joys is this trouble being found?

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : New one. Almost twice my age. Gods. I don't need more, Nicole.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : But he keeps up so well I'm pretty sure I might be the one working to keep up with him.

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : Oh my. You mean, you've met your match?

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Fuck.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Yeah maybe.

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : Hate to say it, kitten, but you sound smitten.

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : Perhaps that's what you've been searching for.. the one that made YOU work

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Have I been searching? I've just been having fun. They're all fucking wonderful. Just...

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : It is GOOD work.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : This one.

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : How long have you been seeing him? I thought you were hot with Gabe last I saw you.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : I am! He's wonderful. I love his face.

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : Must be the energy of youth. I am only a few years older, yet...

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Just met this guy. Few nights ago at a bar. Imposed myself on him Saturday.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Spent hours together. Talking.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Driving.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Burgers.

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : Pancakes?

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Heh. Nah.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Supposed to be scotch but he got called into work.

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : Ahh. Rainchecked Scotch? Wait, you like Scotch?

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : I don't! Not really.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : I don't think I've met a scotch that didn't taste a little bit like licking the ground.

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : Yet you're going to drink Scotch with him?

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : Yep. You're done in. Who is he?

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : I want nothing more in this whole wide world than to drink scotch with him.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Name's Yule. He's a doctor.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Medical examiner.

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : well damn. Should I be looking for Bridesmaid's dresses? Oh, Yule? He's a neighbor. Don't really know him well though.

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : well damn. Should I be looking for Bridesmaid's dresses? Oh, Yule? He's a neighbor. Don't really know him well though.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Tch. No.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Isn't he pretty?

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : Yeah, he's not hard to look at.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : I just needed to let this out. It feels like I've got all this fluttering inside of me with nowhere to go.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Like how I felt when I was falling for AJ. Before I knew I could just melt into him, ya know?

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : I am all too familiar with the flutters. They are a lovely feeling.

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : So Scotch soon, huh?

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Soon.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : I'm not sure I'm going to be able to think about anything else until then.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : It's like my head is broken.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : I like lots of things!

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Why does my brain think this is the only thing worth thinking about? 🙁

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : I texted Joey last night saying my brain was broken. Different reason though... and because you are swooning, girl.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : I am.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : I so am.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : What's going on with your brain?

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : uh, so, I went to this meeting, for some Paranormal Society? Thought I could maybe learn a few things about.. things. Anyway, It wasn't good. It was not good. I was, well, shaken. I texted him after cuz all I could think of was being in his arms. I told him my brain was broken.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Shit.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : I was gonna go to that.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Are you alright?

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : Yeah. I was just literally shaken. This insane man ran in and was demanding I send him back. He thought I was the Dr. I just. I was freaked out a bit much and, then I was shaking in a different way. But yeah, Joey helped and it's a new day and nothing actually bad happened. Only momentarily bad. I have more questions than I had before hand though. Shit's weird.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : The doctor..? Send im back where? No. Shit. Sorry.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Yeah, that sounds really rough. I'm sorry, lovely.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : I'm glad Joey was there for you.

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : Dr.... Minerca. Some Asylum?

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : Minerva

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Weird.

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : Yeah...

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : Anyway... did I bore you out of thinking about Scotch, or are you just thinking about it more? 🙂

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Well, I'm thinking about it again now!

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : That story was NOT boring.

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : Maybe not, but I would rather talk about Scotch, or Pancakes. Hmm... I wonder if you can make scotch flavored syrup for Pancakes.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : He likes good scotch. Top shelf.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Maybe that'll turn me, right?

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Maybe it'll just taste like fancier rocks.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Should definitely ask Corey to make some scotch pancake syrup.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Then we can double-date breakfast.

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Like. Actual breakfast. No euphemisms.

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : Maybe! I actually don't know the first thing about Scotch, other than someone made me try one once that tasted like an ashtray...

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Ya know what, shit. I bet I could make it.

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : I was about to say, I like you Sparrow, but I'm not much on swinging

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : I mean. We could have breakfast by ourselves 😉

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : hot

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : Tease.

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : Maybe I just want to make you work for it. 😉

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : Maybe I just want to make you work for it. 😉

(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow : You're worth the effort 😉

(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole : <3