The Best Kind of Forever (Riverside Reapers)
The Best Kind of Forever: Chapter 21

October 5th, Sunday, 2:38 p.m.

HAYES: You feeling better today?

AERIS: I am, thank you. You ever thought about becoming a life coach or a motivational speaker?

HAYES: Can’t say it’s ever really crossed my mind. I didn’t realize you liked listening to me talk so much. *smirking face emoji*

AERIS: Ugh, and that’s what I get for complimenting you.

HAYES: Hey, I love it when you compliment me. And stroke my ego.

AERIS: I’m pretty sure you like it when I stroke a lot of things.

HAYES: Gasp. Aeris, you naughty vixen. Are you sexting with me right now?

AERIS: Nope, just stating a hard fact.

HAYES: Hard. Ha.

AERIS: You’re a child, you know that?

HAYES: Come on. Lighten up. Play with me.

AERIS: Play with yourself.

HAYES: Only if you watch.

AERIS: I hate you.

HAYES: I’d hope so. Don’t need you falling in love with me. *kissy face emoji*

AERIS: Oh, don’t worry. That won’t be a problem.

HAYES: Confident, are we?

AERIS: Very.

HAYES: And why’s that?

AERIS: Because you’ll be the one falling for me.

OCTOBER 10TH, Friday, 5:55 p.m.

AERIS: Does underwear go bad? Like, is it bad if I still wear the underwear I had in high school? I wash them and everything. Underwear’s just so expensive.

HAYES: If you wanted me to buy you panties, you should’ve just asked.

AERIS: THAT WAS FOR LILA. Please erase that message right now.

HAYES: Hmm, I think I’ll keep it. I mean, it’s a solid question. I can ask the guys if they know the answer?

AERIS: YOU WOULDN’T DARE.

HAYES: I won’t if you tell me what color lace you want.

AERIS: I prefer granny panties.

HAYES: You joke, but you wouldn’t look half bad in those.

AERIS: Do you have some granny kink I don’t know about?

HAYES: So what if I did? Don’t kink shame me.

AERIS: You’re not buying me underwear.

HAYES: Oh, good thinking. Don’t want to waste money when they’re just gonna come off anyways.

AERIS: HAYES!

OCTOBER 15TH, Wednesday, 11:05 a.m.

HAYES: I miss you.

AERIS: I miss you too.

HAYES: Do you realize we’re three thousand miles away from each other?

AERIS: It’s an away game. You’ll live.

HAYES: Why must you hurt me, Stacks?

AERIS: Aw, do you need me to kiss it better?

HAYES: Wait, I didn’t know that was on the table. Yes, please.

AERIS:

AERIS:

HAYES: Hello?

AERIS: Sorry, I was trying to get a feather out of Crunch’s mouth.

HAYES: I told you to stop buying her feather toys.

AERIS: But she loves them!

HAYES: Yeah, and that must’ve been why she barfed in my shoes.

AERIS: LMAO. Yeah, that was…sorry.

HAYES: I know one way you can make it up to me.

AERIS: If you say phone sex, I’ll castrate you.

HAYES: Zoom sex?

AERIS:

HAYES: Just over the clothes stuff?

AERIS: Gooodbyeee, Hayes. Good luck on your game. *winky face emoji*

OCTOBER 20TH, Monday, 9:46 a.m.

HAYES: I’m here to cash in on my prize.

AERIS: What prize?

HAYES: *screenshot attached*

AERIS: I was very drunk when I said that.

HAYES: And I won that game of darts fair and square.

AERIS: You almost hit me in the eye.

HAYES: You were standing in my way!

AERIS: I WAS NEXT TO YOU?

HAYES: My depth perception isn’t that great.

AERIS: You play hockey for a living.

HAYES: Just give me my prize, woman.

AERIS: I’m not getting your jersey number tattooed on my ass.

HAYES: It would be so hot, though.

AERIS: Maybe for you. Not when I’m old and wrinkly.

HAYES: On the contrary, you’ll look even more beautiful when you’re old and wrinkly.

AERIS: Kiss ass, much?

HAYES: I do love kissing your ass.

AERIS: You’re disgusting.

HAYES: And you’re incorrigible.

AERIS: What can I say? It’s a part of my charm.

HAYES: Your charm is distracting me, and I’m at practice.

AERIS: Oh, I’m sorry. Afraid you’ll ruin your boxers?

HAYES: Actually, yes.

AERIS: You’re the one who brought up my ass in the first place.

HAYES: Can you blame me? You have a great ass-et.

AERIS: You’re a pun away from being blocked.

HAYES: Jokes on you, that was the only pun I had.

AERIS: You’re lucky you’re cute.

HAYES: I am, aren’t I?