Page 21 of Fangirl

Me: What’s wrong?

Eli: *sigh* so much. Come on, Fangirl, tell me something funny.

I roll my eyes, smiling.

He still calls me Fangirl when he wants to get me allriled up.

Me: Funny haha or funny weird?

Eli: Anything that would make me smile.

I glance up at Pea, who is currently stretched out like a lord on my sofa, one eye half-open in judgment.

I grimace. “Do you think we should tell him?”

Pea flicks his tail.

I exhale, shaking my head. Now’s as good a time as any. He’s going to howl with laughter.

Me: I live with a celebrity.

The typing dots appear instantly.

Eli: Yeah? A wannabe actor?

Me: More like a famous model.

Eli: Are you trying to make me jealous, Fangirl? That’s not very kind.

My cheeks burn, my stomach doing a stupid little flip.

We’re firmly crossing into flirting territory now.

Right?Right?

I purse my lips. I’m not sure, so I’ll send a screenshot to Maya later for confirmation.

Me: Do you have Instabook?

Eli: Who doesn’t?

Instabook—the current social media platform of choice, where people post photos and thirty-second videos to their followers.

Perfect.

He’s about to meet my famous model roommate.

And he has no idea what’s coming.

Me: Okay, look for “One-Eye Meow.”

Eli: You’re shitting me, aren’t you?

Me: No, deadly serious! Just do it, Elijah.

Eli: Oh, it’s Elijah now? I’m in trouble. *grinning emoji*

Fine, okay, I’m here. Dude, that cat has 874k followers? Is he wearing an eyepatch in every pic?