Bab 911: Girls' Meetup

Augh—that stupid, brainless, witless handsome little heartthrob! 

Amanda stared at her phone's home screen, still at a loss for both words and thoughts. 

A photo of a funny-looking jester peeked back at her behind various widgets and apps, wearing and possibly mistaking a misshapen tambourine for a hat, while also carrying a visibly agitated pair of chickens around each arm… God, he looked so stupid back then. 

A stupidity so mathematically refined, so chemically balanced, that it never fails to always put the stupidest smile on her face no matter the when and where. 

The most perfect kind of stupid there was. 

But there were the occasional exceptions, the type of smile differing based on the circumstances. Right then she was just the tiniest bit peeved, and so her lips fit to match that emotion… nothing grave, nothing serious… just simply another way her affection decided to express itself.