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ONE | MIRANDA
Can’t sleep ‘cause tomorrow’s my last day as a junior—last day to ask Miranda out on a date, and my hands are totally sweating, and my stomach’s shrunk to the size of a raisin. Thing is, I’ve been trying since freshman year, but every freaking time my brain goes on vacation.
Only thing left to do is write her something inspired and corny, let her read it. And wait for success. Or rejection. Or don’t-ask-me-out ever. Or…be positive, Colton. Sighing, I bring up my email on my cell and type.
No. Backspace, backspace, backspace, backspace, backspace, backspace, backspace.
A dog barking—the neighbor’s beagle—makes me look out my bedroom window at the moonlight shining on the rooftops. Hate that dog. Seems he only cares about howling and barking. Beagles should live in England and chase foxes and stuff, but no, people insist on having them living in their homes. Whatever. Concentrate. More typing.
Since the first time I saw you, I fell in lo
Argh. So corny. Backspace a thousand times. Start over.
You know what makes my world spin?
You. You’re my oxygen. My food. The ketchup on my fries.
Okay, this time I laugh at my own stupidity, but I’m onto something. Thing is, I don’t want her to think I’m a poet, ‘cause I hate poetry, corniness, and the like, but at the same time I want her radar to detect I’m not dumb.