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Authors: Ann Brashares
Tags: Fiction, General, Family & Relationships, Family, Juvenile Fiction, Interpersonal relations, Girls & Women, Friendship, best friends, Seasons, Concepts, Friendship in Adolescence, Conduct of life, Bethesda (Md.)
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girl and a boy, and it was pretty obvious what they were doing behind the dense bush. “Sorry,” Ama said again.
She crept away in embarrassment. Now she knew where Carly had gone. And Jonathan, too. Ama had the feeling she wasn’t getting off to the best start with her new tent mate
.
The bus on the way back to the beach -was almost empty. Jo’s dad wanted her to stay the night at home in Bethesda, but she didn’t want to. She’d lied and said her shift started at nine-thirty the next morning and that she couldn’t get there in time unless she left that night. He offered to drive her, but she said she was happy to take the bus—anyway, her mom -was going to be waiting for her at the bus stop.
It was dark and warm and comforting to feel the miles slipping away underneath her, taking her farther from the Mexican restaurant, closer to somewhere, anywhere else. It was late enough that most of the beach traffic was gone. It was so dark it almost didn’t matter -where she was.
Jo curled her feet under her and put her head in her hand. She wanted to prolong the time until her mother would be waiting for her at the bus depot, waiting to see her reaction to the supposedly big news. She wanted to keep living here, in between.
When she leaned her head against the window, she noticed the person sitting in the row across from her and one up. It appeared to be a teenager—a he, not a she. Jo could only see his ear and a part of the side of his face and his shoulder. And even those parts she couldn’t see well, because it was pretty dark. But sometimes you could tell, even from seeing a bit of a person, that they were going to be good-looking. This ear -was the ear of a very good-looking person, she suspected.
She had leaned over a little more to get a better angle, nearly touching the top of her head to the seat in front of her, -when he suddenly turned his face to her. She almost let out a little gasp.
He smiled at her. She sat up quickly, obviously busted. He waved. Feeling stupid, she gave a little wave back. Her heart was pounding.
His ear did not lie. He was very good-looking indeed. She guessed he was a couple of years older than she. My, what a smile. Or so it appeared in the dark.
She looked down, -wishing to cool her bright pink face, and when she looked up again he was standing in the aisle right next to her.
“Is this seat taken?” he asked gallantly, pointing to the seat next to hers.
She laughed because they were almost the only two people on the bus, amid about fifty empty seats. She laughed because they were halfway to the ocean, and nobody else would be getting on. She probably would have laughed if he had stepped on her foot, because she was feeling punchy and embarrassed. “No,” she finally said.
“Do you mind?” he asked, sitting down right next to her.
“No,” she said again. She tried to clear her throat. “All yours.”
He was very, very cute and he was sitting so close to her she could see his individual eyelashes. One minute she was alone, and now she had him. It was as though she had conjured him right out of her imagination.
“Are you going to the beach?” she asked stupidly, because that was the only place the bus was going.
“No, to Baltimore. Damn, am I on the wrong bus?”
She could see he was teasing her. Only a boy with a smile like his could tease like that. She wished some of the blood throbbing in her cheeks would rise to her brain and give her a bit of intelligence. She had a feeling she was going to need it.
She twisted an earring selfconsciously. “I think you’d have more fun at the beach than in Baltimore,” she said.
He raised an eyebrow. “Do you? Is that where you are going to be?”
Now she felt stupid again. She figured she could blush and look out the window at pure darkness or she could rise to his challenge.
“In fact, I am,” she said.
“Then I must be on the right bus,” he said.
She tried not to swallow her tongue. “Me too,” she
She crept away in embarrassment. Now she knew where Carly had gone. And Jonathan, too. Ama had the feeling she wasn’t getting off to the best start with her new tent mate
.
The bus on the way back to the beach -was almost empty. Jo’s dad wanted her to stay the night at home in Bethesda, but she didn’t want to. She’d lied and said her shift started at nine-thirty the next morning and that she couldn’t get there in time unless she left that night. He offered to drive her, but she said she was happy to take the bus—anyway, her mom -was going to be waiting for her at the bus stop.
It was dark and warm and comforting to feel the miles slipping away underneath her, taking her farther from the Mexican restaurant, closer to somewhere, anywhere else. It was late enough that most of the beach traffic was gone. It was so dark it almost didn’t matter -where she was.
Jo curled her feet under her and put her head in her hand. She wanted to prolong the time until her mother would be waiting for her at the bus depot, waiting to see her reaction to the supposedly big news. She wanted to keep living here, in between.
When she leaned her head against the window, she noticed the person sitting in the row across from her and one up. It appeared to be a teenager—a he, not a she. Jo could only see his ear and a part of the side of his face and his shoulder. And even those parts she couldn’t see well, because it was pretty dark. But sometimes you could tell, even from seeing a bit of a person, that they were going to be good-looking. This ear -was the ear of a very good-looking person, she suspected.
She had leaned over a little more to get a better angle, nearly touching the top of her head to the seat in front of her, -when he suddenly turned his face to her. She almost let out a little gasp.
He smiled at her. She sat up quickly, obviously busted. He waved. Feeling stupid, she gave a little wave back. Her heart was pounding.
His ear did not lie. He was very good-looking indeed. She guessed he was a couple of years older than she. My, what a smile. Or so it appeared in the dark.
She looked down, -wishing to cool her bright pink face, and when she looked up again he was standing in the aisle right next to her.
“Is this seat taken?” he asked gallantly, pointing to the seat next to hers.
She laughed because they were almost the only two people on the bus, amid about fifty empty seats. She laughed because they were halfway to the ocean, and nobody else would be getting on. She probably would have laughed if he had stepped on her foot, because she was feeling punchy and embarrassed. “No,” she finally said.
“Do you mind?” he asked, sitting down right next to her.
“No,” she said again. She tried to clear her throat. “All yours.”
He was very, very cute and he was sitting so close to her she could see his individual eyelashes. One minute she was alone, and now she had him. It was as though she had conjured him right out of her imagination.
“Are you going to the beach?” she asked stupidly, because that was the only place the bus was going.
“No, to Baltimore. Damn, am I on the wrong bus?”
She could see he was teasing her. Only a boy with a smile like his could tease like that. She wished some of the blood throbbing in her cheeks would rise to her brain and give her a bit of intelligence. She had a feeling she was going to need it.
She twisted an earring selfconsciously. “I think you’d have more fun at the beach than in Baltimore,” she said.
He raised an eyebrow. “Do you? Is that where you are going to be?”
Now she felt stupid again. She figured she could blush and look out the window at pure darkness or she could rise to his challenge.
“In fact, I am,” she said.
“Then I must be on the right bus,” he said.
She tried not to swallow her tongue. “Me too,” she
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