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me outside at midnight to talk about Emery’s jar for catching glowing bugs? Just because he’s famous and gorgeous and can sing amazingly well doesn’t mean I want to sit outside with him on a hot summer night and talk about bugs with him.
    “Yeah,” I say , instead of lashing out over bug talk. “She likes to catch as many fireflies as she can on her way across. Then she gets in her tent, zips it up so it’s pitch black, and watches them glow.”
    “Her way across where?” he asks.
    “Our property,” I say. “Her tent is out near the treehouse. It’s a long walk. I think it’s outside of your boundaries, though. You guys aren’t supposed to venture off.”
    He smiles. “Well, I’m feeling rebellious. Plus, it’ll give us plenty of time to talk. C’mon.”
    He reaches out his hand, and I stand here like an idiot because I don’t even know what to do. The butterflies in my stomach engage in a boxing match with each other. What if I reach out and he jerks his hand back and laughs at me for thinking he actually liked me?
    “Okay, never mind then,” he says. He pulls his arm back to his own body. “Will you at least still walk with me?”
    Yep. I’m officially an idiot. All I can think about are the millions of girls who would kill – literally murder – to be in my place right now. And what do I do? Reject the boy with the caramel eyes.
    I can’t even speak, so I just nod and motion toward the yard. He walks a few steps ahead of me, jar in hand, and I rack the depths of my mind for something to say.
    He taps his fingers on the lid then unscrews it.
    “Are you gonna help me catch fireflies or am I going to have to do the bug thing alone?” he asks.
    “I can handle fireflies,” I say.
    Fireflies are nothing compared to the butterflies I’m feeling.
    We walk a few feet across the yard, and the moonlight glints off the side of his face. I wonder if he knows he’s as beautiful as he is. I’m sure he does. He’s told every single day that he’s perfect and gorgeous and amazing. Maybe he’s going through withdrawals from not having fans throw themselves at him. Maybe he needs me for an ego boost. Maybe I’m his confirmation while he’s here. Ugh, that sucks. I so don’t want to be a confirmation.
    A spark of yellow glows ahead of us, and Milo sprints in its direction. My flip flops aren’t much protection against the wet grass. It feels slimy against my skin.
    “Got him,” Milo says. He twists the lid back onto the jar and hands it to me. “I’ll catch them if you can handle the lid.”
    The little bug glows. It’s like holding a star or catching lightning in a bottle. I hold the jar against the night sky and watch the firefly flicker on and off.
    “Let’s play twenty questions,” Milo says.
    He doesn’t look at me, though. He stares off into the distance, probably gauging how fast he’ll need to run to catch up to that sparkling mass of fireflies across the yard.
    “That could get dangerous,” I say.
    Twenty questions is on the level of truth or dare. There are some things I’m just too scared to answer. And really, there are some questions I’m too scared to learn the answer to.
    “Okay, we’ll go Emery-style and make our own rules,” he says. “We don’t ask questions we wouldn’t be willing to answer ourselves, and if at any point we feel awkward about a question, we don’t have to answer it. Fair enough?”
    It’s like my own Twitter Q&A with Milo Grayson. Who cares if I’m an idiot? Right now, I’m the luckiest girl in the universe.
    “Fair enough,” I say. “You go first.”
     
    “Question numero uno,” Milo says as we walk toward the string of trees that line our property. “In your honest opinion, who is the best looking guy in Spaceships Around Saturn?”
    I feel like Aralie the instant I put my hand on my hip. Milo glances over at me and bursts into laughter. He shakes his head.
    “I knew you wouldn’t go for that. Let me try again,” he says.
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