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stupid. So now, whenever I start to hesitate, I just tell myself to not worry about the consequences, push past the nerves, and do whatever it was I almost didn’t.”
    “That seems like a good way to make a lot of mistakes,” I pointed out.
    “Life’s all about mistakes. And it’s way too short to just wait around instead of cutting through the bullshit.”
    I shifted backward to get a better look at her face. “Is that what this is? The bullshit?” I wasn’t angry, and took care not to sound that way. I just genuinely wanted to get inside her head.
    “Of course not. This is… me spending a summer with a pretty girl, who, if she were to decide she maybe did actually wanna act on her urge to kiss me, would be welcome to do so.”
    “You’re waiting,” I restated for her. “You just said life’s too short to wait around.”
    “I make exceptions.” She arched an eyebrow at me. “If you have a problem with it, you could end the waiting. Especially given that I’m not really sure what we’re waiting for. I mean, it’s been like three weeks since we met now. We live in San Francisco so homophobia won’t be a problem. I’m solidly gay, and you’re not exactly waving a rainbow flag but you have claimed to play for my team, so.”
    I didn’t respond. We laid in silence for a moment, facing each other. I watched her lips part as she let out an overdramatic sigh and thought of Robbie and what he’d say about this. He’d probably make extra sure I knew that Chloe was doomed regardless, because fate had already made its decision. He’d also probably say that I was a lost cause. Maybe that was true.
    Chloe chewed on her lip as we broke eye contact and her gaze drifted lower. Her hand came up and touched my cheek, then slid down to my neck and stayed there, her fingers unconsciously urging me forward by putting pressure at the base of my skull.
    I watched her, unmoving, and swallowed hard. She’d stopped biting her lip and was smiling at me now, and I marveled at the fact that a girl like her could ever be interested in a girl like me. She lit up rooms when she walked into them, and I was the epitome of the shy, antisocial kid that sat alone in corners at parties. Yet here we were, her with her hand on my neck as she shifted ever so slightly closer.
    “Why do you like me?” I asked her.
    She looked confused by the question and backed off. “Because you’re cute.”
    “No, seriously.” I sat up, and her hand slid off of my neck as she joined me. I watched her, waiting.
    She took a deep breath and then rolled her eyes. “Because you’re cute .” I opened my mouth to chastise her, but she kept talking. “That was the reason after we talked for the first time, anyway. After that… I don’t know. You were interesting. You have so much going for you: a nice dad, your looks, the dry sense of humor.” She smiled, almost sadly. “But it feels like… everything’s grey to you.”
    “Grey?” I echoed, confused.
    “Like the whole idea of going through life as we know it is just… ‘meh’.” She shrugged her shoulders. “You don’t get excited about much. There’s not a lot you like. Not a lot you do. It’s like you don’t have an enthusiasm for life. Which was interesting to me because I get excited about everything . Maybe I’m too enthusiastic; I don’t know. But I think we could balance each other out. You need a little color in your world, you know? Even most of your movies are in black and white.”
    “So I’m a charity case,” I sighed out, only half-meaning it. “I get it.”
    “No.” She straightened up and, with an air of false pretentiousness, declared, “I find you intriguing.” Then she dropped the act and added, “And once I got vibes that you were a cute girl who could actually be a lesbian, there was no going back.”
    “It doesn’t take much, then?” I joked.
    “Well, who says it should?” She shrugged again. “I like you. It doesn’t have to be complicated, and