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let’s forget she exists.
“I’m way more comfortable around you too.”
I wanted to ask, “Like how a worn out pair of yoga pants are after being in the dryer too many times, or are you saying we’re soulmates and will never be apart?”
Instead I said, “That’s cool.”
“I better get you home or your grandma will hunt me down. Is it weird I’m more scared of her than your dad?” he asked.
I just smiled as my mind was racing too much to give him feedback.
“But just in case I don’t get the chance later,” he said, and then leaned forward and kissed me. He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “I know a lot of girls would be weirded out about going to a date at a nursing home, but that was seriously the best date I’ve ever been on.”
“Yeah, it was.”
“Well, it’s tied for second anyway.”
“What?”
He smiled. “Our first date on the pier was pretty great as well,” he said. “I don’t want to take anything away from that.”
I shook my head and then kissed him. We were comfortable together and that was an amazing thing to have.
Chapter Eight
The next day, Simone called me and asked how my date went.
“It was great. I got to meet his grandpa and we watched the movie together—”
“Wait, that was part of the date? I thought you just went for a visit,” she said.
“His grandpa is important to him and I was glad he wanted to include me.”
“Okay, well, then what did you do?”
I said we went out to eat and then sat in his car by the lake and talked.
“And then what?”
“Nothing. We just talked.”
“You sat in his car talking?” she asked.
“Uh-huh.”
“Sheesh, I didn’t think he was that boring.”
“He’s not. I like hanging out with him and he said he feels comfortable around me.”
“Uh-oh.”
My stomach dropped. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Simone! What?”
“Well, it’s just been my experience that it isn’t always the best thing when a guy feels too comfortable around a girl—especially not this early in the relationship,” she said.
“What? Why?”
“Well, usually guys like the whole butterflies in the stomach thing—the excitement. You know, the nerves and the fireworks.”
“I felt fireworks the first time he kissed me.”
“Well, you did, but did he?”
I had to admit I had no idea. I assumed he must have because he liked me, but was I the safe, comfortable girlfriend, while Reagan was the sexy, exciting one? Did he need somebody boring and laid back after being with someone as high maintenance as her?
“You don’t think he likes me?” I asked, feeling panicked.
“Oh, I’m sure he does. I just don’t know if it’s the super passionate kind of like, you know? But it’s not so much about him. I mean, don’t you want a guy who you are so consumed with that you can’t think about anyone else and you feel those butterflies when you see him? Like your heart goes on a roller coaster every time he texts you?”
I swallowed hard. That was how I felt about my crush, Jack Brogger. Seeing a new video from Jack and seeing him in person gave me those overwhelming feelings. But with Nick…well, when I was with him I felt like there was no place else in the world I’d rather be. I didn’t even notice anyone around me. I felt a kind of calm—a peacefulness like this was where I was meant to be.
“Yeah, but Nick makes me feel good about myself and safe. What’s wrong with that?” I asked.
“Nothing, if you want to see what marriage will be like when you’re sixty-five, but you’re almost sixteen and this is your chance to have a heart-stopping romance. Not some old people hand holding crap.”
“But what if I like that?”
“Well, you should know that’s not what he had with Reagan. They were always all over each other,” she said.
I was starting to feel sick and all I could come back with was, “But he said they fought a lot.”
“Yeah, they’d go from fighting to
“I’m way more comfortable around you too.”
I wanted to ask, “Like how a worn out pair of yoga pants are after being in the dryer too many times, or are you saying we’re soulmates and will never be apart?”
Instead I said, “That’s cool.”
“I better get you home or your grandma will hunt me down. Is it weird I’m more scared of her than your dad?” he asked.
I just smiled as my mind was racing too much to give him feedback.
“But just in case I don’t get the chance later,” he said, and then leaned forward and kissed me. He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “I know a lot of girls would be weirded out about going to a date at a nursing home, but that was seriously the best date I’ve ever been on.”
“Yeah, it was.”
“Well, it’s tied for second anyway.”
“What?”
He smiled. “Our first date on the pier was pretty great as well,” he said. “I don’t want to take anything away from that.”
I shook my head and then kissed him. We were comfortable together and that was an amazing thing to have.
Chapter Eight
The next day, Simone called me and asked how my date went.
“It was great. I got to meet his grandpa and we watched the movie together—”
“Wait, that was part of the date? I thought you just went for a visit,” she said.
“His grandpa is important to him and I was glad he wanted to include me.”
“Okay, well, then what did you do?”
I said we went out to eat and then sat in his car by the lake and talked.
“And then what?”
“Nothing. We just talked.”
“You sat in his car talking?” she asked.
“Uh-huh.”
“Sheesh, I didn’t think he was that boring.”
“He’s not. I like hanging out with him and he said he feels comfortable around me.”
“Uh-oh.”
My stomach dropped. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Simone! What?”
“Well, it’s just been my experience that it isn’t always the best thing when a guy feels too comfortable around a girl—especially not this early in the relationship,” she said.
“What? Why?”
“Well, usually guys like the whole butterflies in the stomach thing—the excitement. You know, the nerves and the fireworks.”
“I felt fireworks the first time he kissed me.”
“Well, you did, but did he?”
I had to admit I had no idea. I assumed he must have because he liked me, but was I the safe, comfortable girlfriend, while Reagan was the sexy, exciting one? Did he need somebody boring and laid back after being with someone as high maintenance as her?
“You don’t think he likes me?” I asked, feeling panicked.
“Oh, I’m sure he does. I just don’t know if it’s the super passionate kind of like, you know? But it’s not so much about him. I mean, don’t you want a guy who you are so consumed with that you can’t think about anyone else and you feel those butterflies when you see him? Like your heart goes on a roller coaster every time he texts you?”
I swallowed hard. That was how I felt about my crush, Jack Brogger. Seeing a new video from Jack and seeing him in person gave me those overwhelming feelings. But with Nick…well, when I was with him I felt like there was no place else in the world I’d rather be. I didn’t even notice anyone around me. I felt a kind of calm—a peacefulness like this was where I was meant to be.
“Yeah, but Nick makes me feel good about myself and safe. What’s wrong with that?” I asked.
“Nothing, if you want to see what marriage will be like when you’re sixty-five, but you’re almost sixteen and this is your chance to have a heart-stopping romance. Not some old people hand holding crap.”
“But what if I like that?”
“Well, you should know that’s not what he had with Reagan. They were always all over each other,” she said.
I was starting to feel sick and all I could come back with was, “But he said they fought a lot.”
“Yeah, they’d go from fighting to
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