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East.
    “Do you have to come with us tonight?” I looked over at John, who was engrossed in a National Geographic magazine, sitting on the couch.
    He snorted. “Do you have to keep pacing like that?”
    “Do you have to answer my question with a question?”
    John rolled his eyes. “Yes. Don’t ask me stupid questions. No matter what, it’s my job to come with you.”
    I huffed. “Are you allowed to tell people stuff about me?” I asked, thinking about what my mom said earlier.
    He set the magazine down. “I signed the same type of agreement I passed out to all of your friends the other night, so no. I’m legally bound to keep my mouth shut. Why?”
    “No reason.”
    He eyed me suspiciously.
    “Stop looking at me like that. I was just curious,” I lied.
    The doorbell rang, and I had to stop myself from squealing like Karen did earlier.
    “Just try to be cool,” John joked, and then standing up, ready to go.
    “Shut up! I’m cool as a cucumber.” And that was the lamest thing I had heard in a very long time. I opened the door, revealing East, dressed a little fancier than usual in a button down shirt, and his signature blue jeans. “Hi.”
    “Hi.” He smiled back. “You look beautiful tonight, Aisley.”
    “Thank you.”
    “Ready?”
    I nodded, suddenly unable to form a coherent sentence.
    He linked his arm through mine and led me to his car. It was the same one he had when I left, a blue Ford Focus. “I see you’ve still got your baby, too,” I joked.
    “Oh yeah, me and Becks are old school.” He winked.
    I couldn't help it… I swooned. Hopelessly hopeless for this green-eyed boy.
    He opened the door for me, and then turned to John. “Sorry, man, you’ll have to open your own.”
    John just grunted, and got in. He must hate this part of the job—being the third wheel on dates.
    I turned to East. “Where are we going?”
    “I thought we could grab a bite to eat, then there’s this old movie playing in the park.”
    “Oh, I already ate,” I lied.
    John made a rude noise from the backseat, and I turned around, giving him a sharp look.
    “Oh… did you forget about our date?” Easton asked, taken aback.
    “No, my parents’ just like to force feed me on occasion.” I laughed. Liar.
    “Well, if you’re not hungry we can just get to the show early and grab a good seat. They have this great hot dog stand set up for the summer. I can just eat there.”
    “Sounds great.” John kicked the back of my seat, and I made sure to ignore him. He wasn’t allowed to say a word, so I wouldn’t worry about what he thought.
    There were about twenty other people already there, complete with lawn chairs or blankets. East grabbed two big blankets from the trunk. He tossed one to John, who mumbled thank you, and kept ahold of the second one.
    “Where do you want to sit, babe?” East put his hand on the small of my back, leading me through the small crowd of people.
    “How about we sit in our spot?”
    “I didn’t think you’d remember,” he said, shocked.
    “East, we’ve been going to these shows for eight years. There’s no way I could forget.” I gave him a knowing look. Even if it were only one day, I wouldn’t forget any time I spent next to Easton.
    We walked up the hillside, to the same spot, under the same tree we sat every time we came to a summer movie. Sometimes, it was the three of us. Sometimes, just East and me. Every now and then, when we were in a fight, I’d come alone—but no matter what, I always sat here.
    He laid out the blanket. “Here, I’m gonna go grab a hotdog. Want anything? Popcorn? Candy?”
    “No thanks, I’m okay.”
    “What the hell are you doing, kid?” John said, once Easton was out of earshot.
    “Nothing.”
    “Why are you lying to him?”
    “It’s none of your business, John.”
    “Maybe not, but Aisley, what you’re doing isn’t right. You’re going to end up—”
    “Thanks for the lecture, dad ,” I replied sarcastically. “But I think