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    “Shh!” Chelsea slaps Andrew’s hand down. “Don’t point!”

    “You should go talk to him,” Andrew tells her. “He asked me if you were coming.”

    “He did not!” she says, a smile spreading across her face.

    “I swear he did.”

    Chelsea looks from Brad to me a few times and I can tell she’s torn because she wants to go talk to him but she doesn’t want to leave me.

    “Go ahead,” Andrew says. “Me and Stephanie have to run to the store anyway.”

    “You do?” Chelsea asks.

    “We do?” I ask.

    Andrew shakes his head. “Evan is almost out of food and I can just see him blaming that on me, too.”

    Chelsea looks at me with a pleading look in her eyes. And really, what can I say?
    I mean, it’s not Chelsea’s responsibility to babysit me all night. If she wants to go talk to her crush she should be able to. So I nod to let her know that it’s okay.

    “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she exclaims and then she takes off.

    “Come on,” Andrew says, starting to walk toward the door. “My car’s out front.”

    And I find myself following him.

    Andrew’s car is, like, spotless. Rich’s car always had fast food bags crowding the floors or papers and trash on the seat. The second I step inside Andrew’s car, though, I can tell he’s different. I don’t even see a trace of dust anywhere.
    He must notice me looking around because he laughs out loud. “Something wrong with my car?”

    I shake my head no. “It’s just really clean.”

    “Oh, I get it,” he says, nodding. “You used to date a guy who had a messy car, right?”

    Ugh. He could honestly be the most annoying person on the face of the earth.
    Why does he have to assume that just because I happened to look around his car it was because I dated a guy with a messy car?

    “No, actually, I didn’t.”

    He smirks. “Seems like you did to me.”

    “Well, I didn’t,” I say, sounding sure of myself even to me.

    “Whatever you say.” He turns the car on and shifts it into drive.

    I roll my eyes and reach over to turn the radio on. He pushes my hand away playfully before I have a chance to hit the power button and I snatch my hand back.
    “Oww!”

    “Oh please,” he says, “that didn’t hurt.”

    “Yes, it did.”

    “No, it didn’t.”

    “Yes, it did!” I tell him, even though it didn’t. “You can’t tell me if something does or doesn’t hurt.”

    “Yes, I can, now put your seat belt on.”

    I scowl but reach over and put my seat belt on anyway.

    “You’re really annoying,” I announce. “You find something wrong with everything I do.”

    “Well, I’m sorry you feel that way. Let’s have a talk about it.”

    A talk about it? He wants to have a talk about it? No thanks. He’s just looking for an excuse to get under my skin again. I think I’ll pass on that.

    “Lets talk about why you always try to get under Evan’s skin,” I suggest.

    He chuckles. “I don’t try to get under his skin. You just assume I do.”

    “Oh, so we aren’t being honest with each other then?” I shoot at him coyly.

    He doesn’t say anything for a minute, as if he’s thinking about what I just said.
    Then he shrugs and starts to talk. “I don’t know. It keeps things interesting, I guess. He’s been that way ever since we were kids, picking stupid fights with me. It’s just how we are. And yeah, sometimes, not all the time, I do stupid things to mess with his head, like eat his sandwich.”

    I smile. “I knew you did it.”

    He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. And I know what you’re thinking, but Evan is actually a really good friend.”

    “What is it that I’m thinking?” I ask.

    “You know,” he says as we pull into the parking lot of the gas station up the street from Evan’s house. “That he’s a lot to put up with.”

    “Actually, I wasn’t thinking that at all.”

    Andrew pulls the car into a parking spot and turns off the ignition.