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career. Not only do your grades count but also your extracurricular activities like baseball. It all plays a hand in showing universities how well rounded, dedicated, and hardworking you are. You’ve got to stay focused.”
    “I know and I will.”
    “Trust me, you’ll have plenty of time later for all the other stuff like girls. I was young once, about a million years ago.” He smiled and gave me a wink.
    It wasn’t unlike my dad to have these impromptu father-son chats, but the fact that he mentioned girls was weird. Could he tell I had just touched my first set of tits? I needed to get to my room.
    “You don’t have to worry about me, Dad. I’m focused.” I turned to leave.
    “Oh, by the way, I got our tickets to Fenway and the flight booked today. So, the summer won’t be all work.”
    “Awesome.” I made my second attempt to leave.
    “Noah.”
    “Yeah, Dad?”
    “I’m very proud of you.”
    “Thanks.”
    Walking to my room, I wondered if he’d be so proud of me if he knew what a total asshole I’d been today. Not only did I argue with Tweet but I touched a girl that I didn’t even like just because I was hurt and pissed off. Definitely nothing to be proud of.
    After supper I was at the sink rinsing off dishes before loading the dishwasher, staring out the window. Tweet’s house was basically the reversed layout as ours, the kitchens faced each other with matching over-the-sink windows. Ever since we were tall enough, we’d look out the window to see if the other one was doing the same thing. We’d jump up and down, dance, and wave like crazy people trying to make each other laugh. I tried like hell not to look over there tonight, but when Tweet was involved it seemed as if my body did what it wanted to do.
    The florescent light above the window shined down on her. No makeup, hair pulled back with several pieces falling into her eyes, and she was still the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. I could see her only from the shoulders up but I knew she was washing dishes. Her parents never did get a dishwasher. Raising her forearm, she brushed the hair back. Her hand grazed the tip of her nose, leaving behind a blob of suds. A smile appeared across my face as I stared, willing her to look up at me, but her eyes stayed down, focused on the dishes. I finally tore myself away from the window and forced myself not to look out of it every time I passed by.
    After finishing kitchen cleanup duty, I grabbed the trash bag, flipped on the outside light and headed out the back door. I froze when I got to the bottom of the steps. For the first time since this morning I could breathe. Tweet was sitting on the patio swing in my backyard. Not saying a word, I tossed the bag into the trash and then walked over to her. She stopped swinging long enough for me to sit down. We glided back and forth for several seconds in awkward silence.
    Tweet twisted her body away from me and picked up something beside her. When she turned around, she was holding a packet of Little Debbie chocolate Swiss rolls. A huge grin stretched across my face. She tore open the plastic wrap and handed me one of the cakes.
    “I’m really sorry about today,” she said. Her voice was low.
    “Me too.”
    “We’ve never argued before.”
    “I know.”
    “You walked out on me.” From the corner of my eye, I saw bright teal eyes look over at me.
    “I did and you didn’t come after me.” I turned my head in her direction.
    “I didn’t, did I?” Silence. “Let’s not do that again. Okay?”
    “Okay.”
    We tapped the Swiss rolls together as if making a toast, and just like that, we were back to us. At least this version ofus , whatever that was.
    The rest of the night was spent on that swing, talking and laughing. At one point, Tweet shifted closer to me and laid her head on my shoulder. Our hands rested side-by-side on top of our thighs. I flipped mine over, palm side up, hoping Tweet’s hand would slide on top. I’d heard that if a