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Authors: E. Lockhart
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quality guy loves a girl and sticks with her even though she’s one or another kind of insane—maybe alcoholic, maybe addict, maybe psychotic or depressed: Mad Love, When a Man
Loves a Woman, Bed of Roses, Benny and
Joon, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless
Mind, 50 First Dates, Almost Famous,
Proof, Center Stage, The Hours, My Sassy
Girl, What Dreams May Come, Rachel
Getting Married, Forrest Gump (if you consider him a quality guy) and Betty Blue .
But in real life, I think it’s more likely the guy gets sick of the girl’s insane behavior and goes off with a nice normal person to live happily ever after. And who can blame him?
Surprise Kissing!
e-mail from Hutch:
I am eating a strange pretzel in the airport. It is warm, with cinnamon sugar and frosting. Long and thin, not normal pretzel shape. Like the baby of a cinnamon bun and a pretzel .
Seems wrong, somehow .
My flight doesn’t leave for another hour .
The real purpose of this e-mail: Are you okay?
I wrote back:
Sorry about last night .
Again, sorry sorry sorry .
Re: Pretzel. That is your last American deliciousness! Savor its American pastry goodness, as from here on in it will be all patisserie .
(You poor thing. Can you tell I am v. jealous?) Re: Am I okay?
Yeah .
Slept at Meghan’s .
Home now .
Mom giving me silent treatment .
I tried to apologize, but she said she wouldn’t accept it until I took back what I said about her bossing Dad .
But you know what? She bosses Dad .
So I wouldn’t take it back .
Hutch replied:
Re: Last night. No worries. Honestly was relieved not to have to eat white chocolate .
They are boarding my flight now .
I threw the pretzel out and got a giant bag of Sour Patch Kids for last American deliciousness .
Au revoir .
Hutch never wanted to talk about me and Noel. And so we never did. It was almost a forbidden subject between us—not that we ever talked very intimately anyway. Those e-mails were probably some of the most personal things we ever said to each other.
It’s funny how you can see a person in your greenhouse every day, and you can watch movies next to him on the couch and sometimes go get pizza or something for most of a summer, and you still don’t share all the dark secret details of your lives.
Back when I was friends with Nora, Kim and Cricket, the dark secret details of our lives were what friendship was all about. We talked about fights with our parents, dreams for the future, guys we liked, disappointments and small triumphs. There was an endless series of notes, e-mails and phone calls.
With Hutch, it was all about music and plants and sometimes not talking at all, just existing in the same room together, watching whatever Netflix had just delivered.
There was never a reason to call Hutch twenty minutes after he left my house.
The afternoon after the Snappy Dragon Debacle I worked at the zoo from two until closing. When I was done I changed my clothes, put some minty gum in my mouth and washed the goat smell off my hands, then drove to Noel’s house. My hands were shaking on the wheel, but I was determined not to have a panic attack. I found a parking space in front of Noel’s place and sat there in the Honda, taking deep breaths and blasting Queen’s greatest hits.1
A hand knocked on my window.
It was Sydonie, Noel’s younger half sister. “Why are you out here?” she wanted to know.
“I came to see your brother.”
“Why are you sitting out here?”
“I was listening to the song.”
“But it’s a different song now than it was when you parked,” she said.
She had me there.
“You want me to get him?”
“I—”
“I’m going to get him!” cried Sydonie as she ran into the house. “Noelie, Noelie! Your Ruby is here!
Your Ruby is here, Noelie!”
Your Ruby.
Your Ruby is here.
I got out of the car and leaned against it, waiting. In a minute, Noel was standing in front of me and in another minute he was kissing me and Sydonie was dancing around us
Loves a Woman, Bed of Roses, Benny and
Joon, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless
Mind, 50 First Dates, Almost Famous,
Proof, Center Stage, The Hours, My Sassy
Girl, What Dreams May Come, Rachel
Getting Married, Forrest Gump (if you consider him a quality guy) and Betty Blue .
But in real life, I think it’s more likely the guy gets sick of the girl’s insane behavior and goes off with a nice normal person to live happily ever after. And who can blame him?
Surprise Kissing!
e-mail from Hutch:
I am eating a strange pretzel in the airport. It is warm, with cinnamon sugar and frosting. Long and thin, not normal pretzel shape. Like the baby of a cinnamon bun and a pretzel .
Seems wrong, somehow .
My flight doesn’t leave for another hour .
The real purpose of this e-mail: Are you okay?
I wrote back:
Sorry about last night .
Again, sorry sorry sorry .
Re: Pretzel. That is your last American deliciousness! Savor its American pastry goodness, as from here on in it will be all patisserie .
(You poor thing. Can you tell I am v. jealous?) Re: Am I okay?
Yeah .
Slept at Meghan’s .
Home now .
Mom giving me silent treatment .
I tried to apologize, but she said she wouldn’t accept it until I took back what I said about her bossing Dad .
But you know what? She bosses Dad .
So I wouldn’t take it back .
Hutch replied:
Re: Last night. No worries. Honestly was relieved not to have to eat white chocolate .
They are boarding my flight now .
I threw the pretzel out and got a giant bag of Sour Patch Kids for last American deliciousness .
Au revoir .
Hutch never wanted to talk about me and Noel. And so we never did. It was almost a forbidden subject between us—not that we ever talked very intimately anyway. Those e-mails were probably some of the most personal things we ever said to each other.
It’s funny how you can see a person in your greenhouse every day, and you can watch movies next to him on the couch and sometimes go get pizza or something for most of a summer, and you still don’t share all the dark secret details of your lives.
Back when I was friends with Nora, Kim and Cricket, the dark secret details of our lives were what friendship was all about. We talked about fights with our parents, dreams for the future, guys we liked, disappointments and small triumphs. There was an endless series of notes, e-mails and phone calls.
With Hutch, it was all about music and plants and sometimes not talking at all, just existing in the same room together, watching whatever Netflix had just delivered.
There was never a reason to call Hutch twenty minutes after he left my house.
The afternoon after the Snappy Dragon Debacle I worked at the zoo from two until closing. When I was done I changed my clothes, put some minty gum in my mouth and washed the goat smell off my hands, then drove to Noel’s house. My hands were shaking on the wheel, but I was determined not to have a panic attack. I found a parking space in front of Noel’s place and sat there in the Honda, taking deep breaths and blasting Queen’s greatest hits.1
A hand knocked on my window.
It was Sydonie, Noel’s younger half sister. “Why are you out here?” she wanted to know.
“I came to see your brother.”
“Why are you sitting out here?”
“I was listening to the song.”
“But it’s a different song now than it was when you parked,” she said.
She had me there.
“You want me to get him?”
“I—”
“I’m going to get him!” cried Sydonie as she ran into the house. “Noelie, Noelie! Your Ruby is here!
Your Ruby is here, Noelie!”
Your Ruby.
Your Ruby is here.
I got out of the car and leaned against it, waiting. In a minute, Noel was standing in front of me and in another minute he was kissing me and Sydonie was dancing around us
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