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and he even dunked in a game once; she’s not a cheerleader because she’s almost too cool for that, but she’s friends with all the girls who are. Tessa and Jeremy even make eyes at each other in church, though I try not to be too obvious when I watch them. Today’s reunion is nice.
Tessa’s wearing a silk floral scarf tied around her neck, like you might see in a magazine. Starla Joy experiments with bright lipstick and I dream of turning heads one day, but Tessa? She’s already there. She’s in a whole different social sphere, mainly because she’s insanely beautiful. She could be a J.Crew model.
The four of us just walk around town, doing nothing much. We consider going to the movies, but we’ve seen everything that’s playing. So we get ice cream and line up on a bench on the main street in town. Tessa swings her legs underneath her and asks me how it feels to have my license.
“I wouldn’t know,” I say. “So far my parents only let me take the car to go back and forth to work.”
“They’ll loosen up on the rules soon,” says Tessa. “You’re responsible.”
“Maybe,” I say. “They got so weird the other day when I was hanging out with Ty.”
I drop it into the conversation casually, but I hope Tessa will notice.
She does.
“Ooh! So what’s he like?” she asks. Her long, wavy brown hair touches the tops of my legs as she leans over Starla Joy to be close to me.
“He’s cool,” says Dean, breaking in. “He’s awesome at World of Warcraft. ”
“You’ve been hanging out with him too?” asks Starla Joy.
“A couple of times,” says Dean.
“Blah, blah, blah,” says Tessa. “I want to know what Lacey likes about him …”
“He’s really sweet,” I say. “Just like he used to be.”
“But now he’s hot too,” says Starla Joy, and the three of us crack up.
“Is this afternoon turning into a chick flick?” asks Dean, and his speech is slurred because he’s licking his Rocky Road ice cream rapidly so it won’t drip down the cone. “Should I turn on my PSP to drown out the gigglefest?”
“Spare me, Dean,” says Tessa. “You know that if there was a new girl in town you’d be all over it.”
Dean smiles. “Yeah,” he says. “What I wouldn’t give for a new girl who’d appreciate the many layers of my personality.”
“Or who’d just put up with your video game playing,” says Starla Joy.
“That’d be good too,” says Dean, reaching for his back pocket. Usually he keeps his PSP there but today he promised to leave it at home because Starla Joy and I are increasingly annoyed with the way he looks down at it all the time while we’re trying to talk to him.
“Darn it!” he says.
I shake my head at him.
“This interior-only life isn’t healthy,” Starla Joy tells him.
Dean rolls his eyes, but he is more himself today.
“I’m sitting on a bench eating ice cream and talking about Ty, aren’t I?” asks Dean, fluttering his lashes to make fun of us.
Tessa throws her head back and laughs, and for just a minute it’s like we’re on a stage and the spotlight is focused intensely on her—the way her hair shines, the way her eyes sparkle, the tilt of her chin and smooth curve of her neck. Her laugh twinkles in the air, and I see a few people walking by turn to look.
“Dean, you know we love you,” says Tessa. He stares back at her like she’s the sun, and I wonder if that crush he used to have on her ever went away. She reaches over and ruffles his hair.
“So tell us more about hanging out with Ty,” says Tessa, refocusing on me.
I look down at my flip-flops, pleased to be the center of her attention. But I don’t want to tell everyone about the things we discussed—a lot of it seems personal.
So I tell them how Ty told me he thought I was passionate about life.
“Wait—he actually called you passionate ?” asks Starla Joy. “As in, he used that word?”
“Yes,” I say. “I remember because it made me blush.”
“Oh my
Tessa’s wearing a silk floral scarf tied around her neck, like you might see in a magazine. Starla Joy experiments with bright lipstick and I dream of turning heads one day, but Tessa? She’s already there. She’s in a whole different social sphere, mainly because she’s insanely beautiful. She could be a J.Crew model.
The four of us just walk around town, doing nothing much. We consider going to the movies, but we’ve seen everything that’s playing. So we get ice cream and line up on a bench on the main street in town. Tessa swings her legs underneath her and asks me how it feels to have my license.
“I wouldn’t know,” I say. “So far my parents only let me take the car to go back and forth to work.”
“They’ll loosen up on the rules soon,” says Tessa. “You’re responsible.”
“Maybe,” I say. “They got so weird the other day when I was hanging out with Ty.”
I drop it into the conversation casually, but I hope Tessa will notice.
She does.
“Ooh! So what’s he like?” she asks. Her long, wavy brown hair touches the tops of my legs as she leans over Starla Joy to be close to me.
“He’s cool,” says Dean, breaking in. “He’s awesome at World of Warcraft. ”
“You’ve been hanging out with him too?” asks Starla Joy.
“A couple of times,” says Dean.
“Blah, blah, blah,” says Tessa. “I want to know what Lacey likes about him …”
“He’s really sweet,” I say. “Just like he used to be.”
“But now he’s hot too,” says Starla Joy, and the three of us crack up.
“Is this afternoon turning into a chick flick?” asks Dean, and his speech is slurred because he’s licking his Rocky Road ice cream rapidly so it won’t drip down the cone. “Should I turn on my PSP to drown out the gigglefest?”
“Spare me, Dean,” says Tessa. “You know that if there was a new girl in town you’d be all over it.”
Dean smiles. “Yeah,” he says. “What I wouldn’t give for a new girl who’d appreciate the many layers of my personality.”
“Or who’d just put up with your video game playing,” says Starla Joy.
“That’d be good too,” says Dean, reaching for his back pocket. Usually he keeps his PSP there but today he promised to leave it at home because Starla Joy and I are increasingly annoyed with the way he looks down at it all the time while we’re trying to talk to him.
“Darn it!” he says.
I shake my head at him.
“This interior-only life isn’t healthy,” Starla Joy tells him.
Dean rolls his eyes, but he is more himself today.
“I’m sitting on a bench eating ice cream and talking about Ty, aren’t I?” asks Dean, fluttering his lashes to make fun of us.
Tessa throws her head back and laughs, and for just a minute it’s like we’re on a stage and the spotlight is focused intensely on her—the way her hair shines, the way her eyes sparkle, the tilt of her chin and smooth curve of her neck. Her laugh twinkles in the air, and I see a few people walking by turn to look.
“Dean, you know we love you,” says Tessa. He stares back at her like she’s the sun, and I wonder if that crush he used to have on her ever went away. She reaches over and ruffles his hair.
“So tell us more about hanging out with Ty,” says Tessa, refocusing on me.
I look down at my flip-flops, pleased to be the center of her attention. But I don’t want to tell everyone about the things we discussed—a lot of it seems personal.
So I tell them how Ty told me he thought I was passionate about life.
“Wait—he actually called you passionate ?” asks Starla Joy. “As in, he used that word?”
“Yes,” I say. “I remember because it made me blush.”
“Oh my
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