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since the envelope is the exact same shade of green as my eyes, I can tell who slipped it into my bag automatically. When he looks at me, his eyes always seem to be fixed on mine. I open the envelope excitedly, and pull out a sheet of paper covered in beautifully written script.
    Heather,
    First of all, I’m sorry that I’m telling you all of this through a letter. I’d much rather have this discussion in person, but every time I try to start it, the words won’t come out. Hence, the letter you’re reading right now.
    Second, I’m sorry if I’ve seemed distant lately. I’m not used to opening up to people, so when I realized that I felt comfortable talking openly about myself with you, I got scared. I tried to pull myself away, but the damage is done. For better or worse, I’m drawn to you.
    When I was forced into this life, I assumed I would never be able to open my heart again, so I never made an attempt. Then I met you, and I felt myself gradually remembering what it feels like to care about someone the way I’m coming to care about you. Now, I’m dealing with feelings that haven’t surfaced in years, and it goes against my better judgment, but I want you, and that’s so terrifying.
    Even more terrifying is waiting to see how you’ll respond to my next question; how would you feel about going out next Friday night? I’d like to see if we’re compatible on a romantic level, or if I’m just imagining things.
    Take your time to think about it if you need. Don’t worry, I’m not freaking out at all.
    Sincerely,
    Nick
    Surprisingly, there is little thought given to my answer. It’s as if something slides into place in my mind, and I no longer have any doubts whatsoever. The feeling is more mutual than I’d initially realized. The next day, after school, I walk to Nick as calmly as I can, though I’ve been anticipating this moment since last night. For a moment, neither of us says a word. He asks, “What’s your answer?”
    I have half a mind to give him a sarcastic response, just for the fun of it. But instead, I look up into his soft brown eyes, noting the contained panic behind them, and say, “I’d love to.”
    ***
    Friday can’t come fast enough. My mind wanders to the upcoming date every few minutes, and I can hardly focus on anything else. Nick seems to be as excited as I am; he never says so, but whenever I glance his way, I catch him watching me and just smiling. Krystal gives me Friday night off, so I won’t be sweaty and in pain for our date, which is a major plus. Finally, the big day arrives, and as usual, Nick is waiting for me after school. This time, however, he’s walking me straight home; I’d let him know beforehand that I would want to clean myself up a little, and change my clothes.
    Thankfully, I’d spent all of last night freaking out over what to wear, so I just throw on the preset outfit, brush my hair, spray on a little perfume, and I’m ready to go. I would put on makeup, but I rarely ever use anything more complex than lip gloss, even on special occasions. Besides, Nick decided he liked me when I was rocking the natural look, and I don’t want to end up taking too long.
    Nick’s leaning against the mailboxes in my lobby when I come back downstairs. I realize that when I look at him lately, I’m noticing something new every time. I mean, I’ve noticed before, obviously, but I never quite paid attention to the tiny flecks of gold in Nick’s brown eyes, or the way he only shows his upper teeth when he smiles at me, or the small dent on the side of his nose. I wonder if he notices similar things about me, or if there’s even anything about me worth noticing.
    As I wrap my arm around Nick’s, he whispers to me, “You look beautiful.”
    Usually, the only person who can call me beautiful without me calling them a liar is my mother. When Nick says it, however, I don’t get the urge to challenge his opinion. My cheeks start to burn, and I just whisper back, “Thank