Chapter 12

“I really will go. Just need to grab a can of coke from the refrigerator behind you… you know, or you could, so I stay over here.” It’s a lame delay tactic, but I am not ready to go. I like her beyond the initial first attraction. There’s something about her that I can’t put my finger on beyond how pretty she is, how alluring, and I can’t seem to leave.

“You don’t need to go; it’s your mom’s house. I can just come back another time.” She glances at the refrigerator and moves to get me a soda. Watching her movements, she’s not as graceful and swan-like as most girls her age are, but it suits her. I imagine her being a girl who trips on nothing and can play a mean baseball game. She has an air of tomboy, even though she’s dressed like any other teen girl from around here. I wonder how she would hold up if I took her snowboarding next time we all go, or even abseiling. I wonder if she would be a girl who would love the same things I do.

“I’m home for a week. It’s cool. I ca