cute

From my vantage point I can see the back of his neck flush pink beneath his collar. He's got freckles there, too. I wonder how many more freckle's he's got. Are they all over, or just where the sun's touched?Good Lord, why am I thinking of Finn Belastra without his clothes on?

(I'm trying to improve my typing. notice I now leave a space after a comma, I'm very proud of myself!)

I need a friend and you seemed nicest. I think you and I can have more fun than those fake people on the other side.

No one is waiting for me. In this story, I__ the girl no one is waiting for. Usually the girl is fat, but my problem is more rare, which is freckles: I look like someone threw handfuls of mud at my face.

Could you bring me to Rita__ house before we go to the airport?_ I ask. __here__ one last thing I need to ask her to do._ __hat is on the other side of the river,_ says Ethan.__ know. But I need to see her. Please, I__l be eternally grateful._ He doesn__ say anything, but instead puts the car in gear and starts the engine. After we are driving for about two minutes he asks. __ow grateful?_ Ah, I see the old Ethan hasn__ disappeared then. I smile and lean over to place a light peck on his cheek. __his grateful,_ I say to him.__mm, I think you can do better than that,_ he chides in good humor.__ou__e driving,_ is all I say in reply.__ can pull over,_ he answers smartly.

It's better than I imagined--and I imagined it a lot. Tucked away in a corner at school. On the track during gym class. In his car. On the street by my house. In a fancy restaurant. During dance class. In the cafeteria. Everywhere, really. But not a single one of those fantasies measured up to the actual real life thing--trapped inside a magic box.

I knew it!"Cards fly everywhere, as if he had them hidden in his gym shorts.

I stuck my finger in his belly buttonand squiggled it around.__elly button rape!

Most women beg me to lick them, and I give it to you for free and you push me away,_ he said with a fake pout on his face.__ou__e crazy._ I giggled____ the good kind of crazy, though.

Yeah! Everything is okay!

Hugs usually mean more than just a hug.

Yeah but I don__ know how to make myself go there. Maybe it might never happen again. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!

I can eat you at breakfast, not because I am a monster; it is only because you are too cute and yummy.

It__ only sixteen ninety-five," I say with a flutter of my lashes."You__e serious."I prop my hands on my waist and stick out a hip, striking a pose worthy of a supermodel. "Look at me. Don__ I look serious?"She collapses into the chair outside the dressing room in a fit of giggles so cute they make my insides fizz. "No! You must be stopped," she says."Why?" I strut down an aisle of yellowed lingerie, swiveling my hips, batting bras with flicks of my fingers. "I will be the king of the disco. I will be_" I spin and strike another pose. "An inspiration."She sniffs and swipes at her eyes. "The real Dylan would die before he__ be seen in public in something like that.""The real Dylan is boring." I brace my hands on the arms of her chair and lean down until our faces are a whisper apart. "And he__ not one fourth the kisser I am.""Is that right?" Her lips quirk."You know it is."Her smile melts, and her breath comes faster. "Yeah. I do.

I like talking to you,' he said, slowly.'Why?' That was the way to hear nice things. Ask why.

I've never been this naked with a girl before. I'm not self-conscious or anything, but its different. Not weird. I'm definitely all right with Hayles seeing this much of me. "Wowza."Okay, now I'm a little embarrassed. "Is that a good thing?"She puts her hands on my chest and her face goes from pink to red. (...) "Seriously? Brody, this is totally another reason why you're just super fabulous."Huh?"You don't even know how freaking hot you are. That's uber sexy." Her eyes go to my bare torso. "Count with me." One finger strokes part of my stomach. "One..." She moves an inch or two over. "Two..." She slides down. "Three..." Back over. "Four..." Down. "Five..." Over. "Six."She flicks her gaze back up to me. "That's what people call a six-pack."I roll my eyes, but she keeps moving her fingers up to my chest. I want to stop her, but I don't at the same time. It feels too good. "And these..." She flattens her hands on me, and I tug her closer. "Are called pecs. Its like you stepped out of a fantasy.

You look like you. Only with the volume turned up.

Frowning I playfully blow a fresh handful of bubbles at him as we walks back out, laughing over his shoulder at me.