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I read it like 30 years ago but still remember the story Iris I completely understand where you're coming from! I read it in high school and I still remember it. I wish I could find it.
I actually own The other …more I completely understand where you're coming from! It was good, but this one was better less. See 2 questions about P. I Love You…. Lists with This Book. Community Reviews. Showing Rating details. Sort order. May 25, Izlinda rated it it was amazing Shelves: I read this book more than a decade ago.
It belonged to my cousin and I would raid her bookshelf ever time I went to her house. I've read several Sweet Dreams series book, but this is the only one whose title I remember. It's a tear-jerker, and even though at 9 years old I was too young to know about boyfriends and girlfriends and those types of relationships, I could still empathize with Mariah's pain. I wish I had a copy of this book. It's very memorable. View all 10 comments. I read this book when, I think, I was 14 that was a very long time ago!
I have seen alot of debating going on lately re: This book is clean, no sex, no foul language, etc. It is a boo I read this book when, I think, I was 14 that was a very long time ago! It is a book which I will seek out for my niece when she gets to be the appropriate reading level for it. View all 4 comments. This book is one of the first romance novels I ever read. I found it at my local library when I was 10 years old which started my love for all things romance. As a 10 year old girl, this book moved me and I remember crying a lot for the characters.
I decided to order a used copy from site because I was curious to see how I'd feel about it as an adult. Well, I finished it quickly and it was quite nostalgic to read it.
The writing is simple and not as earth shattering as I remembered it as a 10 y This book is one of the first romance novels I ever read. The writing is simple and not as earth shattering as I remembered it as a 10 year old. But I did feel a bit emotional at the end just as I did back when I first read it. I do love how this is an innocent, sweet first love and coming of age story about an awkward 16 year old who is unsure about certain aspects of life.
By the end, circumstances lead her to learn, develop and grow as a character. I would recommend this to young preteens if they can handle some of the outdated 80s references.
View all 5 comments. I have kept this book since I was 14 years old and still sometimes reread it. I have the sequel as well: Falling In Love Again. View 1 comment. Feb 11, Erlyn Lazaro rated it liked it. I remember reading this book back when I was still in high school.
This is the book that launched Sweet Dreams booming success and enabled Sweet Dreams to capture a larger market share in the Philippines at that time compared to Mills and Boons. If my memory serves me right the book is all about a young girl who went to stay in Palm Springs over the summer and fell in love with Paul Strobe? The PS I love you is a sticker that she got which stands for Palm Springs I Love you but the guy gave I remember reading this book back when I was still in high school.
Jan 24, Michelle Johnson rated it it was amazing. This is the only teen romance book that I remember the title of from way back when. I also remember the heartache, and the very real tears I shed for these characters. I even remembered Paul Strobe's name. And so I am not rating this as an adult who went back and read a book that she loved from her youth, but rather as the child whose heart was shredded by this book, who still remembers it and always will.
I will never forget this book. I was a freshman in high school i think , when i read this book. I had to hide from my mom so I can cry while reading. Ugh, I can still recall how heartbroken I felt when I was done reading.. Mar 31, Nicola Gipson rated it it was amazing. I really cared about the characters such a sad story. View 2 comments. Feb 24, Sarai rated it really liked it Shelves: Synopsis taken from http: In fact, his sandy sandy hair and p Synopsis taken from http: Will Mariah lose Paul, too, just when she's found her first love?
This is one of the books I bought as a young adult reader that I still have sitting on my bookshelf. It was a surprise because the hero dies at the end of the book - not your typical romance.
But I found the book sweet and touching. Jun 03, Lisa Johnson rated it it was amazing. I read this book almost 20 years ago and I still remember it! I got it from the library van during the summer holidays. It was my first all nighter aswell as my first teenage romance novel! Although Amy's head is filled with enough romantic, fairy tale nonsense, I will def be passing this one on to her! Ohhh and it made me cry Paul Strobe, I still love you I read this book for the first time when I was about I won it in the library's summer reading program; I was always winning things that summer.
It took me a while to read it, because I didn't think the girl on the cover was very pretty--AND it had been published in , which seemed very old to me.
That's how I judged books in Anyway, at the time, I loved it; I remember thinking it was very well-written. I thought about it again when my parents I read this book for the first time when I was about I thought about it again when my parents moved to Palm Springs several years ago, and I thought about it a couple of weeks ago when I met a girl with the same name as the protagonist. My mom gave away my awarded copy years ago, but I was able to find the same version on site recently, and have whizzed through its pulpy pages over the past three days or so.
I've been somewhat disappointed that it's not nearly as well-written as I'd remembered, though there are only a few typos. Mostly, it's not entirely vapid, as many in the Sweet Dreams series which I devoured were. The heroine is thoughtful and interesting and believable, and the romance is innocent and sweet and touching. I think I'll pass it along to my tutee, if she likes romances; it's probably the right reading level for her, and it does move along pretty well, with nice short chapters.
View all 7 comments. May 06, Sandy rated it it was amazing. I read this book when I was around 13, perhaps slightly younger and I still remember it now nearly 30 years later.
It was a teen romance but not a happily-ever-after and that shocked me. I remember wondering how they were going to turn it around so they had a happy ending, and then they didn't! I cannot say how well written it was, as the details are too hazy, but for it to last in my mind for all these years and the minds of many others if you look at the reviews it must have been pretty good!
Apr 09, Ays rated it really liked it. The first book i read that made me cry! In the very late 80's,i was about to go into my teenage years,and i realized then that this whole relationship thing wasn't always a fairy tale. Jan 02, April Klasen rated it really liked it Shelves: Two thing are wrong with this book; the overall flow is off; and the development of the romantic relationship is totally unbelievable.
However, the rest of the book is great. I hunted for this book in particular for years through every second hand book store and book fair, only to find it after my passion for the series and romance novels had disappeared. Mariah is the shy and awkward year-old girl with big Two thing are wrong with this book; the overall flow is off; and the development of the romantic relationship is totally unbelievable.
First, she has to write her book and she plans to do it over summer break. But Mum has other plans; she takes a house sitting job in Palm Springs, moving Mariah and Kim the little sister against their will. As soon as they arrive, they meet Paul Strobe, the boy next door. As they fall in love, things become complicated with Paul having to go into hospital for tests and then surgery. I found it jarring, which in turn, made it hard to settle into the story and follow. That happened too quickly.
The good things; The characters were consistent and well formed. Paul was sooooooooooooooo sweet. A very nice change to the romance hungry teens portrayed in other Sweet Dream books. Good morals. This one had my stomach in knots for most of the story.
Unfortunately, not all of the Sweet Dreams that followed were this good in my opinion. S I Love You is special and it was an honour to read it. Sep 12, Kim Davis added it. Updated review: My copy is worn from reading it so often back in the day that it's barely held together. The cover is taped together, but it's no longer connected to the book binding. Anyway, my taste in books and writing styles have obviously changed in the last three decades.
The writing style was a tad simplistic for me now, but it's totally appropriate for a teenage romance. I cried at the end - as always. Maybe not quite as much as I use Updated review: Maybe not quite as much as I used to, but still. All in all, maybe not quite as beloved as it was the first time I read it, but it was still a good, fast read.
I read this book the year it came out, way back when I was a teenager. I was totally into the whole Sweet Dreams line of romance books geared towards teens. I remember skipping this one at first, because I hated the title. I loved it!! I plan to dig it out soon and re-read it again since it's been a couple years since I have. I cry each and every time I read it, but it's so worth it.
I know there was a sequel, but I could not bring myself to read it for fear that it couldn't possibly live up to the first.
View all 6 comments. While this book isn't what wold be considered high literature, as other reviews here back up, for its target audience - the teen crowd - it is quite the book.
Not many books for this age group deal with the fear of death on top of the fear of losing all else. I recall crying, truly crying, at the end. I learned, thanks to this book, to cherish the time I have with my friends because you never know when they can be taken away. Sadly this is a lesson I've had to put to use more than once. He was very determined. His mom laughs again, and then things are silent.
My mind is racing, trying to think up potential conversation pieces. She stands up. Did Peter tell her what happened between us? She gives my knee a pat and stands up. There was a hint of reproach in her voice—I know I heard it. Was Peter very upset by what happened between us? Annoyed, maybe a little hurt.
Certainly not hurt enough to talk to his mom about it. But maybe he and his mom are really close. I hate to think I may have already made a bad impression, before Peter and I have even gotten going. Across the street I can see Ms. Peter and I are warm and cozy in his car.
Heat billows out the vents. Like I mean it. He kisses back like he means it too. You should go check on her. They were supposed to get back together, like Peter and me. Kitty settles back on the couch, remote in hand, her sisterly duty fulfilled. I go to the kitchen and make Margot a cup of Night-Night tea, two tablespoons of honey, like Mommy used to make us for bedtime. I know Margot drinks at college, but she already has a hangover, and besides, I doubt Daddy would be into it.
So I just put the tea, sans whiskey, in my favorite mug, and I send Kitty upstairs with it.
I tell her to act adorable. I say she should first give Margot the tea and then snuggle with her for at least five minutes. I can feel every breath she takes. She weeps into her pillow, and I scratch her shoulder blades the way she likes.
The thing to know about Margot is she never cries, so seeing her cry sets my world, and this house, off its axis. Everything feels tilted somehow. I was the one who encouraged her to talk to Josh. This is partly my fault. He missed you like crazy.
I would look out the window during French class, and I would see him outside on the bleachers eating his lunch alone. It was depressing. He acted like he was so in love with her; he practically went into a depression when she was gone. And now this? I think I just still really love him. I said crying over a boy was. Do they? I have an idea! I fill a cereal bowl with ice and two silver spoons and come running back. She asks me to tell her what happened with Peter, so I do, but I leave out all the kissing because it feels in poor taste in light of her own heartbreak.
I open my mouth to deny it, to say that it feels like forever ago already, but she silences me with her hand. I mean it, Lara Jean. You can tell me. Not like that. Not at all. I think. I think we were both just missing you. You were wise to break it off when you did. Wise and brave and right. Tell me more about Peter.
I tell her about our pretend relationship, the hot tub, everything. She keeps taking the spoons off so she can look at me as I tell her. But before long her eyes do look less puffy. And I feel lighter—giddy, even. Margot clears her throat. I mean, the first couple of times, a little. Please, Gogo. So, like, how long did it last from start to finish? Now I feel wistful too. I sleep in her room that night like old times, huddled beside her under her quilt.
I listen as the heat clicks off and on. When else will I have another opportunity like that, right? Date one from England, one from Ireland, one from Scotland. And Wales! A tour of the British Empire! Josh and I will never be friends like we were before. Not after all this. He was my best friend. It would always be a little bit. No more Margot and Josh. This time for real. Things have changed. Be in love with Peter if you want, but be careful with your heart.
Love can go away, or people can, without even meaning to. Nothing is guaranteed. How can I be careful when I already like him so much? Movie tonight? I text back yes, exclamation point. Then I delete the exclamation point for sounding too eager.
Though without the exclamation point, the yes seems completely unenthused. I settle on a smiley face and press send before I can obsess over it further. You know, that might not even be real chocolate. It might be imitation. Check the label. Rothschild, who it turns out is kind of a dog whisperer. She used to have three dogs, but when she and her husband got divorced, she got to keep Simone the golden retriever, and he got custody of the other two.
We were two people pretending to like each other, pretending to be a couple, so now what are we? Would we ever have been a couple? I mean, not explicitly. I mean, we like each other. What would change? He seemed happy and carefree as always. This will be our actual first date, I want to wow him a bit. She has a cream sweater dress she brought back from Scotland that I can put with tights and my little brown boots. In the meantime I text Margot: Can I borrow your fair isle sweater or your cream sweater dress??
Not one bit. Those other times were just pretend; this is the real thing. It feels like my heart is beating right through my hand. Like electric currents, in a good way. The best way. All I want is popcorn. Peter laughs. And one small Cherry Coke. Are you okay? The last time I saw Genevieve, she was telling everyone on the ski trip bus how Peter and I had sex in the hot tub. I feel a strong surge of panic, of fight or flight.
Do we have to go over and say hi? Do we keep walking? Genevieve solves it for everyone. Genevieve and Emily are sitting in the middle. I see her blond head, the back of her dove gray dress coat. I make myself look away. Her presence has punctured the night.
Two vampire bite marks right into it. The lights dim, and Peter puts his arm back around me. Is he going to keep it there the whole movie, I wonder. I feel stiff, and I try to even my breathing. Peter gives my shoulder a squeeze, and he leans in and nuzzles my neck. I laugh, a touch too loudly, and the man sitting in front of us whips around in his seat and glares at me.
Is that why he picked seats in the back when there were still free seats in the middle? Panic is rising inside me.
Genevieve is here! And other people too! Also, I kind of just want to watch the movie. The two of us bolt out of the theater like the devil is on our heels—which, I suppose, she sort of is. I watch him scarf down fried chicken with hot honey and Tabasco drizzled on top, and I wonder how many times Genevieve has sat and watched him do the very same thing.
So what if he does text back? I want to be right here, in this moment, just the two of us on our first date. He has a habit of wiping his fingers every time he takes a bite.
I liked the movie. You kept shushing me and pointing at the screen. He grins at me. Some practices, too. Like before. In other people that could be annoying, but not him. That and his face. I could stare at his face all day long. I sip sweet tea out of my straw and look at him. A contract might actually be good for us. It could help us to head problems off at the pass and keep us accountable. I think Margot would be proud of me for this. I pull a little notebook out of my purse and a pen.
Line one I write, Peter will be on time. Peter cranes his neck to read upside down.
I respect you more than any girl I know! What boy do you respect more than me? I reach across the table, over the food, and grab him by the collar and kiss him before we can fight again.
This is what we decide on. Peter will not be more than five minutes late. Lara Jean will not make Peter do crafts of any kind. Lara Jean will only go to parties if she feels like it. Peter will give Lara Jean rides whenever she wants. Lara Jean and Peter will always tell each other the truth.
Peter can still be friends with Genevieve, as long as he is up front with Lara Jean about it. Nobody ever plans it. Our puppy, Jamie Fox-Pickle, is curled up in a ball at the foot of the bed. Kitty wrapped him up in her nubby old baby blanket so only his face is peeking out.
Rothschild will help me train him. She thinks he has the right personality for tricks. She much prefers TV. I click stop on the video and snap my computer shut with a flourish.
You go finish your book. I saw you watching the movie on TV the other day. The message is still the same. I pat her hair. She opens up my computer. Anonybitch is an anonymous Instagram account that puts up scandalous pictures and videos of people hooking up and getting drunk at parties around town.
No one knows who runs the account; they just send in the content. There was a picture of a girl from another high school that went viral last year—she was flashing a cop car. I heard she got expelled from school for it. My phone buzzes again. Anonybitch is particularly famous for her hot tub videos.
She tags them rubadub. I click play. The back of her head obscures the boy. Her hair is long, and the ends dip into the hot tub like calligraphy brushes in ink. The boy runs his hands down her spine like she is a cello and he is playing her. Something familiar. The back of my neck goes icy cold, and I am hit with a gust of awareness, of humiliating recognition. That girl is me. Me and Peter, in the hot tub on the ski trip. I scream. Margot comes racing in, wearing one of those Korean beauty masks on her face with slits for eyes, nose, and mouth.
Her mask falls off. Is that you? Margot gulps. Kitty whimpers and clings closer to me. The caption reads Goody two shoes Lara Jean having full-on sex with Kavinsky in the hot tub. Do condoms work underwater? Someone named Veronica Chen wrote, What a slut! Is she Asian?? Is my face still my face? Or him. Am I talking really loud right now? Is this happening? Is this my life? Is there a help line for inappropriate content?
We have to report this! We might have to call a lawyer. I text instead: Call me ASAP. Now I have to sit at dinner and look my dad in the face, knowing that this video exists. Margot and Kitty look at each other, then back at me. At dinner, my stomach is churning and I can barely get down a bite of potatoes. I just push the food around on my plate and sneak Jamie Fox-Pickle bites under the table.
As soon as everyone else is done eating, I sprint upstairs and look at my phone. Still nothing from Peter. Just more texts from Chris and one from Haven: OMG is this you??! But I was that night. And all I can think is, everybody at school has seen that video, a video of me in one of the most intimate and truly romantic moments of my life.
And not only that, but someone recorded it. Someone was there. It feels tawdry now. It certainly looks that way. And now I just want to not exist.
Margot and Kitty have forbidden me from looking at the video. They tried to take my phone away, but I told them I need it for when Peter calls. Then I snuck a look at the video, and so far there are over a hundred comments, none good. Margot unlocks it for her, and Chris climbs inside, shivering and pink-cheeked. But maybe I am. Maybe this is shock. I mean, you look great.
Objectively, it sucks, but also objectively, Lara Jean looks awesome in it. I hate hot tubs. Why would I willingly get into a hot tub? Some people call themselves never- nudes and they wear clothes at all times, even in the shower. Like, jean shorts. The weight of my bed shifts as Margot climbs in.
Chris looks down at her phone. At all. How have you seen The Sopranos? Stop watching it! Well, not completely. No offense, LJ. Margot picks it up and looks at it. Chris shrugs her off. I ignore both of them and answer the phone. Peter starts talking fast. How can I not? This is terrible. My most private moment, for everybody to see. Kitty and Margot and Chris are all looking at me with sad eyes, which makes me feel even sadder.
Teachers, too. I know for a fact that teachers look at Anonybitch. I was in the faculty lounge once and I overheard Mr. Filipe and Ms. Ryan saying how bad it makes our school look. And what about college admissions boards and our future employers? Peter is powerful.
If anyone could fix such a thing, it would be him. Coach is gonna kick my ass if he sees me on the phone. I wish we could talk longer.
When I hang up, Margot, Chris, and Kitty are all three staring at me. Remember what she did to Jamila Singh? Telling everyone that her family had an Indonesian slave just because she had the balls to date Peter after they broke up? Even so, I find it hard to believe that she could do something so cruel to me.
Jamila Singh and Genevieve never liked each other. But Gen and I were best friends once. It had to have been one of the guys hanging out in the rec room, or maybe. Maybe anyone! Kitty cues it up and pushes play. I feel the same sinking feeling in my stomach every time I watch it. Thank God the only things you can hear are the sounds of the woods and the hot tub water bubbling. Be honest. It just looks like. She bites her lip.
I take a deep breath. I can live with that. I mean, who cares about a hot makeout, right? And you can barely even see my face? There must be a ton of Lara Jeans, right? You really do have an incredible bounce-back. But then in the dark, when my sisters and Chris have left and Peter and I have said our good nights and he has assured me for the millionth time that everything will be fine, I look at Instagram again, at all the comments.
And I am mortified. Probably just some horny pathetic guy, he said. Was it Genevieve? I remember the day we exchanged friendship bracelets. Genevieve liked me best. We were close, closer than with anyone else. The bracelets were proof. How cheaply I was bought then, with just a bracelet made out of string.
Chris said I should lean into it, which would mean a look-at-me kind of outfit. Margot said I should be above it all, which means something mature like a pencil skirt or maybe my green corduroy blazer. But my instinct is to blend, blend, blend. If I could wear a baseball cap to school, I would, but no hats allowed.
I make myself a bowl of Cheerios with sliced banana on top, but I can only force down a few bites. Margot notices and slips a cashew bar in my bag for later. Daddy feels my forehead. You barely had any dinner last night either. He can never know about that video, not ever. Peter pulls up in front of our house right on time for once. He places his arm on the back of my seat as he puts the car in reverse; then he tosses me his phone. I see the entry that was below ours, a picture of a passed-out guy with penises permanent-markered all over his face.
I gasp. The hot tub video is gone! I told them how my uncle is a lawyer and you and I are both underage. He owns a pizza parlor in New Jersey. I mean, who cares if we made out in a damn hot tub? Who cares if we had sex in it? Oh, Peter, why do you have to be so handsome!
I wanted it too. But I care, I care a lot. He turns his head and looks at me, studying my eyes, my face. If we just hold on tight enough, it will all be okay. When we walk down the hall together, girls whisper. Boys snicker.
One guy from the lacrosse team runs up and tries to high-five Peter, who swats him away with a growl. Is the girl in the video really you?
We are not. Not by any stretch of the imagination. I should have listened harder. Slow and low. We will heat up for each other over time. Or had. Maybe half. My face burns in mortification. We are brisket! So I hold my chin up even higher, as high as I can, so high my neck hurts. Maybe Gen did do it. Maybe she really does hate me that much. Davenport grabs me on my way to my next class.
She just wants gossip. Chin up, chin up. Trust me, I know this from personal experience. Keep it moving. Let me be a resource. I respect Mrs. I want her to think well of me.
All I can do is nod. She tips my chin up tenderly. Her perfume smells like dried rose petals. Duvall really cares about the students. Better than that. Better than what? Than who? And of course there Genevieve is, standing in front of the mirror, dabbing on lip balm. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror. So smug, so sure of herself.
Then she recovers, and screws the top back on her lip balm. Her mouth turns up to the right, the smallest of quivers. Even though I suspected it, maybe even knew it deep down, this confirmation takes my breath away.
You know my sisters, my dad. You know me. You knew how much this would hurt me.
The corner of her mouth turns up. I know it was. Once Peter finds out. Kick my ass? And you know what? This is when it dawns on me. Of me. When school lets out, I race to the parking lot, where Peter is in his car waiting for me with the heat on.
She just admitted it to me! She said those exact words? Also, she did that thing with her mouth! Maybe Coach White? Has anyone said anything to you? Boys will be boys, but girls are supposed to be careful: When I finally get home, Margot and Kitty are waiting for me. He got Anonybitch to take the video down. Then her face gets serious. He believed you, right? Margot being here, making judgments and doling out sage advice, makes me feel secure.
It gives me strength. But there is none. Only confidence. Daddy makes Korean short ribs and potatoes au gratin from scratch. He even bakes a lemon cake. She took me to a Korean restaurant on our first date and ordered everything for us in Korean and told me about each dish.
I was so in awe of her that night. You should take the rice cooker too. How great would that be? Your mom always wanted to take you girls on a trip to Korea. You still have a lot of family there. She keeps sneaking bites of meat to Jamie, who sits on his hind legs, looking at us with hopeful eyes. Daddy nearly chokes on a bite of potatoes. Grandma would drive Daddy crazy after a week. And hair pins. BB cream. I should make a list. She looks down at her plate. Also have you emailed Noni yet about SAT tutoring?
I will. It would be fun hanging out all day with your old man! Or assistant. Margot, which sounds more impressive? I could make cheese puffs, there could be white wine. People can get burned out working at a retirement home. Janette will be relieved to have an extra set of hands. When I go back upstairs, I have a missed call from Peter. I call him back, and I can hear the TV on in the background.
Did she admit it? That was to be expected, I guess. I know her. She used to be my best friend. I know how she thinks. Trust me. But girl to girl, ex—best friend to ex—best friend, I know it was her. There are things a girl knows in her gut, her bones. This is all her plan, Peter. Could that be? I feel a pang of guilt as I remember how Chris mentioned that their grandma broke her hip and the families were discussing whether or not to put her into a home. Genevieve was always close to her grandma; she said she was the favorite out of all the grandchildren because she looked just like her—i.
Genevieve used to worry about them getting divorced. Can we talk about this more tomorrow? I mean, I guess it could be anything. Maybe I knew her well once, but not anymore. Peter is the one who knows her best now. After we hang up I resolve to put the video behind me once and for all. But his lights are off, so he must still be asleep.
Daddy chases after him. Jamie is barking and jumping all over Ms. Jamie is so excited he pees on Ms. Rothschild snatches him up with one arm and plants a kiss on his head. Twice I have to ask her if she wants one pancake or two. I make a few extra and wrap them in aluminum foil to share with Peter on the way to school. I do the dishes; I even send Janette over at Belleview a feeler email, and she writes back right away. I can do this. Great, even. He logs in, and I gasp out loud when I see the wallpaper.
Nobody looks up. He goes to the next computer—same picture, different caption. We are a meme. Over the next couple of days, the picture shows up all over the place. Another one where our heads have been replaced by cat heads. Jeff Bardugo? A lot of people could be throwing their hat in the ring. The cat heads were kind of funny. But overall it is not. Oh no no no no. Please, no. Everything happens at once. Vasquez, the junior class advisor, is trying to grab the mic back from Peter, but Peter manages to maintain control of it.
People are cheering and laughing. The assembly breaks up then, and everyone starts filing out the doors, but I stay low in my seat. Chris comes and finds me, face alight. She grabs me by the shoulders. He freaking dropped the F bomb twice! A video of me and Peter hot and heavy was just on the projector screen, and everyone saw. Vasquez, seventy-year-old Mr. The only passionate kiss of my life and everybody saw. Chris shakes my shoulders.
Like, I hate to give him credit, but that was an act of chivalry. No guy has ever set the record straight for me.
Duvall, of what she said before. Meet me at my car! I race to the parking lot, where Peter is in his car waiting for me with the heat on. I just got released from prison. Are you suspended? I sweet-talked my way out of it. Principal Lochlan loves me. If it had been anybody else. He pulls me to his side. Peter loves attention, and I hate to be another girl who gives it to him, but he makes it really hard sometimes.
Besides, it was kind of romantic. He plants a kiss on my cheek, nuzzles against my face. I beg off the lacrosse party I was supposed to go to with Peter tonight.
It is an activity that requires very little from you—you just follow the directions, and then at the end you have created something. From ingredients to an actual dessert. Poof, deliciousness. I push the window up. What are you doing here?
He buries his head in my stomach like a little boy. I sink down on the bed next to him and put my head on his shoulder. I hope the minutes go slow. He slides his arm around me, safe and secure. This is brand-new. I shove him in the shoulder.
He snuggles his chin into the hollow between my neck and my shoulder. I want to close my eyes but I keep them trained on my clock. At the fifteen-minute mark, I sit up so fast he jumps. I clap him on the shoulder. She shrugs. The residents have figured out Netflix. Like, more special? Just simple little touches will make all the difference. Like we could make a jacket mandatory for the men. Janette is thinking this all sounds like too much trouble, I can tell. That would make it feel even more special.
Build the anticipation and then really do it right. Leave it all to me. Before I can remind her of this, she goes on. I fucking hate those groupies. Like a band? Oh my God, I would be so good at being a groupie for an actual, important band. Like being a muse, you know? Hey, do you want to drive to DC tomorrow night and see this band Felt Tip?
A, my dad would never let me go to DC on a school night. C, I have a feeling Felt Tip is not my kind of music. Is it my kind of music? We settle onto the floor and get down to the business of manis.
Chris grabs one of my gold nail pens and starts painting tiny stars on her thumbnail. Who are you talking to here? What if we started doing manicures at Belleview? The residents would love that. You could think of it like community service but not mandatory.