I-I don't usually go around throwing rocks at people's windows. Or saying that I've wanted to kiss you since your first day at work, when you wanted to know why we had three codes for fish sandwiches when we only sold one kind.
Elizabeth ScottI love this time of day,' Josh says-talking to me, he's talking to me!-and I try to think of the right thing to say.
'I love you' sounds a little intense for the conversation.
'Can we make out?' sounds like something Jackson would say, and even if I am thinking it, I never want to sound like Jackson. Ever.
'Me too,' is what I come up with.
Brilliant, right?
Everyone else carries a backpack, but not Josh. He has a cool, beat-up messenger bag, covered with stickers protesting all kinds of things.
Elizabeth ScottShe looked at me for real and saw I was serious. She saw I knew she was for me like you know that tomorrow morning the sun will rise.
Elizabeth ScottShe has no idea who I am, not really. She's just someone who's noticed me because the video and she'll forget what she's said before the day is over.
Me? Not so much, but I go on, my legs shaking and a mix of anger and despair burning inside me.
Well as much as I'm sure the people next door who are pretending they aren't looking at me would like to hear what I have to say, I'd rather say it to just you.
Elizabeth ScottThat's you, right?' he asks me.
'Yeah.'
'Cute. Not that I, uh, think little kids are cute. Just that you were cute. I mean, you can see how you turned out to be so...oh.
I told you we were meant to be,'he says, still smiling, still so Finn, who was always here but I who I just didn't see, and now-
Well, now I kiss him.
And just for the record, it's totally worth the tardy slip I end up getting.
It's bullshit. It's so easy to label people, to look at a list of symptoms and say, "This is who you are. This is what you are.
Elizabeth ScottOkay, I guess you can come in."
"Um, Hannah, you have to, you know, open the front door so I can actually come in."
"I thought you were going to - you're standing under my window. Aren't you supposed to climb up here or something?"
"My ladder's at home. Also, you call throwing rocks at your window clichéd?
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