Later, sprawled on his bed, I soaked up the sound of him playing his guitar. It was… kind of a perfect day. Every song he tried was the perfect song.
“You’re just saying that…”
“Nope,” I told him. “Hand to God, I love every single one of them.”
His eyes twinkled, and he leaned forward, the guitar between us and dropped a kiss on my mouth. My lips were swollen and tingling. Could you get bruised from kissing? I kind of wanted to find out. “You’re the best, Frankie.”
The words thrilled me in a way they never had before. “Right back atcha, Ian.”
The Rules Part Deux
Bubba: Leave the French guy alone.
Jake: Sleeping Beauty is awake.
Bubba: Just leave the French dude alone.
Archie: Why?
Coop: Rule #5, Bubba, scroll up.
Jake: Yeah, Frenchy has to go.
Archie:Like I said I have it covered.
Bubba:You’re idiots. Leave the French guy alone.
Jake:Why?Oh, and Arch, grab me a quad shot espresso?
Archie: Got it. No, Bubs. No can do.
I’ll put up with you idiots, at least until
she chooses. Not the French guy.
Coop: What he said… wait. You are competing?
Archie: Not specifically.
Jake: Until she chooses it’s competition.
Archie: It’s not official.
Coop: …
Jake: …
Bubba: …
Archie: You think we all date her
for the rest of senior year?
Then what?
Coop: Then college.
Jake: We’re all getting a place together.