I spent four horrible days at work, elbow-deep in other people's guts, and I was desperate to be alone with Edward again. The moment Jacy entered the school doors on Thursday morning, I drove straight to the skatepark.
"Hey, you." He slid his hat sideways to kiss me and got a decent handful of my ass in front of his friends.
I totally let him.
Shameless.
Stupid in lust for this guy.
"Read this." I handed him the secret report Jacy had been working furiously on last week, a big, fat, red A+ at the top.
Subject: My Best Friend Edward.
Two pages, front and back, in her meticulous handwriting, extolling every virtue. I watched Edward's cheeks go pink as he read about how nice he was, how he made the best spaghetti, and how he mopped the floors for her even though it wasn't Monday. He taught her how to skateboard, and it was her favorite thing in the world, except for maybe getting a puppy someday, a black one named Mister. He gave her all of his old skateboarding magazines to cut up and make collages out of. They had the same shoes. Best of all, he made her mom happy.
"Wow." He cleared his throat and wouldn't look at me.
"Yeah."
"Gonna have to frame this." He laughed, sounding choked. "It's probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me."
"I can think of a lot of nice things to say about you."
"Maybe, but did you write a two page report on them?"
"No, but… about that longboard?" I lifted an eyebrow at him, and his whole face lit up.
"Fuck yes, woman. That's exactly what I wanted to hear."
AN
HH is a busy bee these days. Big things on her laptop.
Thank you for reading.
xo/HB