Toni Aleo

“What are you doing?”
Tate motioned to the door, “I’m opening the door for you.”
Audrey narrowed her eyes; she looked genuinely confused, “Why?”
“Because I’m supposed too?”
Still narrowing her eyes, she said, “Guys still do that?”
Tate’s lip quirked up as he motioned for her to get in, “I do, now come on; I don’t want to be late.”
Audrey still didn’t move, instead she leaned over pinching his arm, “OW!” he yelled out, moving away, “What was that about?”
“Well, you’re real.”

To you, I'm nothing. But I'm something to someone special.

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That’s me. I’m so perfectly imperfect that it’s crazy.

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“I wasn’t done talking to you.”

She drops her hand from the tree and turns to look at me.

“Oh, really? What do you want to talk about?”

“The weather?” I ask.

“It’s cold,” she says with a look that tells me she’s bored.

I smile. “Maybe you could tell me your name?”

“Why?”

“So I can call you something else other than the most gorgeous girl on campus.”
It’s cheesy, but hey, it works.

Her eyes widen as she shakes her head. “Does that actually work on girls?”

Or maybe it doesn’t.

„ … the best things in life are the things you can’t control. ”

“I love you, Claire, so much, and I am so proud of you.”

“I love you too, Phillip.”

“And remember when we’re in the Hunger Games, I’ll die for you.”

All of a sudden Audrey started laughing uncontrollably. Fallon looked up at her laughing sister, confused. What the hell was funny about this situation?
“Not only did you date a pro hockey player, but you got knocked up by one. One of the hottest ones in the NHL. What the hell?” Audrey kept laughing as Fallon glared at her.
“What does that mean?”
“It means that no wonder you haven’t dated anyone since coming home from California. Once you’ve been with a hockey player, no man can live up to the size of their sticks,” she said in a fit of giggles.

“Sorry–” I say, shaking my head “–I don’t give my number out to strange men.”

“I’m not a stranger. I just followed you all over campus,” he informs me with a smile on his face.

“Oh, that’s true. So I shouldn’t give my number to stalkers either, right?”

Maybe he could be what Phillip is to Reese, and I’d live happily ever after. And maybe I’ll start choreographing for Justin Timberlake, and as I’m teaching him a routine, he’ll tell me he’s desperately in love with me and needs me for the rest of his life.

“What’s up with the flowers?”
“Lucas,” Fallon said as if that answered the question perfectly. “What the hell am I gonna do about him?”
“He sent all this? Oooh, lip gloss,” Audrey gushed as she came to the desk, looking at all the shades that hung from different branches. Fallon swore Audrey had ADD or something. The girl couldn’t focus for shit.
“Audrey! Focus!” Audrey looked up and smiled.
“I like lip gloss, especially this kind.”