I hop into the driver's seat before he can catch me, and lock the doors.
I turn up the volume real loud, and bounce to OMI.
"Oh I think that I found myself a cheerleader, she is always right there when I nee-"
Right as the high part of the song comes along, I have a coughing fit, per usual.
"Nah nah nahhhhh nah nah nahhhhhh," I look out the passenger window, where J is standing, hand on hip.
Something about him looking at me with his serious, bold eyes makes my heart pound. While he's staring at me, I finally get a good chance to look at him. His jaw bone is perfect size. (kinda like Josh Hutcherson.) His eyes and hair are like the woods in the evening---the same color as the tree trunks and the mud and the earth. He's got some lightly placed brown freckles on his face, as if their layout was strategically thought out. He looked...natural. Down to earth.
Real.
"Maia...Maia!" I come back to earth, to see his face mushed up against the passenger window. Even when he tries to look ugly, he's more perfect than ever.
"Will you let me in now? I'm going to end up sick like you if you don't let me in within the next century," he mumbles.
"Oh, right. Sorry," I laugh, and run my fingers through my hair.
"I was sort of day-dreaming," I tell him as I back out of the driveway.
"Yeah, I noticed. What about?" he asks.
"Oh, you know, the usual stuff," I reply, trying to play it cool.
"You mean sex?"
I choke on my surprise and slam on the breaks.
"What?!?" I cough and hack.
He laughs. "What? Isn't that what everyone thinks about?"
"Um, no. And if that's what you daydream about, maybe you should see a psychologist," I say, taking a sip of water.
I start driving again. "And just so we're clear, I was dreaming about puppies."
"Sure, sure," he mumbles.
I reach over and smack him on the back of the head, and the car swerves a little.
"Ay! Watch the damn truck!" he bites his knuckle, and makes a high-pitched noise that I can't describe with words.
He smashes his eyes shut and puts his head in between his knees.
"I can't watch," he whines.
"Have fun day dreaming about sex," I laugh.
He flies back upright in his seat.
"Hey, I don't daydream about...that. I thought that's what everybody else did, but I guess not."
I glance at him skeptically.
"I promise," he says with truthful eyes.
"Alright, alright. I believe you, you bafoon," I joke.
"Where are you taking me, anyway?" He asks as we drive down a thin country road.
"You know I won't tell you," I reply.
"Ughhhhh. I know, but asking makes me feel like you will," he laughs.
"We'll be there soon," I reassure him.
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Twelve Boyfriends
Novela JuvenilA young girl named Maia never gets the guy. Her hot older sister, Chloe, has always been the one to have boys drooling over her like she was a precious gem. But when Maia starts growing into her good looks, she doesn't know how to handle all the boy...
