I just ran into Tommy outside the bathroom.
After tossing and turning, and repeatedly banging the back of my head against the train wall, I finally fell asleep. Or was knocked unconscious. Whatever. But then I woke up, finding that I had somehow rolled off my bed onto the floor. Good thing I had a bottom bunk. I decided to try and locate the bathroom.
When I came out, I found Tommy waiting by the door.
“Hey,” I squeaked, looking at the ground.
“Oh, hi.”
Pause. Silence. Neither of us moved.
“Listen, Lindsay?”
“Yes?”
“I’m—I’m sorry about what happened.”
“No biggie,” I said quickly.
“It’s just—”
I had to stop him from continuing. It suddenly occurred to me that he could actually like me. And once he put that out there, well, there was no going back. “It was the bubbly, right?” I added in a rush.
“Oh . . . yeah. The champagne.”
“Goes straight to the head. Don’t worry,” I reassured him. “I won’t say anything to Becca.”
He looked out the window. “Sure.”
“We friends?”
“Of course. Friends.” He turned back to me and smiled.
Then we both stood there. And then he took a step toward me…
Oh, no not again, is what I thought. So I jumped back. “Tommy, we talked about this.”
He looked confused for a second, and then he laughed. “I was just going to the bathroom.”
Right.
So now I’m the girl who thinks my best friend’s brother is constantly trying to jump her. Awesome.
Harold and Becca are awake and giggling—Harold must have climbed into Becca’s bed during the night, because they’re all curled up together like two puppies.
Joanna is still sleeping. Which is why I take great pleasure in opening the blinds.
Hah!
The view of the sun rising over the mountains is quite spectacular. I would take a photo if I could find my camera. Maybe today will be a good day. We’re going white-water rafting. I have never been white-water rafting. That is not something my mother would ever agree to let me do. In fact, she explicitly told me after seeing it on the itinerary that I had to sit it out.
Tough.
I am going to do it. I am not a child. I can be careful.
It is pretty cool that I’m white water rafting in the French Alps. What did you do today? Oh I went white water rafting in the French Alps. You?
Beats going to the mall.
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A Nice Fling is Hard to Find
Teen FictionLindsay is on a summer teen tour to France and she's determined to have a fling before she comes home. And not with a fellow American. No, she's only considering boys with foreign accents. Will she find her Jacques or Jean-Claude who will look deep...
