IN THE FULL MOON

chapter 15 full moon kiss

Brandon and I stole a few passing glances

the next day at school but nothing more than

that. I was dying to grab his hand when I saw

him by his locker, like I had when we were

skating, but I didn't possess the courage. Instead,

I just daydreamed about him throughout each

class and wrote his name in every one of my

notebooks - in an out-of-the-way spot so my

friends couldn't see. After school I was at Ivy's,

working on our English essays, when my cell

phone rang. It wasn't a ring tone I was familiar

with - not Abby's, Nash's, or my parents'. It was Frank Sinatra's voice singing "Fly Me

to the Moon."

"Who is that?" Ivy asked.

Brandon's name appeared. How could that

be? Then it hit me; he must have added his name

to my contact list when he found my phone in the

woods.

I swept up the phone and covered it with my

sleeve before Ivy had a chance to see it.

Frank kept singing.

"You better answer it and tell them they

have the wrong number. Otherwise, they'll keep

calling." My phone number was one digit off from

a local radio station's. I'd been receiving calls

from listeners requesting songs or dialing in for a

contest , but I'd been too lazy to change my

number.

I wanted to talk to Brandon so badly. I was

dancing on the inside. I quickly answered before

he hung up. "Hello?" I said.

"They're all gone," he said in a deep voice.

"What?" I asked.

"The brownies? They're all gone. Even the

crumbs."

"Who is it?" Ivy asked.

"I think it's a wrong number," I whispered.

The lie jumped out of my mouth before I had the

chance to stop it.

"Only you'd answer them!" Ivy shouted. "Tell

them they might have won if they dialed the right

number for a change!"

"I'd like to give you back the pan. And your

scarf," Brandon said.

I paused. What did that mean? A date?

"What are they asking?" Ivy asked.

"Or... I can sell them on eBay," he teased.

"I'm sure they would get a lot since they belong

to you."

I laughed.