Eighteen Kisses Read Online Free

so sure if I was happy with it.
    ‘Doesn’t matter,’ said Colin. ‘Sing it anyway.’
    I took a breath and sang softly.
    You said I was your angel,
    A treasure in the dark.
    I thought I was your everything
    And that I’d made my mark.
     
    You took my heart and crushed it,
    This torture can’t be true.
    Still, when I think of happiness –
    I only think of you.
     
    A tiny part of what we had
    In everything I see.
    It hurts to see you with her,
    With anyone but me.
     
    I thought I was your angel,
    A treasure in the dark.
    I’d kill to be your everything
    Can’t stand to be apart.
     
    I’m sure that it was love,
    I couldn’t stop the fall.
    Pretty lies and empty words,
    Now I’m nothing at all.
     
    ‘Cheery,’ said Colin.
    I gave him a fake glare.
    ‘It’s fabulous, Jacki!’ he laughed. ‘Just like everything you sing.’ A mischievous look crossed his face. ‘Can I sing
you
something?’ he asked.
    ‘Go ahead,’ I said curiously.
    Colin launched into ‘New York, New York’, jumping up on the bed and using my hair straightener as a microphone.
    This time I actually glared at him.
    ‘It’s NEW YORK,’ said Colin. ‘You HAVE to go.’
    ‘The wedding’s in five weeks,’ I said. ‘It’s not gonna happen.’
    I was thrilled for Lydia, but I kind of wished Colin would talk about something else for five seconds.
    ‘There has to be a way,’ he said. ‘We’ll find a way. I know it, I’d bet my life on it.’
    There was no way I was going to New York. I’d love to go, of course, but I couldn’t afford it. I didn’t want to ask Mum for a loan because the baby was arriving in five monthsand she was always talking about how much babies cost. We’d already spent so much on the renovation of the cottage. It was worth it though; it looked beautiful and my room was just perfect – I loved the purple walls, the polished wooden floor and the multicoloured chandelier. Whatever money we had left over had been used to turn one of the spare rooms into a nursery, which was all set for the baby’s arrival in October. It wouldn’t be fair to ask Mum to pay for my flight to New York too. But ever since Lydia had sent out the invitations Colin had been trying to come up with a way to get me a ticket. Most of his ideas were either very improbable or very illegal.
    ‘I think you’re just going to have to accept it,’ I said. ‘I’m not going.’
    ‘Well, that’s not very optimistic now, is it?’
    I knew Colin meant well, but his determination was also just a constant reminder that I wasn’t going to be at the wedding.
    I heard his phone beep. I looked up two seconds later to find it shoved right up to my face. ‘Oh my god,’ he said. ‘Oh. My. God.’
    ‘What?’ I asked.
    ‘He texted me. He TEXTED ME!’ Colin started hyperventilating and I read the screen.
     
Hey, Colin, it’s James. What’s up? Was just wondering if you wanted to hang out this Friday night?
     
    I smiled.
    James worked in an art gallery in Sligo. He was seventeen,very cute and Colin had been crazy about him for the past six months.
    ‘This is brilliant!’ I said. ‘What are you going to say?’
    ‘I don’t know.’ He sat down beside me on the floor.
    ‘This is so exciting!’ I said, bouncing up and down on the spot.
    ‘I know.’ Colin was smiling, but I could sense that he was a bit nervous.
    ‘Reply!’ I said, prodding him on the shoulder.
    ‘Not yet,’ he said. ‘I don’t want to seem too keen. I figure I should wait at least half an hour.’
    ‘Then it might seem like you’re over-thinking your reply though,’ I said, resting my guitar against the bookshelves.
    ‘Oh my god, you’re right,’ said Colin, his eyes widening.‘What should I say?’
    ‘I dunno, er … yes?’
    He suddenly looked concerned. ‘What if he means hang out just as friends? What if he doesn’t actually like me? What if I’ve made the whole thing up?’
    ‘Colin, I had to look at art I didn’t understand for an entire