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boyfriend. I do not know why Brianna asked me to come home and see that movie with them or bring me to this party, but I know I want to go home and not think about how much I wish Ryan and I stood here talking about something real Instead of talking about him and Brianna. “I’m very tired,” I say. You should probably go. And try to fake a yawn and prevent credible shake my soda. “Wait, I’m going to tell Brianna says, and shit, came with them. I should have said I had to go talk to someone and get a ride with them. I do not want to go to Brianna and Ryan, I do not sit in the car with them, they want to see … “Sarah, will you go? Brianna says, coming up behind me and throwing her arms around me. Even sweating, she looks beautiful. Why? I can not say “Because I want to throw your boyfriend and is exhausted and wanting to feel guilty about it at the same time, ? so I just say,” I’m tired. Sorry. I’m tired. “Just spending time with us for a while, okay? There is something in his voice and I look, but she is turning its face and is seeing all dancing. I can not. I will find someone and take a walk, still call me tomorrow “I say, and hit my hip against hers. “I’ll take you home,” says Ryan, and look at him in surprise. He has his hands in his pockets, his face a little flushed, and Brianna said: “Yes, go with Ryan, OK? -And then gives me a hug. Ask him why he did not want to spend time with me, “he whispers as he puts his arms around me. He even does not care that I’m dancing with guys you used to date, and at first this thing was great not-jealous, but now is … do not know. Also tell him to cut his hair.
    She returns to the group of people who are dancing, turning to Ryan before she turn into one of his ex, Greg, that looks very happy to see her.
     
    I turn to Ryan, ready to tell him he need not worry about me, I’ll be able to find a ride home and that he should spend time with Brianna, but he is not watching. She’s right, he is not jealous. That has never happened before. - Ready to go? She says, and I nod, confused and something … and stuff. Things that should not be feeling. But that I feel in any way.
     
    Seven
     
    You really don’t have to drive me home “I say when we are outside.
    “My car’s that bad? “He says, looking at me, and I start to say” NO “and then I see a smile. “It’s hideous,” I tell him as I get in. “For starters, there is orange as I have promised for so long and I’m sure I’ll never actually have it, and secondly, where are the dents? How can you not drive a car that has dents that mean your mother has been distracted thinking about tortillas and pizza with bean sauce? - Pizza with bean sauce? “Yeah” I say. After my mother’s side will line at the grocery store when parked, she scored her recipe for tortilla pizza. Look, all the recipes have a twist contest. Or at least the winners have them, according to my mother. And she knows a lot about cooking contests. And cooking too, but the thing about competitions is … well, you know. His thing. “She has done great things. I even remember those cookies turtle made for your birthday number eight. “Those things are hard to forget when someone’s mother creates a river of chocolate sauce and making everyone wait to eat while she creates the turtles in-home ?” I say. The worst. Fiesta. Birthday. Always. “No way,” he said. That was cute. “Making people wait to eat cookies and then say no cake is not pretty. I think people took their gifts and left.
     
    “Well, I can overcome that. I had to wear that brace on my tenth birthday. - Did not! He nods. “If I took them. Oh, hey, my sketch pad is directed your way. Turned a corner and it slides off the dashboard onto my lap. - Do you drive on, you draw? - I say, waving a finger at him, it feels so good to do this, speak and to be flirting. I know, but it is only a little. He smiles, his teeth glow while driving through the dark streets,