Page 120 of Let's Pretend I'm Okay

I’m addicted to Margo.

She waves before stepping inside her house.

As I walk back to the bus stop, I look at our photos and my new screensaver, and I smile. If I wake up tomorrow and think this was all a dream, I have proof that tonight happened.

I kissed Margo.

Margo kissed me.

I replay it in my head the whole ride home. I can’t keep still. My foot taps, and my heart pounds as I remember the feeling of her hands in my hair and the way she held my hand most of the night.

When I get home, it’s dark and quiet, but Olive’s light shines from underneath her door. I can’t help myself from knocking on it.

“Yes?” she says.

I open the door and slip inside.

Olive is sitting at her desk cross-legged doing homework. She glances over her shoulder and raises an eyebrow. “Daniel?”

I close the door behind me and rest my head against it.

“Is something wrong?” she asks, still obviously confused by why I’m in her room.

I shake my head and smile.

“Oh,” she says as if she’s piecing together what happened. “So you and Margo are getting along.”

My smile widens. “She kissed me.”

Olive spins around. “So you’re in here to what? Brag?”

“Maybe,” I say. My gaze shifts from Olive to my hands. “I just felt like telling someone, and you’re the only person I could think of.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “You’ve got it bad.”

“I really like her,” I say. It feels good to say it out loud tosomeone else. It makes it seem more official. Like it isn’t some secret between Margo and me. Now Olive knows too.

Olive rests her arms on the back of her chair. “You’re like a lovesick puppy, and I don’t know whether it’s cute or gross.”

I scowl. “Cute. Definitely cute.”

“I didn’t know you could be like this. You’re like a completely different person,” she says.

“No, I’m not.”

“Have you, um”—she clears her throat—“seen what you’re wearing?”

Heat rises to my face as I look down at the shirt. “Don’t be jealous.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. I will gladly let you keep that shirt.”

My phone buzzes.

“It’s Margo, isn’t it?”

I nod.

Olive rolls her eyes with a smile. “Go on. Get out of here and talk to your girlfriend.”

---