Page 106 of How to Kiss a Movie Star
I tug my blanket up to my chin, snuggling a little deeper into my covers. “I miss him, Lu.”
“Because you love him?”
I press my lips together. So far, the only person I’ve admitted my feelings to isme.But at this point, the idea of keeping secrets is much too exhausting. If Iamin love, I don’t want to pretend like I’m not.
Lucy can clearly read my emotions because her eyes widen. “Oh my gosh. Youdolove him.” She sits up. “I can see it on your face.”
I lift my hands and press them to my cheeks. “It’s crazy. I don’t even know how it happened.”
“Oh, honey, I knowexactlyhow it happened.” She scrambles off the bed and yanks down my blankets.
“Lucy! What are you doing?” I reach for my comforter, but she tugs it completely off the bed, then grabs my hands, pulling until I’m on my feet beside her.
“That was really rude and awful,” I say, my voice still sleepy.
“I don’t care. You’re in love, and that means we need to celebrate.”
“Celebrate what? I only admitted I lovehim. I have no idea how he feels about me.”
She props her hands on her hips. “Woman, did youwatchthe footage from the premiere? He looks at you like heworshipsyou.” She moves to the bedroom door and heads down the hallway. “Come on. I’m making you breakfast.”
I pick up my comforter and quickly make my bed. I hate leaving it unmade, but also, I need a minute to process. In the video Lucy showed me, Flint said his feelings were real—but that’s not a surprise. He told me the same thing. But the joy that shot through my veins when I heard him say it so plainly—I wasn’t expecting that.
I drop onto the corner of my bed.
I’ve been so worried, so confused the past couple of days. But is there really anything confusing about it? If I love him, why would I chose not to be with him?
Lucy is mixing pancake batter when I make it to the kitchen. She nudges a container of strawberries across the counter. “Here. Want to cut these for me?”
I fish a knife out of the drawer. “Do you and Summer even keepanyfood downstairs?”
“Very little,” Lucy says. She turns to face me, leaning her hip against the counter. “So what are we going to do about this? If you love him, why aren’t you with him right now, hugging and kissing and making beautiful babies?”
I roll my eyes. “It’s not that easy. You know it’s not that easy.”
“I don’t, actually,” Lucy says. “I’ve never been in love.”
This gives me pause. My little sisters have both dated a lot. I lift my eyes to meet hers. “Really? Not even with…what was his name? With the glasses and the curly hair? Tim?”
Lucy frowns. “Ugh. Definitely not Tim.”
“Huh.”
“Focus, Auds. What’s the hold-up with you and Flint?”
I slowly slice my way through a few more strawberries. “I’m just scared, I think. Which, when you make me say it out loud, it feels incredibly lame.”
“It’s not lame. It’s how you feel. But just because it’s scary doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do it. People do scary things all the time.”
“No,youdo scary things all the time. Summer does scary things. I don’t.”
Lucy scoffs. “Says the woman who has faced down a black bear? More than once?”
“You’re crazy if you think bears are scarier than people.”
She pulls out my griddle pan from under the counter and turns on the stove. “You’re crazy if you think lifewithFlint is scarier than life without him. You have to listen to your heart, Auds. Don’t let fear ruin something that could be amazing.”
“But what if it isn’t amazing?” I drop the knife and spin to face her. “I mean, of course it’s amazing right now, but what if the magic eventually wears off and then it’s just a lot of time apart, wishing we weren’t on opposite sides of the country?”
