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“Sit down. What’s up?”
We both sit in the booth next to us where she had just cleaned. I take my hat off and run my hand through my hair.
“I need you to convince Paisley to attend the volleyball game with you tomorrow.”
“Sure, but she was probably going to go anyway. Anything for you, she wouldn’t miss. You know that.”
“Right, yeah.” I nod, grasping my hat in my hands. The only thing that can distract me is how the ends of Sierra’s curls poke out of her pigtails like ramen noodles.
“Anything else?” she asks.
“Dude, I think I’m going insane.” I sigh.
“Josh, chill, breathe, and speak. Ever since you and Paisley started this whole fake dating thing, both of you have been acting like cuckoo bananas.” She giggles.
“That.That’smy problem. It was a mistake—thebestmistake—but a mistake. Now…now I think I’minlove with her. I triedkissing her when we were alone, Si—that’snota part of the fake dating deal…”
“Well, no shit Sherlock. It only took you your entire life to crack the code. Nobody is surprised but you. I knew this would blow up in one of your faces. Guess you caved first.”
She smiles, shaking her head.
“Sierra, this is serious.”
“Okay, my advice is to stop coming to me—both of you. It would be best if you talked toher, Josh. You don’t have all summer and don’t want summer to end with you regretting anything, now do you?”
“Well, no—”
“So do it. Stop being a pansy.”
She stands up, shuttingmeup, straight to the point.
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“I ordered fried pickles, and now that you’re here, we have to share them. So you better not leave or else.”
Fair enough. I owe her that much, at least. She should eat her words, though. I know I’m in denial, but I’d give her and Beau each a trophy for being the best at that game. They’re equally as bad as us, and they’ve had sex. They try to act like it didn’t happen—or at least Sierra does, but I don’t get why they deny it. They’re adorable.
That’s probably how they feel about Paisley and I. The difference between us, though, is that if I ever slept with Pea, I would never deny any moment of it. If anything, I would want it ten times over. I’m not ashamed. I get weak at the thought.
I would be so good to her—give her anything she wants. Anywayshe would want it. She’s not just any broad, so it would feel a lot better afterward, I can assume. It wouldn’t leave me feeling as guilty. The fact that I’m even thinking about her like that is a bit too much. Soon, I’ll be getting off at the idea.
I kind of already am. It’s a miracle I made itthisfar.
I can control myself, obviously, but as far as kissing goes, I can’t say I know my boundaries anymore. When my hands are on her, all I can think about is the next move I want to make, how I can get our bodies closer together, and how I can get my lips on her once more. I need more time staring at every part of her. It’ll never fulfill me, but it could hold me over. I’m happy if I have a thought to cling to or a newfound daydream. A daydream doesn’t, and never will, compare to reality, though.Especiallynot with my pretty little Pea.
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