Page 95 of Faking Forever 1
“Well, no. I just think guys are a hit-or-miss anymore. Most of them suck.” she rubs her arm gently.
“What if he had a nice job and hisownplace? Even a car?
Better yet, what if he was afriendof mine?” I start to spitball, glancing at Beau, who was too stunned to speak.
“If he’s your friend, he can’t be that bad. Do I know him?”
she smiles, loosening her body.
“Yeah. Pretty well, actually.” I looked at Beau again, who was pulling his long strands of hair over his red cheeks.
She looks at him now also, her smile fading.
“Oh. It’s Beau, isn’t it?” she quietly asks.
I smack his hand once more.
“It’s cool. You can walk away, Sierra. Seriously. He likes to embarrass me.” Beau never raises his head.
Sierra looks at me, puffing up her chest to take a deep breath before looking at Beau.
“Saturday. Six o’clock. I’m not picky about food and like watching the sunset.Don’tcome later.” she says sternly.
She then turns on her heels to walk away.
“Beau, you won, man!” I smack his arms, watching him hide his excitement.
If I was winning, I wanted my boy to win, too. It’s been a long time coming for the both of us.
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GREATEST PRIZE
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I love that I can enjoy my break when and how I want due to this being a family business, but just like any other job, the break never seems long enough. My late lunch with Beau seemed more of a fifteen-minute challenge on who could eatthe fastest. I, of course, took my time walking back to the store, hoping nobody would crazily be waiting for me at the counter when I entered. Usually, I lock the door, but I was nice enough to leave it unlocked for the boating dads to have their way.
Upon walking in, I had predicted just what I didn’t want.
Only the someone waiting for me was a sight for sore eyes.
Her blonde waves sat along the lengths of her back as she leaned against the work table, tapping away on her phone.
“Pea. Were you waiting for a while?”
She stands up straight, twisting around to face me. Her face was flush—more so in the cheeks and her eyes glassy to match.
“Hey,” her chest puffs out as she inhales a wad of air, wiping a strand of hair from her face, “Not at all. Just a few minutes.”
Her small hands hide behind her back while she looks up at me with an innocent gaze. Walking behind the work table, I leer at her.
“You alright? You look like you were uh…” I point to my eyes, referring to hers.
“Oh,” she weakly smiles, wiping her eyes with her knuckles.
Yeah, just having problems with my dad.”
What the hell did he say to make hercry?
