Page 71 of I Blame the Dimples

“Ready to go, Lou?”

Untangling herself from Wes, Lou gives him one last kiss before linking her arm through mine. “Where are we headed?”

I shrug, “Anywhere but here.”

Accepting my sullen mood without question, Lou starts humming as we walk away from the two men who make my life infinitely more complicated. Her tone is so off-key that it takes me a couple of seconds to realize what song she’s singing.

“Lou?”

“Yes, Stella?”

A wide smile breaks across my face, “Is that One Direction I’m hearing?”

“Sure is. They are my new favourite punk rock band.”

I burst out laughing, sneaking a glance at her All-American Rejects concert t-shirt. The baggy top hangs past her ripped mom jeans, doing absolutely nothing for her figure, but the smile on Lou’s face shows a girl finally comfortable in her own skin.

And it’s got to be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

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