“No.”
“Something someone else did?”
“No. I promise.” I pulled my bag out of my cubby. “It’s me. I can’t do this anymore.”
“Why?”
“It’s hard to explain.”
Landon studied his feet. I reached for his hand, rubbed my thumb over the top of it in little circles.
Finally he asked, “Are you mad at me?”
“Of course not.”
“Okay.”
I kissed him on the nose. He giggled.
“Hey.”
“Hey what?”
“I got our tickets for homecoming today.”
Landon’s whole face softened. “You did?”
“Yeah.”
“What’re you going to wear? Should we match?”
“Mom’s taking me shopping this weekend.”
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Oh.” I don’t know why it struck me so much, Landon asking me my favorite color. “Blue.”
“Easy enough.”
“Easier than orange, at least.” That was Landon’s favorite.
He smirked. “That would definitely get us noticed. But I’ve got a gray suit that still fits.”
Landon Edwards looked perfect in gray.
It brought out his beautiful eyes.
“What about... after?” he asked.
“After?”
“Yeah. We could go somewhere.”
“Um.”
“I know it’s cliché, but. Well.” His smirk slowly faded, and a blush crept up from his jawline to his cheeks. “Sometimes couples will, you know. Get together. After a dance.”
His face was nearly glowing.
