Yeah. Wait, should I have done something like that?
Jolene:
What could possibly have been better than asking me while I lay on the couch with a heating pad on my stomach so I wouldn’t die from cramps?
Adam:
I suck.
Jolene:
I’m messing with you. Besides we don’t go to the same school.
Adam:
I could have done something.
Jolene:
The point of the big ask is to get a yes. You got that just from saying the words. No pomp and circumstance needed.
Adam:
And you say I’m the one who always says the right thing.
Jolene:
G2G. It takes a zillion hours to do my hair.
Adam:
Is it weird that I’ve been dreaming about seeing you with your hair down?
Jolene:
Totally. See you at 6. Don’t be late!
Adam:
For you? Never.
Jolene
“Would you believe they were all out of shark dresses?”
Adam acted like he hadn’t heard me. The second I’d opened my front door, his face had gone blank and I couldn’t tell if he was struck dumb by my overwhelming hotness or didn’t recognize me. “Well,youlook nice.” I stepped forward to straighten his tie, but Adam caught my hands.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I stilled at the reverence in his voice and it was like the sun was rising inside me, all bright and warm.
Okay. That felt good. I’d wanted a sort ofLa La Landthing, specifically the blue cocktail dress Emma Stone wore. My dress was full-length instead of knee-length, but the royal color was spot-on. I was going to freeze to death for sure, but Adam’s rather awestruck expression made it worth it.
I twirled, because it is impossible not to when wearing a flowy skirt. My hair—which had taken two full hours to dry and curl and make look shiny and soft—swished around me like a chocolate cape. Adam swallowed.
Worth it.
Just then a prolonged horn blared from the driveway.
