? YES!!
? YES!!!
? All of the above!
She takes out her pen and checks all the boxes, includingAll of the above!
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Nighttime on a Ferris wheel high above Santa Monica pier. Shelley stares at Sheldon but looks away when she’s caught. Sheldon stares at Shelley but looks away when he’s caught. They do this for a while. The Ferris wheel seat is wide enough that their bodies aren’t touching, but you can tell they want to.
Finally, Shelley runs her hands over her bare arms and shivers a fake shiver.
Sheldon slides closer and wraps his arm around her shoulders. The ride attendant sees them making out and doesn’t kick them off until after they’ve been around six or seven times.
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This moment right now: Shelley and Sheldon sharing a quick kiss in the cafeteria.
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Shelley reading her college acceptance letter on her laptop. Sheldon is reading it over her shoulder. They’re both happy for her. But sad too.
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Sheldon helping Shelley pack for college. He finds his “Would you like to go out with me?” note in her desk drawer. He slips it into her suitcase for her to find later.
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Sheldon reading an email from Shelley. The subject line is “I’m sorry.”
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Sheldon sitting alone on the Ferris wheel high above Santa Monica pier with no one beside him who needs warming up.
CHAPTER 8
Zoltar
THE VISION STOPSand I’m back in the cafeteria. Martin is staring at me with wide, urgent eyes. “It just happened again, didn’t it?” he asks.
I nod, and nod again. “They’re going to break up.”
He looks over at them and then back at me. “No way. Those guys are forever.”
“No,” I say. “They’re not.”
I tell him exactly what I saw: the note where he asks her out, their first date on the Ferris wheel, her getting her college acceptance letter, him helping her to pack for college and finally him alone on the Ferris wheel.
“I think it’s the kiss,” I whisper. “The only difference between the first time I stared at them and the second time is that they were kissing.”
Martin’s nodding like he’s already figured that out. “Okay, okay,” he says, “we need to try to understand what we’re dealing with.”
I’m glad he’s thinking logically, because I’m not. All I know is that what’s happening to me is not possible. Except it is possible, because it’s happening to me.
“We need to know if what you’re seeing is real.”
“We already know,” I say. “Danica and Ben, remember?”
