Nothing Like the Movies

“You fell for me in third grade, the day you punched me in the face. Admit it.”

“You’re looking at me like I’m nuts, honey, and you’re right. I am. I am out of my mind when it comes to you,”

it feels good to be back in his arms.

“You should go ask him out,” Mick said, sounding excited. “And totally blow his mind.”

“How do you know this is about Wes?” I asked, sniffling.

He just said, “It’s always about Wes, honey.”

There really was a fine line between love and hate,

It’d been better than the movies, I swear to God.

“You say the untruth, then immediately swallow and push your hair behind your ears. It’s the same tell you had when you were eight years old.”

“Did you know that you always swallow after you tell a lie, Libby?”

His gaze was more than familiar.

His gaze was home.