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“I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.” —Notting Hill
“Charm and intrigue can only get you so far, Libby Loo. Those things always disappear, which is why you never, ever choose the bad boy.”
“Nobody finds their soul mate when they’re ten. I mean, where’s the fun in that, right?” —Sweet Home Alabama
Definition of the Ick: A dating term that refers to a sudden cringe feeling one gets when they have romantic contact with someone and they become almost immediately put off by them.
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“But you hate Wes.” “So?” “So why would you want him to invite you anywhere?” I sighed. “His rudeness just pisses me off.”
“Laney? Laney Morgan?” Nooo. It couldn’t be true. No-no-no-no, please, God, no. “But he just got here—”
“I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.”
Taylor Swift lyric incoming:
And I can't talk to you when you're like this
Staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town
I'm New York City
I still do it for you, babe
They all warned us about times like this
They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith
Blind faith
But we might just get away with it
Religion's in your lips
Even if it's a false god
We'd still worship
We might just get away with it
The altar is my hips
Even if it's a false god
We'd still worship this love
We'd still worship this love
We'd still worship this love
“A woman friend. This is amazing. You may be the first attractive woman I have not wanted to sleep with in my entire life.” —When Harry Met Sally
“Enemies-to-lovers. It’s a classic trope.” “Oh, good God, you think it’s awesome.” He narrowed his eyes, leaned over, and patted me on the head. “You poor, confused little love lover. Tell me you don’t think this movie is remotely connected to reality in any way.”
it didn’t seem like it worked that way with Jeremiah Green or Tad Miranda.” I was kind of taken aback by his awareness of my romantic history (or lack thereof), but I supposed it was inevitable when we were in the same grade at the same school.
“So you think that two enemies—in the real world—can magically get over their differences and fall madly in love?” “I do.” “And you think that plotting and planning and trickery is no big deal if it’s done to spark some sort of true love?” I chewed on my lip. Was that what I was doing? Trickery? The thought put a little twist in my stomach, but I ignored it. That wasn’t what was happening here. I said, “You’re making it sound ridiculous on purpose.” “Oh, no—it’s just ridiculous.” “You’re ridiculous.” I realized I was gritting my teeth, and I relaxed my jaw. Who cared what Wes thought about
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“So you think that two enemies—in the real world—can magically get over their differences and fall madly in love?” “I do.” “And you think that plotting and planning and trickery is no big deal if it’s done to spark some sort of true love?” I chewed on my lip. Was that what I was doing? Trickery? The thought put a little twist in my stomach, but I ignored it. That wasn’t what was happening here. I said, “You’re making it sound ridiculous on purpose.” “Oh, no—it’s just ridiculous.” “You’re ridiculous.” I realized I was gritting my teeth, and I relaxed my jaw. Who cared what Wes thought about
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HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA she's so blind it's almost hilarious lol i love liz she's so oblivious to her surroundings lmao ngl there's such an irony in this situation it's hilarious
“Second of all, you’re a little impressive with your rom-com knowledge, Bennett. Are you sure you aren’t a closet watcher?” He gave me a look. “Positive.” I really was a little impressed; I loved The Ugly Truth. “I won’t tell anyone if you secretly fangirl over romance flicks.” “Shut it.” He chuckled and gave his head a slow shake. “So what trope works for you and Michael, then? The followed-him-around-like-a-puppy-but-now-he-sees-the-puppy-as-a-potential-girlfriend-even-though-he-already-has-a-potential-girlfriend trope?” “You are an obnoxious love hater.” It was all I could think of to throw
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My daily run had nothing to do with exercise.
I dropped to a squat beside her, running my hand over the slick marble. I usually sat down on the grass, but it was way too wet for that. The driving rain made it seem even darker than normal in the shaded cemetery, but I knew the place by heart, so it didn’t bother me.
Even the cold rain couldn’t keep me from being excited as I described his Southern “y’all” accent for my mom. I squatted beside her chiseled name and rambled, like I did every day, until the alarm on my phone buzzed. This ritual had kind of become like an oral diary over the years, except I wasn’t recording, and no one was listening. Well, except—I hoped my mom was. It was time to head back. I stood and patted her headstone. “See you tomorrow. Love you.” I took a deep breath before turning and jogging down the hill. The rain was still coming down hard, but muscle memory made it easy to stay on
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“Yep. I told him that you sing less now and that you’re kind of considered a hot girl at school.” My weirdo heart felt warm. “I’m considered a hot girl?” “Probably. I mean, you’re not ugly, so it’s possible. I don’t know.” Wes kept his eyes on the road and sounded irritated. “I don’t make it a habit to discuss you unless it’s in the context of ‘Guess what my goofball neighbor did,’ so I actually have no idea. I was just trying to change his impression of you.”
He gave me a full-throttle grin then, the grin of someone who’d just beat someone else.
“Just because she likes the same bizarro crap you do doesn’t mean she’s your soul mate.” —500 Days of Summer
I just followed, trying not to smile at his confidence in his own fashion beliefs.
I looked at her and realized I’d much rather be nonsense-shopping with Wes than dress shopping with her. Because there were no ties with Wes, no connections to anything painful.
“You got any ideas on what to get my mom for her birthday? Liz has pulled a cart full of clothes, and I’m not convinced.” “I’d trust her if I were you.” Joss draped the shirt she was holding over her arm and told him, “No one is as good at gifting as Liz.” “Are you sure?” He gave me side-eye. “Because she’s wearing a kilt, Joss.” She started laughing, and I felt like it might be okay. She said to Wes, “She’s got her interesting style thing, but it’s by choice. You’re good.”
“Your pants are so on fire.” “Shut it.” “I thought you guys were besties.” “We are.” I rolled my eyes and gestured for him to push the cart toward the dressing rooms. “It’s complicated.”
He smirked at that and his dark eyes crinkled at the corners. “Well, I’m sorry. It was an ugly dress, but it didn’t deserve to die.”
“Don’t you have some shopping to do while you wait for me? I think I saw a sale on obnoxious jock costumes in the back.” “Ouch.” He whistled. “You’re so mean.” “Give me two minutes and I’m done.” “Seriously?” He sounded shocked. “Seriously.”
Wes Bennett had bought me shoes. No boy had ever bought anything for me, yet here was Wes, the antagonistic neighbor boy, spending his own money because he thought I needed Chucks. I touched the white canvas. “When did you even have time to do that?”
It was sweet and thoughtful and so un-Wes. “Um, thank you for the shoes. I—” “Quit gushing, Buxbaum.” He smiled big enough that his eyes squinted. “It’s embarrassing.”
“So that’s what it was!” His mouth slid up into a grin. “You made a soundtrack for you and Michael.” “What?” I turned a little in my seat and knew my cheeks were insta-red. “What are you talking about?” How in God’s name did he know about that? “Relax, Miss Love—your secret is safe with me.”
“I saw the paper, so it’s pointless to deny it. It was sitting on your planner this morning and it said ‘The Soundtrack of M&L.’ Oh my God, Buxbaum, that is freaking adorable.”
“Such a disgusting nickname.” I kept my gaze fixed on the windshield but I could hear the grin in his voice when he said, “So back to the soundtrack of W&L. What should we put on it?”
This was my favorite thing in the entire world to do.
All is fair in love and parking.”
I was 100 percent good with my fashion choices—I dressed for me and me only—but
“When I’m around you, I kind of feel like I’m on drugs. Not that I do drugs. Unless you do drugs, in which case, I do them all the time. All of them.” —Scott Pilgrim vs. the World
Jocelyn did a little head shake, like she had no idea what she was witnessing. Same, girl. Same.
Wes turned his attention to me, and my face grew hot as his eyes did a trail over my hair and outfit.