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We were quiet for a moment, our smiles slowly simmering, and then he asked in his deep-and-gravelly voice,
“Sweet Lord, he touched you?” His eyes widened like this was a really big deal. “He did.” I proudly raised my chin. “Like, how did he do it? Was it coachy and clinical, or…?” “It was like this.” I reached over and moved his elbows from their position at his sides to a few inches higher in the air. “Only maybe lighter and more fingertippy.” “Holy shit, Liz.” He gave his head a little shake and his mouth was wide open. “That’s huge.” My lips slid all the way up into the beamingest geek smile ever, even though it sent a jolt of pain through my nose. “It is?” “Oh my God, no. It isn’t.” Wes put his
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He glanced over again, his expression unreadable as we walked up to the entrance of the ER. Just before the doors opened, he said, “You don’t seriously think his fingertippiness was a thing, do you?” “How should I know?” I shivered in the cold and wondered why Wes all of a sudden seemed a little cynical. “It could’ve been.” He let out a noise that was a cross between an exhalation and a groan. “How are you so bad at reading signals?” “Wha—”
HE WANTS YOU TO READ THE SIGNAL THAT HE IS IN LOVE WITH YOU FOR FUCK’S SAKE
SO?? OMG! Methinks Mr. Bennett has a crush…
Joss, you’re right.
So much for safe. I knew it was weird, but as I sat there on the paper-covered exam table, I missed my best friend pre–senior year. I missed being silly and obnoxious and 100 percent myself without having to dodge unwelcome emotional conversations.
Note to self: thank Wes for that one.
Wes: Make sure you add “Someone Like You” to the Wes and Liz playlist.
“I’d rather fight with you than make love with anyone else.” —The Wedding Date
“I like you very much. Just as you are.” —Bridget Jones’s Diary
“Love is patient, love is kind, love means slowly losing your mind.” —27 Dresses
“But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.” —10 Things I Hate About You
“Society—wrongly—expects a pretty girl to eat a salad and pick at her food, but you wolf down a burger like a person who’s been starved for weeks. And probably raised by wolves.”
“I like food. Sue me.”
Because (A) Wes was the wrong guy, (B) my mother had warned me about falling for guys like him, and (C) he had no interest in me at all, hence the There’s really nothing here for me comment the night before. What on earth was I doing with my emotions?
You’re very very wrong.
“We’re the exception because I’m not your friend—I’m your little love fairy godfather.”
“It’s true, though. We’re like friends, for now, but the fairy godfather is all about helping you get what you want. Once the magic starts happening, he doesn’t stick around for the fairy-tale ending. I mean, how creepy would that be?” “Really creepy?” I fake-laughed, like we were on the same page. But was he saying that if I ended up with Michael, then we wouldn’t be friends anymore? That we really weren’t friends at all now, but merely role-players making my wish happen? It made sense after what he’d said last night. “That’s right, Buxbaum.” He reached across the table and touched the tip of
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“If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around.” —Love Actually
version-of-Pride-&-Prejudice moment. The world stopped spinning for just a second when his big hand wrapped around mine. But then, just as fast, the spinning returned, and I was face-to-face with Wes and all of my confusion. I looked at his face—and then at Michael, who I hadn’t even noticed until then—and realized they were waiting for a response from me. To what, again? What was words? How was talk?
Me when I see Oren :)
That look on her face, what it said? I could relate.
Cuz that’s how you look at Wes.
“You say the word ‘pizza’ and the room clears.”
Apparently he’s sick of being stuck in your friend zone so he’s moving on.”
I doubt he’s just CASUALLY moving on. Based on his pov he is defo too in love and obsessed with you to just CASUALLY move on.
“Trust me when I tell you that sometimes the person with the most ‘magical night possibility’ is the last person you’d expect. Sometimes there can be someone you’ve known forever, yet never really noticed.”
“He had kissed her long and good. We got banned from the pool forever that day, but every time we walked by after that, the lifeguard looked down from her tower, right over at Squints, and smiled.” —The Sandlot
“And I think I regret all of it. I miss your clothes and curly hair. You look best when you’re you.”
“Nice boys don’t kiss like that.” “Oh, yes, they fucking do.” —Bridget Jones’s Diary
You look best when you’re you.
“I am not running away.” “Bullshit.” —How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
Nobody who I wanted to fight with was speaking to me. So why not Helena?
I guarantee she would’ve found you charming as fuck when you were smoking a Swisher in the Secret Area—I know I did.
Just do it, and quit playing games, because you’re hurting people.” “Shut up, Wes.” I was crying again, and I hated him at that moment. For not understanding, but also for being right. I’d thought, regardless of the prom situation, that he was the one person who had understood about my mom. I wiped my cheeks with the backs of my knuckles. “You don’t know shit about my mom, okay?” “God, don’t cry, Liz.” He swallowed and looked panicked.
“I love you. I’ve loved you for nine years; I’ve just been too arrogant and scared to realize it, and… well, now I’m just scared. So, I realize this comes at a very inopportune time, but I really have this gigantic favor to ask of you. Choose me. Marry me. Let me make you happy. Oh, that sounds like three favors, doesn’t it?” —My Best Friend’s Wedding
“I hear what you’re saying, Liz—I do. But Daisy’s sole purpose in the story is to be Gatsby’s unattainable dream. She is the green light. So she can’t be a monstrous antagonist.” I rolled my eyes and put a piece of steak in my mouth. “Wrong. His memory of her is the green light. Remember—‘His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.’ Once he reconnects with her in the flesh, she’s no longer the green light.” He nodded and spread butter on his roll. “That is true.” I said, “Daisy in the flesh is a monstrous antagonist. She toys with his affection, cheats on her husband, and lets Jay
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Finally something I agree w ffs. Daisy is manipulative as hell and pretends to be the innocent little girl but shes actually rancid and vile and disgustingly villainous. she’s a villainous villainess.
Michael laughed and she smiled at him, and I kind of felt like spitting water at the two of them. Not because I cared that they seemed adorably perfect, but because it made me miss Wes.
Liz is… different. She’s the kind of girl who wears a dress when everyone else wears jeans. She listens to music instead of watching TV. She drinks black coffee, has a secret tattoo, runs three miles every day rain or shine, and still practices the piano.
I just smiled and shrugged as “New Year’s Day” by Taylor Swift came on.
I really had fallen hard for him, hadn’t I? I stared at them, the picture-perfect couple, as Taylor Swift made my soul ache. Please don’t ever become a stranger Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere—
And oh, dear God—Wes was looking at me. He was dancing with Alex but our eyes met over her head. My heart beat hard in my chest and my breath froze as those dark eyes dipped down over my dress, then ran up to my hair, before settling back onto my face.
I couldn’t stand another minute of prom, and I definitely couldn’t stand Wes looking at me like he hated me.
I missed him so much. I’d spent most of my life wishing he wasn’t always there, aggravating me with his Wes-ness, yet now, everything felt empty when he was absent. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I went into our messages and typed Hey, you, but quickly deleted it because—of course—Wes wasn’t home yet. Normal people stayed until the end of prom. Normal people weren’t home at—I checked the clock on my phone—nine thirty.
“When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” —When Harry Met Sally
“Sometimes we get so tied up in our idea of what we think we want that we miss out on the amazingness of what we could actually have.”
smart, irreverent women who had no idea how to play the piano or tend to a rose garden, but they were always there, just waiting for you to realize you needed them.
“Did you ever know, Liz, that Wes used to sit on the back porch and listen to you practice the piano? We pretended not to see him, but he was always there. And we’re talking way back when he was a little pain in the ass and you were awful at piano.”
“And I’m not saying anything other than I think he was after that spot because he wanted a reason to talk to you. Do with that what you will.”
“Here’s the deal. I love you. I know I do. Because I’ve never been so scared in my entire life. And I once shared an elevator with Saddam Hussein. Just me and Saddam. And this is way scarier. I love you.” —Long Shot
“But, you know, the thing about romance is, people only get together right at the very end.” —Love Actually
“You’re wrong about Alex. She’s not flawless.” “Bennett, no one is totally flawless—come on.” I couldn’t believe his nerve. “She’s pretty dang close, though.” “I suppose.” “You suppose? What on earth could she possibly be lacking? Do you want bigger boobs or something? Is she not—” “She’s not you.” “What?” “She. Isn’t. You.”
“She’s pretty, but her face doesn’t transform into sunlight when she talks about music.” He did that clench thing with his jaw and said, “She’s funny, but not spit-out-your-drink-in-astonishment funny.” It felt like my heart was going to explode as his eyes moved down to my lips under the glow of the buzzing streetlight. He moved his face a little closer to mine, looked into my eyes, and rumbled, “And when I see her, I don’t feel like I have to talk to her or mess up her hair or do something—anything—to get her to swing that gaze on me.”
“I fell in love with teasing you in the second grade, when I first discovered that I could turn your cheeks pink with just a word. Then I fell in love with you.”
“Do you realize we could’ve been doing this for years if you weren’t such a pain in the ass?” “Nah—I didn’t like you until recently.” “Enemies-to-lovers—it’s our trope, Buxbaum.”
