The Match

by Sarah Adams

I’m ten years old, and she’s the cutest girl in class. I’m begging her to accept my Valentine heart, and she’s staring at it like it’s poison.

“Does it freak you out to know I’ve been dreaming of kissing you since I met you?”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, Evie Jones,” I say in a serious tone, because I am dead serious. In that moment where I thought she was going to walk out my door and out of my life, I was ready to take out a billboard and announce our relationship to the world if that’s what she wanted.

“Careful. I’m like a stray cat. If you feed me, I might keep coming back.” “That’s what I’m hoping for.”

want Jake and Evie. Stupid kissing profile pictures. Cute nicknames for each other. I want serious. Exclusive. Us. I don’t want anything less than planning months out for a vacation and obnoxious Christmas cards that have you, me, Sam, and the dogs on the front. Can you handle that?”