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Important Things I Have Learned in My Life So Far: 1. Always be the princess. Princesses have much more fun and not so much responsibility. Plus, you get to marry the prince. 2. Never be the queen. Queens are old and bossy and sometimes even evil. (Remember Snow White?) Queens think they are in charge of everything. Queens are responsible. 3. Responsibility makes you crabby and no fun. 4. When you have the choice, play with a boy. Boys are easy to get along with. They don’t care if your clothes match or if your hair is a mess. Boys don’t talk behind your back or make up stories about you to
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How come a boy can be so stupid, but a daddy, who actually used to be a boy himself, can be so wonderful?
Well, his advice on boys might be good, but evidently, he’s forgotten the laws of fifth grade. You can have only one best friend.
In this case though, Danny’s gonna get more knowledge. And I am about to school him.
It’s like his brain is transparent, and I can see the lightbulb going off inside it. Boys are so clueless.
“So, are you secretly in love with me, or were you just trying to break up the game, so you wouldn’t have to kiss Mary Beth?” I whisper. “Oh, I am definitely in love with you,” he replies with a big smile on his face as he sees Mary Beth storming out of the party. “Liar,” I say.
It’s stupid really. It’s not like I like them. I mean, we’re together a lot, and let’s face it; if I really wanted to do anything with them, I could just do it any old time. But, since we are only friends, nothing happens.
Danny looks just like he did the night we decorated the Mackenzies’ trees with Ashley’s underwear. At first, Ashley, who was sixteen at the time, laughed like she didn’t care, but that was before she realized Phillip had sent a heads-up email to everyone in her address book. She was completely horrified when all her friends, boys included, started driving by her house and honking at her lacy bras and panties.
The trouble with trouble is it always starts out as fun. That pretty much sums up our relationship.
something about us wasting opportunities at every moment. That was the part I was trying to remember. And, now, I see why it’s been bugging me. It fits. I know that I can’t waste any more opportunities with Phillip. I can’t, and I won’t. God help me.
“Hmm.” She has her finger up to her mouth, like she’s thinking very seriously about something. This ought to be good. “You know, JJ, you girls today have it rough. Back in my day, if you really wanted to get a man to marry you, you just seduced him and got yourself pregnant.”
You’ve got to be kidding. She laughs. “Well, not exactly. I just thought it would be nice if you could spend some time alone together. I think it would be good for both of you. And, while you’re at it, would you please tell Phillip how you feel about him? That Monica girl drives me nuts.” I smile at that ’cause me, too. And then she gets a big smile on her face and adds, “And I guess, if I get a grandbaby out of the deal, all the better.”
“He reminded me of when we were ten, and he gave me my first kiss. We were on the swings out behind school, and right after he kissed me, he got up and ran away. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped, turned around, and yelled back, ‘Will you marry me someday?’” I smile big at everyone as I remember this, and tears start streaming down my face. “And I yelled back to him, ‘YES!’ And so he said that, if people asked, I could tell them that we’d been secretly engaged for the past twelve years. And so”—I close my eyes for a second and think, Here goes nothing. I open them and look straight at
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