She Gets the Girl

by Rachael Lippincott

So we’re not leaving until you successfully get someone’s number.” I start choking on absolutely nothing. “Phone number?” I finally manage to cough out. “No, Molly, their social security number.”

“Well, you clearly don’t feel as strongly toward your girlfriend, or else you wouldn’t be flirting around with Cora at a party.”

Wack her again!

she’s also the only person I’ve ever met and not been related to that I can be completely myself around, without buckling under the weight of my anxiety. I haven’t totally figured out why yet.

Im sure there's a totally platonic explanation for this

Maybe she’s so good at helping me show myself to the world because she’s put up a front of her own.

I manage to get out, looking at the way the jeans accentuate the curve of her hips. Molly’s hips, I remind myself, and pull my eyes quickly away.

part. I mean, this isn’t a real date.”

Sure jan

“We’ll take it slow, okay?”

I can feel my stomach actually flip over.

but some things belong so much they could never break.”

“I want to prove to myself that I can be good too. I want to be someone who can be trusted and relied on. I want to be someone who can actually open up.”