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“Are you sick?” I wrapped my arms around my body. “No. I saw Josh kissing someone else so I fake-barfed. I had to get out of there.” “That little prick. I’m on my way.”
GRANDMA FOR THE WIN BROOOO
“I get the privilege of hearing you let loose with your anger. Others should, too. You are not the people-pleasing mouse you purport yourself to be. Burn some cities down with your rage!” Her speech was punctuated with her aggressive stirring of the soup. “What do you want me to do, Grandma? Just unload on people?” “A little bit, yes.”
HER GRANDMA IS THE BEST
Josh: That’s for me to know and you to find out. But I have to go take a quiz now, babe.
Ugh I hate him
I stood in front of my bedroom window and made a wish upon a star, just like I was seven and wishing for my parents to stay married. “Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight.”
I have a creepy stuffed bear that says this so this bringing up some memories
Before he could spot me, she grabbed his sleeve and steered him back inside. Excuse me?
I can't believe this girl
i can't believe i felt even a smidge bad for her
“Aren’t you just adorable.” “What?” He gestured to my shirt with his pencil. “Your whole matchy-matchy, Hallmark-holiday outfit—super cute.” “That’s not what this is.” I looked down at my shirt and said, “It’s just a red sweater.” “Really?” “Yes, really.” He gave me a knowing look and said, “How do you explain the heart bracelet and matching earrings, then?”
He reads AND pays attention to you outfit
AND he has dark hair
MARRY him now
I pulled open the white gift box, and nestled inside was a silver bracelet. I raised my eyes to his, and he was grinning expectantly. I waited for an explanation, but after two seconds of smiling blankly at him, I squealed, “Omigosh, Josh, I love it so much—thank you!” As he insisted on putting it on me, I said nothing, dreading the rash that would cover my skin within hours. Because I’d told Josh an entire story—last week—about how silver made me break out. Yes, people sometimes forgot things, but it had been a long story that included a trip to the ER and he’d commented on how if we’d been
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OH HECKS NO
HE GOT HER SILVER JEWELRY
NOW THIS I DRAW THE LINE
AS A GOLD GIRLY IF ANYBODY EVER GOT ME SILVER ESPECIALLY SINCE IN THIS SITUATION WHERE SHE BREAKSOUT THEY WOULD HAVE TO GO AND CLEARLY DON'T CARE ABOUT ME
“Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I work at 402 Ink. A tattoo shop.” He worked at a tattoo shop?
That . . . Is so hot
“No. I actually hate coffee.” That made me snort. “Of course you do.” “I’m more of a tea guy.”
As a girl who asked for a electric kettle for christmas at ten years old and as somebody who drinks tea everyday this just makes him a 10/10 man
dang, and i thought he was a 10/10 before
To-Do List—February 14: DAY OF NO CONSEQUENCES WHATEVER I FUCKING FEEL LIKE
DONC!!!!!!!
Whatever happened, I would wake up tomorrow, free and clear.
Everytime she says i become less and less sure its true
“I’m in my own head too much, and I also fucking hate Valentine’s Day,” he said, looking straight ahead, “so the way I see it, being a dipshit like you for a few hours might be a nice break.” “Awww—so sweet.”
“If Emilie Hornby wants you to show her your tattoo,” he said, casually pulling the back of his sweater over his head like he was changing alone in his room and it wasn’t freaking freezing outside in the middle of the city, “you show her.”
Umm 👀🤭
“I love you, Nick Stark.” I blinked fast and was surprised by how emotional I felt. My throat was tight as I said, “It won’t count tomorrow and it’ll be like I never said it, but on this Valentine’s Day, I fell in love with you.”
She took my phone and told me I was more grounded than anyone had ever been. No friends, no phone, no library, no car—I was essentially under house arrest. I could walk to school and back and that was it. She grounded me from reading. Seriously.
Getting grounded for everything else fine
but reading? Come on thats too far
I put my hands in the box and pulled out the cake. The purple unicorn cake with the sparkly frosting. The one I’d wanted on my ninth birthday. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I lifted it all the way out and set it on the table. The shiny golden horn, the glittery unicorn, the sparkly purple frosting. It said Happy Birthday, Em, the way I’d desperately wanted it to when I was in the fourth grade. But… Nick had never seen the cake before. “How on earth did you do this, Nick?”
Its the little things that mean the most
josh could never
“I remember everything about you, Em.” The crack in his voice brought my eyes back to his face. “I do.” His voice was raspy when he said, “I remember the ‘Thong Song,’ the breathy sound of your voice after I kiss you, and the way you kissed my nose when you thought I was sad.”
“I fell in love with you on Valentine’s Day, Emilie, but I need more than just seven minutes.”
“Yes, Emilie Hornby, I’m here to tell you that I’m a little obsessed with you. With this.” He raised his hands and cupped my face. “With us.”
Feels like just yesterday she was saying that to him
but nothing could’ve pulled me away from the one person in the world who knew it took a sparkly purple unicorn cake to sweep me off my feet.
“Do you ever dress warm enough?” “I don’t like to cover up a good outfit with a bulky coat,”
Right
you know what they say
fashion over function
I had a marvelous time ruining everything
No Regurts
