Poesy Bosler is desperate. When her best (and only) friend, Annika, decides to move fifteen hundred miles away to Los Angeles, Poesy devises a plan to get her to stay. The plan is stupid. Poesy knows this.
She's going to make Annika fall in love.
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Ups! Tento obrázek porušuje naše pokyny k obsahu. Před publikováním ho, prosím, buď odstraň, nebo nahraď jiným.
I've been lying in my bed, staring at this text message for like ten minutes. I feel like I should probably say something funny, but I have never actually texted a boy who was interested in me before. Maybe I should be sweet or cute. Sweet, cute, funny and cool. Be cool. Should I wait until tomorrow? I don't want him to think I'm thirsty, right? I don't want him to think I'm dodging him though either. Maybe I should call Annika. No, just be cool. I got this.
My thumbs fight between typing and deleting before I finally come up with the perfect sexy, cool response and send.
Ups! Tento obrázek porušuje naše pokyny k obsahu. Před publikováním ho, prosím, buď odstraň, nebo nahraď jiným.
I throw myself back onto my bed and let my phone drop from my hand to the floor. Staring up at the blue Christmas lights that cover my ceiling, I pray.
"Dear God, or JC or whoever is listening... if you want to take me now, I am ready."
Fully expecting my soul to be sucked from my body, I close my eyes and await its departure. A ding from my phone pulls me back to earth. I scramble for it, falling off the edge of my bed. My fluttering heart steadies when I see the text is from Annika.
Ups! Tento obrázek porušuje naše pokyny k obsahu. Před publikováním ho, prosím, buď odstraň, nebo nahraď jiným.
I yelp and scramble to my laptop. The Crumbs are my and Annika's favorite nineties punk band. The guitarist, Tommy Goose, is from Lincoln, so he kinda holds a special place in all of our hearts. Sure enough, they are putting on an all-ages show this Saturday.
I add two tickets to the online cart and go to checkout. A memory of Jude, in his car, stopping on a Crumbs song and asking me if I liked them, flashing me a smile when I said yes. I add another ticket to the cart. The cool queasy feeling returns and it reminds me of Mika. He hasn't texted me back. I should invite him. It'd be nice to not be the third wheel for once.
