Grace said the movie was good, but I wouldn’t know. I hadn’t been paying attention at all, which was fair since she was sitting inches from me.
I was secretly pleased when Shain and Erick weren’t able to get tickets; it meant that it would just be Grace and I. Alone. Together. The possibilities inside my brain were endless.
We sat in the middle, closer towards the right. Grace got orange juice and popcorn with no butter. I got a Pepsi, and my popcorn was buttered. And we decided to split some Twizzlers together.
I wanted to hold her hand.
I wanted to put my arm around her.
I wanted to kiss her.
I did one of the three after the movie. While we waited for Mr. Connolly to pick us up, I slowly lead her to the back of the theatre. I could just barely see her in the dark.
Grace whispered, ‘‘It’s so cold.’’
I took her hands and warmed them in mine. Her breath hit my lips softly. A car passed by, and in the millisecond of its lights shining on us, I caught a glimpse of her: face pink and beautiful, eyes closed, lips pursed, face tilted up to mine. It couldn’t have been more obvious.
Nervously, I leaned in and kissed her.
She tasted like Twizzlers, and her lips were soft and chapped. She removed her hands from mine and slid them through my sideburns before tangling them in my hair. I held her waist gingerly, like she might break if I squeezed too hard. But Grace didn’t seem to think that about me: she kissed me strongly, passionately, and I responded eagerly. My heart thumped a million miles an hour. I was kissing Grace. I was kissing her.
Later, after we’d dropped her off, I got a text from her. I sat in the car with Mr. Connolly, trying to warm my frozen hands, and checked my phone.
Hey. I think I’m in love with you.
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Hiding From Us
Teen Fiction❝We can't win. We're fighting a spherical war. We're hiding from us. And we're losing.❞ This is the sequel to Looking At Us, where a new generation of teens come into Shain and Erick’s lives, and love becomes a force of power and weakness.
