There are too many worlds in my head – Palomino High School, The Store, the Gathering- all with their own confusing laws of nature, gravitational strengths, and speeds of light, and really all I want to do is reach escape velocity, bust out into space, and form my own planet tweaked just how I want it.
Planet Frank. Invitation only.
I had Random.org select a page and it went with 111.
Charlie is chanting my name, and I just go for it. My arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him close as I tilt my head.
His arms go around me and we’re pressed against each other. I feel Wes grip the orange and I start to pull away. But it’s too soon. The orange comes loose. Wes presses against me, stopping the orange just below my collarbone, where it’s wedged between a red glitter bow and a Santa ornament.
“Well, this is awkward,” he says.