Mia hadn’t realized how much she missed the mountains. The countryside rolling past her car window was greener than anything in Boston. She loved the moose-crossing signs and the little villages that felt so sleepy and peaceful. June was in-between season in New England, but in another week, the roads would be humming with campers and fancy cars full of New York City people who stopped to take selfies with cows. For now, Mia loved watching the quiet landscapes drift by. Packing the moving truck the day after school ended had been a hassle, but she really was glad to be moving back to Vermont.
Hello all, throws around heart-shaped candies
I nearly have an out-of-body experience as I watch Jake lean in to kiss me.
It’s the moment I’ve been dreaming of, and my adrenaline is pumping so hard I’m afraid I’ll pass out. It feels like everything has shifted into slow motion as a voice in my head screams, This is it, Ricki! Your first kiss from a nonrelative!
Jake is so close I can sense the warmth of his breath on my lips as I draw in the fresh afternoon air. I close my eyes and… execute a full-body spasm to duck out of the way.
I basically react as if the two of us are in a slasher flick and Jake is coming at me with a butcher knife instead of those perfect lips of his.
My evasive action is not subtle.
Morning/almost afternoon all~