I had Random.org select a page and it selected page 100.
Lowering my chin so that it dipped under the hem of my sweater, I closed my eyes. The moment I did so, I regretted it, because in that room, with nothing but the wind and nothing to focus on, I thought about what had happened between Kyler and me last night. How was I ever going to forget that?
I had Random.org select a % and it selected 29%.
As if I’d manifested him with my thoughts, there he was, in all his smiling, five-foot-ten, non-avatar glory, walking into the bowling alley with his old crew, Jon and Xavier. They were laughing, presumably at something hilarious Xavier must have said, and seeing Caleb’s energetic, genuine mirth was more than my poor, unprepared heart could handle at the moment.
“I don’t know that dancing fixes anything. I don’t feel magically happy because of it. My problems don’t disappear when the music ends. But I understand life better when I dance, and understanding is half the fight of surviving.”
“Carson McClain, you scare me like nothing has ever scared me before. You drive me crazy and make me laugh and push my buttons on purpose. You make me feel safe and smart and pretty. Sometimes I think I might actually melt when you wrap your arms around me, and right now I feel a little bit like I might die if you don’t kiss me.”