“Your mother is hardcore. I love her,” Lindsey said as he took my hand.
“You’ll change your mind, eventually. Everyone does. Where are we going now?” I asked as we walked down the street.
“Back to my place to help Lisa finish out milkshake night.”
“Oh! Can we watch Game of Thrones? I really need to know what happens to Arya in the Brotherhood.”
“You’re addicted, aren’t you?”
I leaned up to kiss his cheek. “In more ways than one.”
THE END
Purple Daze
Age 13
When I met Beebub Beaumont on the day my dad and I moved to town, I’d just come out of a tiny grocery store, change in one hand, and two plastic bags with sandwich stuff in the other. I remember it had been a ridiculously hot summer’s day, and my thin T-shirt had been sticking to my bony chest in sweat, sincethe air-conditioning was on the fritz in the truck and it was just plain sweltering everywhere.