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“So,
your birthday is coming up soon. The big 1-6. We need to do something epic. I’m
thinking a huge party…” I trailed off, knowing she’d shoot me down. There’s
only one thing she’s ever wanted to do for her sixteenth birthday. That was to
go on her first date.
Summer’s
parents only had one formal rule—that I knew of, at least. No dating until
you’re sixteen. I was surprised the first time I heard it, because her parents
never seemed to care that I was always in her bedroom. I mean, we didn’t shut
the door or do anything dodgy, but still. Hunter broke that rule all the time,
but Summer had stayed obedient. She’d yet to go on an official date. I think
the reason she didn’t push it the way Hunter did was because she was scared and
a little naïve. But, regardless of the reason, the waiting had built up a lot
of anticipation for her sixteenth birthday.
“You
know me better than that by now.” Summer smiled. “I don’t want a party.”
I
winked at her. “I know you don’t. The real question is, who do you want to take
you on your very first date?” I tried to play it off like I didn’t care, but I
already knew the answer. “Let me guess, you want me to pull some strings so my
dopey older brother will ask you out?”
“Don’t
be ridiculous, that’s never going to happen.” She waved me off, then got quiet,
like she was nervous. Summer looked down at the stuffed animal she was holding.
“Actually, I was hoping you’d take me on my first date.”
“Me?”
I was beyond surprised.
Summer
grinned and said, “Yes, you. Who else would I want to take me?”
Something
exploded in my chest, and my body got warm and tingly. I’d been out on plenty
of dates, kissed my share of girls, too. But the thought of doing either of
those things with Summer made my emotions do a happy dance. She wanted me to take her on her first date. Maybe
by default because she didn’t think Lucas was an option, but I’d take it. This
would be the perfect opportunity to show her why Lucas sucked and I should be
the man of her dreams.
“I’d be honored,” I replied
coolly, trying to hide how giddy I was. I didn’t want to look like a desperate
chump. “Do you have anything specific that you want to do?”
“Nope.
I trust you to make it amazing and unforgettable.”
“Geez,
no pressure or anything.”
Summer
laughed. “Of course not. No pressure at all. I’ve only got a full page reserved
for the event in my scrapbook.”
“Do
you really?”
“What
do you think?” she countered, but I couldn’t tell if she was being serious or
not. Forget one page. Honestly, I could see her making a whole “first date
scrapbook”.
“I’m
invoking my right to plead the Fifth Amendment on this matter.”
“I
think you’re smarter than Lucas gives you credit for,” she replied.
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