Boy Meets Girl Page #2

- Oh, thanks.

Um, so you sure it's okay

I tag along to the game?

- Yeah, fine.

- Absolutely.

Something happened

when I turned sixteen?

Yeah, somethin' happened.

And, uh, what was that

somethin' that happened, Robby?

What?

Why are you rollin' your eyes?

I'm fascinated by this

somethin' that happened.

Mm.

Is it that I suddenly got hot?

Is that the

somethin' that happened?

Ew, come on,

you're like my sister.

- Hey, come on, just a sip!

- No!

All right, well, fine.

You go ahead and judge a book

by its cover, hypocrite,

but don't look now

because here she comes.

Hi!

Hey.

Oh, my God,

what a coincidence.

I know, right?

- I love that bathing suit.

- Oh.

It's so classic.

Where did you get it?

Um, well I made it, actually.

Wha- You did not.

Yeah, um, that's my real job.

I'm a designer.

You are?

Well,

why aren't you in, um, uh,

New York or Paris

or somethin' like that?

Our Fashion Week

is kinda non-existent, obvi.

Well, hopefully

I'll be goin' to fashion school

in New York this fall.

I'm just kinda

waitin' to hear back.

God, that is so exciting.

Thanks.

Wow.

So, um, how do you

know about this place?

Oh, well, my daddy used to

take me here when I was little.

- You grew up here?

- Mm-hmm.

Well, I thought I knew

everybody in this town.

Surprise.

I went away to boardin' school

when I was five,

and then I was just really

around for the holidays.

What about summers?

Abroad.

Oh. Of course.

He's cute.

Is he your boyfriend?

Uh, we've been best friends

since, like, first grade.

He works in my dad's garage.

What,

and nothin' ever happened?

Not even once?

No, he- he doesn't like tra -

Like...?

Girls like me.

Girls like you.

Okay, what's not

to like about you?

You're gorgeous, funny, smart.

Well, thank you.

But, he, uh -

Tell her! Tell her.

Drown, you loser!

I swear on my mother,

I will swim out there

and drown you myself

if you don't shut it!

I'm just sayin'.

I'm so sorry about him.

Oh, no need to apologize.

But I am tellin' you it is

clear as day that that boy

has a crush on you,

regardless of what he says.

So, uh, what's your fianc do?

He's in Afghanistan.

He's a marine.

Just one more tour, and he'll

be home for good in the fall,

and then we'll

get married in the spring.

Oh.

So, uh, just a few more

months to live it up, huh?

Yeah, I'm-

I'm not really like that.

Like what?

Like someone who does

things she's always wanted to

for fear of life

lived with regret

will be far worse than

a life with experimentation

that has some great joys but

some skinned knees as well.

You clearly haven't

thought much about it.

No.

I'm just a normal girl.

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