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around! Don't get all bummed out just because one of them's taken."
    I wanted to tell her he was the only one I was interested in, and it was pointless for me to try to look at anyone else, but instead I faked a little smile. She was extremely excited to see The Miffs, and what sort of friend would I be if I didn't let her do that after she'd helped me find a way in.
    "Atta girl," she said, capitalizing on my forced smile.
    I lost Micah in the crowd, thank goodness. Gigi and I saw a few guys we recognized, and went over to talk to them before The Miffs took the stage. They had all graduated from our high school in the spring and were the artsy, theater types. Gigi and I didn't know them very well, but when you saw someone you even slightly recognized in a place like that, you tend to talk to them.
    There were five of them in the group, and they had one of the highly sought after tables. It was a high-top table with three barstools. Everyone who didn't have a place to sit just sort of gathered around standing. They'd all seen The Miffs several other times, and we listened as they talked about their previous concert experiences. One of them knew one of the guys in the band, and he bragged about partying with them after one of their shows.
    I really didn't care about all of their stories. I really didn't care about The Miffs at all. It was silly, but I honestly thought this night would end with me in Micah's arms—or with me talking to him and exchanging phone numbers. Either way, I did not expect the blonde, and that was a bitter pill to swallow.
    "Heyyy, you made it," I heard from over my shoulder. My gut clinched instantly but I didn't turn around. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. "You're Carly right?" I knew it was Micah. I turned to face him with as much confidence as I could muster.
    "Oh, hey!" I said seeming surprised.
    Yep, just as I thought, he was standing there with the gorgeous blonde at his side—both of them smiling. I didn't know which one of them to look at. My gaze shifted nervously between the two. Smile Carly, smile. She was a size two beauty pageant type with big, perfectly styled hair that cascaded over her tiny shoulders. She had on a lot of exquisitely applied make up. She was a head-turner. Just keep smiling.
    They stood next to each other, and Micah had his arm casually draped around her waist. "Carly, this is my girlfriend Sophia." He looked down at Sophia the Perfect with a smile. "Carly came to help out at the Happy House today."
    "Aw, I'm so sorry I missed that," she said. "I had some things to take care of in Austin today with my sorority."
    Of course she did.
    She glanced up at Micah. "Is this the one Thomas was talking about?"
    Micah laughed and nodded. "My brother loves you," he said smiling at me. "He was talking about you all through dinner,"
    "You must have made quite the impression," Sophia chimed in.
    I smiled as sincerely as I could, but all I could think was that I had made the impression on the wrong brother. "I really liked Thomas," I said. "I had fun getting to know him today."
    "Isn't he adorable?" Sophia said with a huge smile. Micah gave her a little squeeze, and she glanced up at him. They exchanged a brief smile and then, to my horror, a kiss.
    I seriously wanted to run for the door. I couldn't look at her anymore after that. I decided to focus my attention on Micah for the remainder of the conversation, which I hoped would be short. The guy knew how to dress. That was one of the things that made him stand out. In a sea of guys who didn't know how to pick clothes that were stylish and fit them well, Micah looked like a fashion model who'd been dressed by a stylist. I followed the lines of his perfectly fitted jeans, trying not to make it obvious that I was completely infatuated.
    "We liked your band," Gigi said from beside me. I forgot she was even there, but I was grateful for the distraction.
    Micah smiled and extended a hand to shake hers. "Thanks," he said. "Are you one of