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family room I looked out the window and saw Mom pulling into the driveway.
    “Tweet, my mom’s here. Lock up when you leave. Okay?” I yelled.
    “Okay.”The sound of her shaky voice drifting down the hall made me smile as I made my way out the door and to the car.
    “You look awfully happy. Did you have a good day?” Mom asked, backing up into the street.
    My smile stretched wider. “Yes ma’am and it keeps getting better.”

 
     
     
     
    My eyes scanned the picnic table at our spot as I mentally checked off all the items I needed for the night. Red and white plastic tablecloth—check. Paper plates and napkins—check. Diet Pepsi for Tweet and Mountain Dew for me—check. Candle—check. Flowers—check. IPod—check. The only thing missing was the guest of honor. I had to admit, I felt pretty proud of myself. Convincing Tweet to meet me tonight in order to help me practice kissing was pretty quick thinking and ingenious. Seeing the way she reacted to the news that Brittani wanted to hang out with me showed that Tweet was jealous at the thought of me with another girl. Where there’s jealousy, there’s hope that she wanted more than friendship with me. If she wanted more, then that meant I wasn’t a total pervert for thinking of my best friend in a very friendly way.
    During the dental appointment earlier today, I was pretty oblivious to all the scraping and jabbing going on inside my mouth. Instead my thoughts drifted to what my mouth would be doing later. I had hit the jackpot because I was going to be kissing my girl in a few hours. I didn’t know if Tweet had ever dreamed about having her first real kiss, but I was determined it would be a kiss she’d dream about for the rest of her life. I was clueless about romance, having no idea how I was going to make things extra special tonight. Then it dawned on me.
    Last Saturday, we were hanging out as usual. It was pouring down rain so we decided to have a movie marathon, each picking our favorite. While I waited around to watch my pick, Field of Dreams , Tweet forced me to watch the 80’s chick flick, Sixteen Candles .
     
    We were at her house in the family room, both stretched out at opposite ends of the sofa, our legs side-by-side with our heads propped against the armrests. I was lying on my back, totally disinterested in the movie. We’d seen it at least ten times in the past. Tweet was lying on her side turned toward the TV. We both wore our usual summer uniform, T-shirt and shorts.
    “Would you toss that blanket to me?” she asked.
    “It’s ninety degrees outside. Why do you need a blanket?”
    I knew why she needed it. I had already noticed the goose bumps covering her bare legs. I was about to grab the blanket earlier to cover her up, but then realized, the angle I was at, gave me a bird’s eye view up her shorts that just covered her round little ass.
    “Please, Noah,” she whined, tapping my hip with her toe. “My legs are freezing.”
    I reluctantly got off the sofa and grabbed the blanket that was slung over the back of the recliner. As I turned toward Tweet, I wadded up the blanket and shot it over to her as if I were making a slam-dunk with a basketball.
    “You do this every time we watch TV. Why don’t you just turn the ceiling fan off and wear a pair of sweatpants?” I asked, plopping back down on the sofa.
    She tucked the blanket around her legs. “Because I like being cozy under a blanket. If the fan was off and I had sweatpants on, I wouldn’t get cold. If I didn’t get cold there’d be no need for a blanket to get cozy under. Why is that so hard to understand?”
    She was so cute when she rambled and made no sense.
    Shaking my head, I huffed out, “Girls.”
    When the movie finally ended, Tweet rolled onto her back, hiking the blanket under her chin. “I love the end of that movie.”
    “Me too,” I said sarcastically.
    “Jake Ryan is so romantic.” Her voice was all breathy.
    “Why, because he brought the girl a