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birthday cake on her birthday? Duh.”
    “It’s not about the cake and the candles. It’s because he thought about what she would like and did it. He’s sweet and thoughtful.”
     
    So there I was, standing in front of the picnic table waiting for Tweet. My heart pumping harder and faster in my chest as my stomach rode waves of nausea. My mind flipped back and forth constantly. Was this a good idea? Maybe not. What if I kissed her wrong? I did a quick search on the internet on how to kiss. I was pretty sure I got the gist of it, although some of the stuff that came up freaked me out. I was excited about her coming, then scared to death, then excited, then doubted she would even show up.Tweet had been so unpredictable lately.
    “You and Me” by Lifehouse drifted from my iPod that was set up on the table. A huge smile crossed my face when I heard the gravel surrounding the picnic table crunch behind me. After a couple of deep breaths trying to calm my excitement and nerves, I turned around. The breaths were pointless because the second I saw her they rushed out of me. The hum that started in the center of my chest quickly spread over my entire body. My eyes doubled in size and stayed glued to her. I felt my jaw go slack. Wow , played on a continuous loop in my head. I may have said it out loud, I wasn’t sure. Everything else was a blur except the girl in front of me.
    I had changed into my black Nike basketball shorts, white T-shirt, and Nike Air Max sneakers with my favorite Red Sox baseball cap twisted backward on my head. Tweet had dressed up. She wore a light green dress that covered her legs, but left her arms completely bare. The front of the dress was just low enough that I could see the top of her boobs, especially with the deep breaths she was taking. Her hair was up with a few stray pieces falling down her cheeks.
    I stepped to the side revealing the picnic table. The stunned expression on her face caused the air to return to my lungs, making my chest puff out with pride.
    Nailed it!
    I hated shopping, so when I asked my mom earlier if we could stop by Target after my dentist appointment she was more than a little confused. I told her Tweet was helping me with a school project and having a picnic was my way of thanking her. Mom simply tilted her head to one side, said, “Ah,” and pulled me into a tight hug right there in the parking lot. Thankfully, she never asked for more details. Mom was awesome.
    Tweet was so focused on the table that she didn’t notice when I picked up the wildflowers and hid them behind my back. The flowers were Mom’s idea.
    Walking toward Tweet, I cleared my throat, grabbing her attention. I brought my arm around and held the flowers in front of her. “These are for you.”
    She blinked several times as her gaze went back and forth from my eyes to the flowers. She gently took them from me as if they were made of glass, raised them up to her nose, and inhaled. I heard and felt the pulsing of my heartbeat as it crawled up my neck and into my ears. The hair on my arms popped up one by one sending a prickling sensation down to the tips of my fingers. I wanted to grab her right then and start practicing, but she deserved better than my horny ass attacking her. Shoving my hands deep inside my side pockets, I rocked back and forth on my heels, trying to get a grip on my hormones.
    “You look really pretty, Tweet.”
    The pale pink on her cheeks darkened. “Thanks. What is all this?” she asked, raising her chin toward the table.
    Following her gaze, I answered, “I wanted to thank you for helping me out. I know it’s a lot to ask.” I threw a slight smile her way.
    The look in her eyes went from shock to sadness. No one else would have caught it, but I did. I noticed everything about Tweet, even the tiniest things. There was a slight quiver in her bottom lip. I had no idea what just happened to cause this sudden shift. All I knew was that I had this overwhelming urge to take her