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“Ellie can be a real bitch sometimes.”  
          He laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear.”  
          I blushed. “Yeah, I don’t very often. I just couldn’t think of a nice way to say it.”
          “That’s okay. I don’t care if you swear. I’ve heard worse, believe me.” He paused and then continued. “You know, I was just being honest – I think you look great. I really like what you’ve done with your hair. You should wear it like that more often.”
          I blushed a deep shade of red, quite possibly an even deeper shade than my hair.   I was happy he noticed that I hadn’t pulled my hair back into its standard ponytail, but instead I had left it down to fall in natural waves down my back. “Thanks,” I responded, quietly.  
          “You’re welcome.”   He smiled, causing his bright blue eyes to crinkle. “I should tell you - I have a thing for redheads.”  
          I felt my heart swell, and I desperately wanted to believe him. Is he telling the truth? He squeezed my hand, as if to reassure me that he was for real.  
          I found myself at a loss for words, and when that happened, I babbled. “I know you told Ellie that we had plans to go to the movies, but I don’t expect anything. I know you told her that just to make her squirm, which was totally awesome. Thanks for that,” I smiled fully, and for the first time I didn’t worry about the gap in between my front teeth.   We arrived at the parking lot. “So, if you’d rather we just made plans to study again, I’d completely understand.”  
          “The truth is I’d love to go to the movies with you, if you’re free,” he said, giving me a hopeful smile.
          I wanted to pinch myself to see if this was really happening. Brennan wants ME to go to the movies with HIM?!?! I could barely contain my excitement, I was screaming on the inside, but I calmly answered, “I’d love to. Is there a movie out that you wanted to see?”
          “No, but we can decide on one when we get there.”
          “Okay. Sounds like fun.”  
          He walked me to my car, all the while holding my hand. Finally I had to let go, so that I could dig the keys out of the bottom of my bag. “I’ll meet you out in front of the theater,” I said, unlocking my door.
          “See you in a few.”  
          As soon as Brennan was out of earshot, I started screaming, and not the silent ones like I’d been doing, but the real all-out kind that left me gasping for air and sounding hoarse. It felt good to let it out. I had been keeping it in for so long I was surprised that I hadn’t exploded. I couldn’t remember ever feeling happier. I drove to the movies in complete bliss.  
          Brennan was waiting for me when I got to the theater. “What do you feel like seeing?”  
          I looked at the movie posters and said, “Something funny? My brain is too tired to have to do any more thinking.”
          Brennan laughed. “Agreed.”
          We got in line to buy tickets. He slid his money under the window before I could, and then refused to let me pay him back.
          “Fine, but I’m buying the popcorn,” I said definitively.  
          “Okay,” he conceded.  
          We entered the theater loaded down with popcorn and candy. I have this thing about getting popcorn with tons of butter every time I go to the movies. Brennan couldn’t decide which he wanted more - Sour Patch Kids or Twizzlers, so I insisted he get both.  
          “How’s this?” I asked, moving toward the center of a row three-quarters of the way up.  
          “Looks good to me,” he responded, sitting down.  
          Since going to the movies was a last minute plan, we had a few minutes before the movie actually began. We snacked on our junk food while we talked, getting to know each other better.
          I grabbed a handful of popcorn and asked him something I’d been