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says sarcastically.
                  “Oh really? How about a crush?”
                  “No one says crush anymore,” he responds.
                  “Fine. Do you like anyone, Kade?” I ask, making a heart with my hands and folding my bottom lip down, as if to say “aww how cute.”
                  “We sound like fifth graders. ‘Ohhh who do you like?’ ‘Oh I know someone who likes you! But I can’t tell you.’” He looks over at me and laughs.
                  “You didn’t answer my question,” I say as I look back at him and stick my tongue out.
                  “No I don’t have a crush nor like someone,” he says as he smiles to the road ahead of us.
                  “Oh! I got it. You’re in love with someone, right? Am I right? Yeah, I’m right, you might as well admit it now and save yourself from blushing hysterically.” I giggle to myself.
                  “No, I’m not in love with someone, either. What about you Becca? Falling in love with someone?” He turns the question right back on me.
                  “Are you mocking me?”
                  “You didn’t answer my question,” he says. Yep, definitely mocking me.
                  “No, not at the moment.”
                  “Oh, so you will be in love soon?”
                  “That’s not what I meant.”
                  “Ah, but that’s how I took it,” he says.
                  “Well that sounds like a personal interpretation; therefore, it is your own personal problem you took my ‘not at the moment’ the wrong way,” I say all smarty-like.
                  “You’re a smartass.”
                  “So are you,” I say giggling. He looks over at me. I don’t look away. But he has to; he’s driving. So he does. And I wish he didn’t.

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                  Kade and I are sitting on the balcony facing the lake; the sun is setting. We made it through the twenty-two hours nicely. We talked about pretty much everything, though we never brought up the love conversation again, thank goodness. We talked about our strong and weak subjects, our passions, and our dislikes. Small talk, but still talk. It was...nice, I admit, but that’s as nice as I will get.
                  We’re watching Car and Terance play in the grass below the balcony. We just finished dinner, and the rest of the family is inside debating on what card game to play. I would rather be inside with the rest of the family instead of awkwardly alone with Kade, but mom said if we wanted to take the dogs along on the trip, we would both have to watch them. I mean, I know they’re dogs, but even two dogs in love is awkward to be around. Not as awkward as the time I had to say excuse me to a couple making out because they were blocking my locker. Now THAT was awkward.
                  “So, why no love?” It’s the first time I’ve heard Kade talk since the beginning of dinner. You could see the wheels turning in his brain while we were eating. He’s thinking the exact same thing everyone else in school thinks. Why doesn’t Becca have a boyfriend? Why is she so against love? When in reality, it’s not their business and I just don’t feel damn comfortable talking about that kind of shit.  It freaked me out. You know someone is really thinking when they keep silent for like forty five minutes.
                  “Huh?” I’m still in shock from how his voice sounded compared the perfect silence.
                  “Why aren’t you in love with someone? I mean you’re a teenager going into your senior year. Shouldn’t you be having some summer romance with a guy going off to college this year that you will never see again?”
                  “Um...no, no