Fifteen
DECEMBER-16 YEARS OLD
James was at my house nearly every day over Christmas break. My parents and Audrey really like him. James has a lot in common with my dad, especially cars, so it is no surprise that he spends more than a few of the hours with dad in his workshop.
I never really could picture someone fitting in so well with my family, but James does. It is no wonder why I fell so hard so fast. I guess if I’m talking in clichés, I might as well take it all the way and say that I probably fell in love when I first saw him.
Something about the way he looks at me makes my stomach flutter, especially when I laugh. He always looks a little puzzled, which only makes me laugh more.
“What are you doing?” James asks.
“I’m lying on the blanket relaxing while Bellefire eats.”
“Why?
