Chapter 12
I have no idea what that last movie was about.
Matt and I spent all weekend together dancing. The horizontal tango, the horizontal lambada, the horizontal—you get the idea. Matt retrieved his briefs from the floor and started pulling on his shorts for the fourth time that day.
“What are you doing?” I pouted.
“Put your clothes back on and let’s go down to the jetty.”
I didn’t want to go swing dancing. I wasn’t ready to face all those people who had witnessed my freak-out. I couldn’t admit that to Matt, though. He would be sure to say something encouraging like “no one will remember that”. Yes, they will. Or “you gotta get back on your bike”. I don’t like bikes. Bikes go too fast downhill, and they’re really heavy to push uphill. I lived on top of a hill when I was a kid. To
