The Real Thingby Sammi Spizziri
Of course, there’s a torrential downpour on the day I plan to tell my crush how I feel. I dart from my porch to the Lyft, screaming as the cold afternoon rain soaks my clothes.
Still, my grin remains, because of Maxon’s last message. In two hours, we’ll be in the same city. <3
The heart is what keeps mine beating out of my chest. That, and the hope of today. Because once I meet Maxon in person, he’ll turn my life from raw footage to one of his polished film festival entries.
But when I yank open the rear door to the silver Subaru, my daydream fades, replaced by the loudest silence I’ve ever heard. I’m too afraid to more than glance at the dark-haired guy slouched in the backseat.
I fasten my seatbelt and expect the driver—directly in front of me, mid
