By the time Saturday rolled around, I was more comfortable with Ian than I'd ever thought possible. He was smart and funny and we had so much in common.
We had talked on the phone nearly everyday and it was crazy how good we got along.
We both thought it was weird that we'd went to school together since middle school and hadn't said more than three words to each other.
I was entirely too exited to go to this party with him.
"I think the black one looks better." Grace said after taking a second to think it over. "The pink makes you look like a drama queen."
I narrowed my eyes before looking down at the two shirts I held in my hands. They were exactly the same except for the color. "You think l look like a drama queen when I wear pink?" I accused.
She simply shrugged. She had come over
