Tim takes me to his room on the ship and sits with me. "Why were you crying, baby?"
I snuggle him and cry.
"Let's talk about it."
"Scotch don't like me."
"Why do you say that? That boy is doing everything to see you."
"He was on a date."
"He was at the party with a girl?"
"No. He was out on a date. His friend told me."
"And that hurt your feelings?"
"Yea. I like him and I wish I could go on dates."
He kisses my head. "I know you want that, babygirl. Maybe me and you can go on a date on the planet we're going to."
"I would like that."
"Me too. What else is bothering you?"
"I wanted to ride with Zion."
"Why didn't you?"
"He got my bike out."
"Oh, you wanted to ride on his bike?"
"Yea. He's fun."
His eyebrow pops up. "Do you like him?"
"Maybe some. But he doesn't like me. H
