As the snowy landscape blurred into a watercolor of white and gray, I sank further into the corner of the backseat, wrapped in a turtleneck and layers of wool like a teenage angst burrito. The warmth of the car sharply contrasted with the chaos in my mind. My father, the jokester, had a perpetual smirk on his face from the moment he learned about "Bloody belly comb Jelly." I rolled my eyes, fighting back an embarrassed smile.
"Honestly, Dad, it's just a stupid nickname!" I protested, although the corners of my mouth had betrayed me and twitched upward at the memory of Paul's blushing face when he first called me that. It wasn't that I was mad about it; it was just… weird. I mean, how do you even react when a boy you desperately tried to get rid of calls you a sea creature, albeit an oddl
