couple hours ago, while you were in X-ray. I told her you’d be released soon.”
Moments later, the front door swings open. Allie appears,holding a giant casserole dish. “So, my mom found out you went to the hospital and made you tuna casserole. It’s probably disgusting.”
I giggle, and it shakes my shoulder, sending a fresh wave of pain down my body. “Ow. Don’t make me laugh.”
Outside, the rain thickens, until I can hear the hum of it on the roof. Logan turns and stares out at the half-obscured glass. “I guess I better go. You guys sure you’ll be okay?”
Allie reaches into her purse. “I brought
Titanic
. We’re good for a few hours at least.”
Logan smiles, then walks back over to me and kisses me on the forehead. “All right. I’ll leave you girls to it.” Then, turning back to me, he says, “Text me later?”
“Mm-hmm,” I reply, watching as Allie crosses the room and slides open our DVD player.
“Okay then. Have a good one.”
And like that he’s gone, just as the rain really picks up. When the door swings open, the sound of it is positively roaring.
“Kinda sick of this weather,” Allie says, dropping the DVD into the slot and pushing the mechanism closed.
“Yeah. It’s getting old.”
“Do you have popcorn?” she asks, turning the TV on.
“Yep, it’s in the drawer to the right of the kitchen sink.”
“Cool. Be right back,” she says, strolling out of the room.
I try to remember the last time we had a chance to sit through the whole
Titanic
movie, but I can’t. It must have been at least a year ago…before she got together with Adam.
I watch Logan’s headlights in the window as he pulls out.He’s been amazing today, holding my hand at the hospital, waiting for hours while I got X-rays, listening to my dad rant about how he’s supposed to watch out for me, not get me hurt. And he did it all without the blink of an eye.
By the time Allie returns with the popcorn, the movie is rolling. Allie plunks down on the worn-out leather loveseat, handing me my own small bowl.
It’s a little awkward, holding the bowl with my sling-clad hand and eating with the other. Getting used to this is going to suck.
“I forgot how much I love this movie,” Allie says. “Leo is so hot in it.”
I lay my head against the pillow, tossing a few pieces of popcorn in my mouth. “I think he’s cuter now. He’s too baby-faced in this movie. Kate Winslet totally outshines him.”
“No way. He’s smokin’,” Allie says, twisting around on the couch so her legs are up against the back and her head’s upside down. Her own little popcorn bowl rests on her stomach.
I snort. “He’s maybe a seven. She’s definitely a ten. I’d give anything to look like her.”
Allie twists around and sits up, setting her bowl down on the coffee table. “You’re at least as hot as her, you just don’t have all the smoke and mirrors. A makeup artist and a good stylist, you’d look better than she does.”
I laugh. “Yeah, right.”
“Seriously.” Allie lights up. “Actually, my makeup is in the car. Let me give you a makeover.”
I stop chewing and stare at her, realizing she’s serious. “No way,” I say.
“Come on! You totally owe me.”
“For what?”
“For riding quads because
Logan
asked you, and not the thousand times I suggested it,” she says. I can’t tell if she’s being playful or serious. Maybe Bick wasn’t the only one bothered by my sudden change of heart.
I do kind of feel bad about riding quads for Logan and not for them—even if I ended up getting injured—but she just doesn’t understand that things are different with him. He knows about my fears, and he’s helping with them. Allie means well, and she’s an amazing friend, but there are times I need her and she’s too involved with Adam to notice.
I look back at the movie,
Moments later, the front door swings open. Allie appears,holding a giant casserole dish. “So, my mom found out you went to the hospital and made you tuna casserole. It’s probably disgusting.”
I giggle, and it shakes my shoulder, sending a fresh wave of pain down my body. “Ow. Don’t make me laugh.”
Outside, the rain thickens, until I can hear the hum of it on the roof. Logan turns and stares out at the half-obscured glass. “I guess I better go. You guys sure you’ll be okay?”
Allie reaches into her purse. “I brought
Titanic
. We’re good for a few hours at least.”
Logan smiles, then walks back over to me and kisses me on the forehead. “All right. I’ll leave you girls to it.” Then, turning back to me, he says, “Text me later?”
“Mm-hmm,” I reply, watching as Allie crosses the room and slides open our DVD player.
“Okay then. Have a good one.”
And like that he’s gone, just as the rain really picks up. When the door swings open, the sound of it is positively roaring.
“Kinda sick of this weather,” Allie says, dropping the DVD into the slot and pushing the mechanism closed.
“Yeah. It’s getting old.”
“Do you have popcorn?” she asks, turning the TV on.
“Yep, it’s in the drawer to the right of the kitchen sink.”
“Cool. Be right back,” she says, strolling out of the room.
I try to remember the last time we had a chance to sit through the whole
Titanic
movie, but I can’t. It must have been at least a year ago…before she got together with Adam.
I watch Logan’s headlights in the window as he pulls out.He’s been amazing today, holding my hand at the hospital, waiting for hours while I got X-rays, listening to my dad rant about how he’s supposed to watch out for me, not get me hurt. And he did it all without the blink of an eye.
By the time Allie returns with the popcorn, the movie is rolling. Allie plunks down on the worn-out leather loveseat, handing me my own small bowl.
It’s a little awkward, holding the bowl with my sling-clad hand and eating with the other. Getting used to this is going to suck.
“I forgot how much I love this movie,” Allie says. “Leo is so hot in it.”
I lay my head against the pillow, tossing a few pieces of popcorn in my mouth. “I think he’s cuter now. He’s too baby-faced in this movie. Kate Winslet totally outshines him.”
“No way. He’s smokin’,” Allie says, twisting around on the couch so her legs are up against the back and her head’s upside down. Her own little popcorn bowl rests on her stomach.
I snort. “He’s maybe a seven. She’s definitely a ten. I’d give anything to look like her.”
Allie twists around and sits up, setting her bowl down on the coffee table. “You’re at least as hot as her, you just don’t have all the smoke and mirrors. A makeup artist and a good stylist, you’d look better than she does.”
I laugh. “Yeah, right.”
“Seriously.” Allie lights up. “Actually, my makeup is in the car. Let me give you a makeover.”
I stop chewing and stare at her, realizing she’s serious. “No way,” I say.
“Come on! You totally owe me.”
“For what?”
“For riding quads because
Logan
asked you, and not the thousand times I suggested it,” she says. I can’t tell if she’s being playful or serious. Maybe Bick wasn’t the only one bothered by my sudden change of heart.
I do kind of feel bad about riding quads for Logan and not for them—even if I ended up getting injured—but she just doesn’t understand that things are different with him. He knows about my fears, and he’s helping with them. Allie means well, and she’s an amazing friend, but there are times I need her and she’s too involved with Adam to notice.
I look back at the movie,
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