Lost in Love by Susane Colasanti Page B

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    The boy is right. I should be in public relations. My social butterfly tendencies and solid extrovert skills are perfect for public relations. What better way to promote people I believe in while constantly making new connections? I can definitely see myself loving the PR world. The image is fuzzy, but for the first time I can make out somerough edges of my future.
    How wild is it that I might have figured out what I want to do with my life on the way out of class, standing around with a bunch of people I don’t really know? You never know when an epiphany will strike.
    Sadie and Rosanna are loving the epiphany story when I tell them about it in my room later. There’s something about having them hang in my room that’s more fun than chilling in the living room. I filled my room with as many floor pillows, beanbag chairs, and poufs as it could hold exactly for this purpose. The splashes of bright colors everywhere make my room inviting. You want to come in and you don’t want to leave.
    â€œThat boy has no idea how much of an impact he had,” Rosanna says from her turquoise beanbag. Sadie has the violet pouf. I’m sprawled out on my bed. “Do you even know his name?”
    â€œNot yet. But I feel like I should get him a thank-you gift. Is that weird? It has to be something generic while coming across as personal. What do all guys like? Gadgets? Hardware? Steakhouses?”
    â€œSex,” Sadie says. She lifts another slice of pizza from the box on my Jonathan Adler area rug.
    â€œNothing says ‘Thanks for figuring out my life’ like the gift of sex,” I confirm.
    â€œWhat’s your budget?” Rosanna asks.
    â€œSky’s the limit on this one. Without, you know,coming off as a creeper.”
    â€œDo you know anything about him?” Sadie says.
    â€œNothing. Today was the first time we ever talked. And I didn’t even get a chance to talk back. I was still in delirium mode when he was out the door.”
    â€œHow about a pogo stick?” Rosanna offers.
    â€œWhy a pogo stick?”
    â€œIt’s pretty much guaranteed he doesn’t have one.”
    â€œMaybe I should just ask him what he wants?”
    Rosanna snorts. “Then he’ll be like, ‘A new phone is good. Or whatever. A new laptop works.’”
    â€œYou really don’t have to get him anything,” Sadie says. “You can just tell him what happened and say thanks.”
    â€œBut money’s not an issue. Daddy will be stoked to hear that I finally figured out my life. Well, my career, which is the same to him. He’ll probably give me a new credit card to celebrate.”
    Sadie laughs. Rosanna scowls at her pizza.
    â€œWas it something I said?” I ask her.
    â€œNo, you’re right. He probably will. He gives you everything else.”
    I exchange a glance with Sadie. Sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s going on with Rosanna.
    â€œAre you mad at me?” I ask.
    â€œNot mad. Just annoyed.” Rosanna rips the ponytail holder out of her hair. “Everything comes so easily to you. You don’t know what it’s like to not get whatever youwant. It’s hard.” She scrapes her hair back up into a tighter ponytail, looking at me. “Sorry. I’m in a repulsive mood. I shouldn’t be taking it out on you.”
    â€œNo worries.” What Rosanna said stings a little. But I brush it off. She’s obviously under a lot of stress. I want to help her as much as I can, regardless of her repulsive mood. We’ve all been there.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” Sadie asks Rosanna.
    â€œD is out with some girl he knows from high school. This girl Shayla.”
    â€œShayla?” I ask, incredulous. “Her name is Shayla ?”
    â€œAllegedly.”
    â€œI hate her already.” Being vehemently on Rosanna’s side should help make her feel better.
    â€œHe says they’re just