looking at the spread.
“Actually, water would be great,” I respond. He reaches into the cooler and retrieves a water bottle for me and a Mountain Dew for himself.
“This seems to be our most common way of getting along,” he comments, smiling and handing me the water.
“What?” I ask, puzzled.
“Going to a movie,” he clarifies.
“Oh, yeah,” I laugh. “So was Divergent your choice or…”
“My choice,” he replies. “I figured everyone’s already seen Catching Fire a hundred times, and Divergent is another of the few movies I’ve seen that I’ve actually read the book of.”
“How far did you get?” I inquire.
“I read the whole trilogy and I really don’t know why I didn’t quit in the first two chapters of Insurgent ,” Sawyer says honestly.
“I quit about halfway through Insurgent and made my friend who read the whole thing tell me what happened. Suffice it to say, I was glad I stopped.”
“I think Insurgent will be better as a movie, but the first one was better as a book,” he estimates.
“Same,” I agree. “It helps to have Theo James and Shaliene Woodley as your lead love interests.”
“They are good,” he says, nodding.
“Hi Sawyer,” giggles Sally from behind him. He rolls his eyes at me and makes a face, turning around towards her. I stifle my own giggles, biting my lip.
“Hey, Sally, nice to see you,” he greets.
“Oh, Annie, you look nice,” she compliments in her high-pitched voice, sweeter than the entire layout of candy next to her.
“Thanks, so do you,” I say, fighting to keep my voice steady as Sawyer makes more faces at me.
“Something the matter?” she inquires as my laughter bursts forth from me.
“Yeah,” I answer, still laughing. “He’s an idiot.” I shove Sawyer’s shoulder playfully. He wears a smug smile for a moment, and then I gasp as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, spinning me around. I scream and laugh. “Put me down!” I shout.
“Not until you say I’m totally awesome and not an idiot!” he retorts.
“Fine! You’re totally awesome and not an idiot!” I say. He throws me down on a stack of pillows. “Thanks Jerkface,” I joke.
“You’re welcome, Madame Banshee,” he replies, feigning a British accent and giving a little bow, before collapsing next to me. “I think you broke my eardrums.”
“Ha, ha,” I say sarcastically. “I’m not that loud.”
Sally seems to stick to Sawyer like pine tree sap, joining us seconds later. McKayla also has emerged from the house with Michael to join us in the grass. “You wouldn’t last a minute in Dauntless,” he says, referring to a group of characters in Divergent , who, since they value bravery above all else, do crazy and dangerous things to prove their bravery every day. “You were screaming like a crazy person.”
“I would too!” I counter. “I’m totally dauntless.”
“Prove it,” Sally interjects, flicking her eyebrows up in innocent question.
“How?” I ask.
“Walk the top of the garage,” she dares. “Or if you’re too chicken…”
“I didn’t say anything, Sally,” I retort. McKayla gives me a look that says “You’re really even considering this?”
Standing, I take my shoes off and hand them along with my clutch and water to Sawyer. “Can you hold these for me?”
“Annie, don’t be stupid,” he says. I huff and put my things down on the blanket instead. I turn towards the garage, but he catches my hand.
“I’m not,” I promise. His bright blue eyes are full of worry and maybe even a dash of panic, both of which surprise me.
“Just,” he begins. “Just be careful.” I nod and squeeze his hand to reassure him.
There’s a ladder on the side of the garage that I scale quickly without trouble. Sally has a smug look on her face as I stand and wobble on the metal ridgepole. My bare feet grip the hot metal. It’s only a few inches wide and rounded, so it’s not easy. I walk forward carefully, going
“Actually, water would be great,” I respond. He reaches into the cooler and retrieves a water bottle for me and a Mountain Dew for himself.
“This seems to be our most common way of getting along,” he comments, smiling and handing me the water.
“What?” I ask, puzzled.
“Going to a movie,” he clarifies.
“Oh, yeah,” I laugh. “So was Divergent your choice or…”
“My choice,” he replies. “I figured everyone’s already seen Catching Fire a hundred times, and Divergent is another of the few movies I’ve seen that I’ve actually read the book of.”
“How far did you get?” I inquire.
“I read the whole trilogy and I really don’t know why I didn’t quit in the first two chapters of Insurgent ,” Sawyer says honestly.
“I quit about halfway through Insurgent and made my friend who read the whole thing tell me what happened. Suffice it to say, I was glad I stopped.”
“I think Insurgent will be better as a movie, but the first one was better as a book,” he estimates.
“Same,” I agree. “It helps to have Theo James and Shaliene Woodley as your lead love interests.”
“They are good,” he says, nodding.
“Hi Sawyer,” giggles Sally from behind him. He rolls his eyes at me and makes a face, turning around towards her. I stifle my own giggles, biting my lip.
“Hey, Sally, nice to see you,” he greets.
“Oh, Annie, you look nice,” she compliments in her high-pitched voice, sweeter than the entire layout of candy next to her.
“Thanks, so do you,” I say, fighting to keep my voice steady as Sawyer makes more faces at me.
“Something the matter?” she inquires as my laughter bursts forth from me.
“Yeah,” I answer, still laughing. “He’s an idiot.” I shove Sawyer’s shoulder playfully. He wears a smug smile for a moment, and then I gasp as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, spinning me around. I scream and laugh. “Put me down!” I shout.
“Not until you say I’m totally awesome and not an idiot!” he retorts.
“Fine! You’re totally awesome and not an idiot!” I say. He throws me down on a stack of pillows. “Thanks Jerkface,” I joke.
“You’re welcome, Madame Banshee,” he replies, feigning a British accent and giving a little bow, before collapsing next to me. “I think you broke my eardrums.”
“Ha, ha,” I say sarcastically. “I’m not that loud.”
Sally seems to stick to Sawyer like pine tree sap, joining us seconds later. McKayla also has emerged from the house with Michael to join us in the grass. “You wouldn’t last a minute in Dauntless,” he says, referring to a group of characters in Divergent , who, since they value bravery above all else, do crazy and dangerous things to prove their bravery every day. “You were screaming like a crazy person.”
“I would too!” I counter. “I’m totally dauntless.”
“Prove it,” Sally interjects, flicking her eyebrows up in innocent question.
“How?” I ask.
“Walk the top of the garage,” she dares. “Or if you’re too chicken…”
“I didn’t say anything, Sally,” I retort. McKayla gives me a look that says “You’re really even considering this?”
Standing, I take my shoes off and hand them along with my clutch and water to Sawyer. “Can you hold these for me?”
“Annie, don’t be stupid,” he says. I huff and put my things down on the blanket instead. I turn towards the garage, but he catches my hand.
“I’m not,” I promise. His bright blue eyes are full of worry and maybe even a dash of panic, both of which surprise me.
“Just,” he begins. “Just be careful.” I nod and squeeze his hand to reassure him.
There’s a ladder on the side of the garage that I scale quickly without trouble. Sally has a smug look on her face as I stand and wobble on the metal ridgepole. My bare feet grip the hot metal. It’s only a few inches wide and rounded, so it’s not easy. I walk forward carefully, going
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