need your help. I can pay you overtime or whatever since I’m the one who screwed this up so badly. What should I do?
PA Rocks
P.S. Another what if. What should the girl do it he still doesn’t seem interested?
I was definitely interested.
Even though I was practically shaking in my Vans, this changed everything. I was the freakin’ Hook-up Doctor. Didn’t I tell girls to decide who they were and stick with it? Well, it was time I decided who I was.
Flashes from the other night popped into my head: how her skin felt beneath mine while I touched her, talked to her. The protective rush I’d felt when that jackass tried to take her into the room. The cinnamon scent and the way I loved how she looked all curled up in my bed. The rush I felt just hanging out with her. I’d never run in my whole life and sure didn’t plan to start now.
I’d prove to her she wasn’t stuck in the friend territory. That, even when she fell on her face, I’d pick her up again and she didn’t have to be anyone other than Woodstock for me. Mom would be proud. When it came to Aspen, I’d put every one of those cheesy romance books she read to shame. Watch out, world. The Hook-up Doctor was in love.
***
It was freaky how once you realized you loved someone, and they felt the same way about you, they could look different, yet the same; how they felt familiar, but not. As Aspen slept on my shoulder during the hour and a half drive to the beach, I realized a couple things. First, this whole love thing was confusing as hell. How did something look different, but still the same? It didn’t make any sense at all. Yet that was exactly how it felt. Good, but weird.
Second, Aspen really was one of the most gorgeous girls I’d ever seen. I’d apparently been pretty blind the past seventeen years, because she blew everyone else out of the water. She didn’t even need the shiny nails or the tear drop necklace. She was perfect on her own.
And third, I was the biggest sap I knew.
I was imagining our weekend in my head. It wasn’t frolicking through fields or anything, but pretty damn close. If Jaden could read my thoughts, I’d be done for. Like never coming back into my manhood, because of all the cheese-ball thoughts going through my head.
“I can’t wait to get there. Your parents seriously rock, Pris.” Jaden looked over at her from the passenger seat. “Puke-girl ruined our last epic weekend, so we’re going to have to make up for it this time. Out of town girls are always hot.”
“Is that all you think about? You drive me nuts.” Pris narrowed her eyes at him before turning to look at the road again.
I closed my eyes while they argued in the front seat. I wasn’t going to let anything ruin this weekend and all their fighting ever did was put me in a bad mood. Right now, I just wanted to relax with Aspen.
Before I knew it, Pris pulled Aspen upright and Jaden was shaking me awake.
“We’re here, sleeping beauty.”
“Aw, thanks. I know I’m hot.” I rubbed my sleepy eyes.
“Not you. You’re the Beast. I was talking to Aspen.” Jaden ripped the bag of chips from my lap and ran for the house. Idiot. Wasn’t like I was going to chase him for some Cheetos.
Slowly, I climbed out of the car and stretched. The girls were grabbing their bags out of the trunk so I went over. “Here, let me help.” I only had a small duffle bag on my back and my guitar in one hand, so I pulled Aspen’s suitcase out with the other. Jaden came running back to help Pris. He wasn’t as big of a jerk as he wanted people to think he was.
We followed the girls up the wooden stairs to the big, white two-story house. It was all old looking, but the girls were giggling over it and talking about how pretty it was, so I figured this was one of those things we didn’t get about them. It wasn’t that the house was torn up, but it definitely wasn’t squeal-inducing
PA Rocks
P.S. Another what if. What should the girl do it he still doesn’t seem interested?
I was definitely interested.
Even though I was practically shaking in my Vans, this changed everything. I was the freakin’ Hook-up Doctor. Didn’t I tell girls to decide who they were and stick with it? Well, it was time I decided who I was.
Flashes from the other night popped into my head: how her skin felt beneath mine while I touched her, talked to her. The protective rush I’d felt when that jackass tried to take her into the room. The cinnamon scent and the way I loved how she looked all curled up in my bed. The rush I felt just hanging out with her. I’d never run in my whole life and sure didn’t plan to start now.
I’d prove to her she wasn’t stuck in the friend territory. That, even when she fell on her face, I’d pick her up again and she didn’t have to be anyone other than Woodstock for me. Mom would be proud. When it came to Aspen, I’d put every one of those cheesy romance books she read to shame. Watch out, world. The Hook-up Doctor was in love.
***
It was freaky how once you realized you loved someone, and they felt the same way about you, they could look different, yet the same; how they felt familiar, but not. As Aspen slept on my shoulder during the hour and a half drive to the beach, I realized a couple things. First, this whole love thing was confusing as hell. How did something look different, but still the same? It didn’t make any sense at all. Yet that was exactly how it felt. Good, but weird.
Second, Aspen really was one of the most gorgeous girls I’d ever seen. I’d apparently been pretty blind the past seventeen years, because she blew everyone else out of the water. She didn’t even need the shiny nails or the tear drop necklace. She was perfect on her own.
And third, I was the biggest sap I knew.
I was imagining our weekend in my head. It wasn’t frolicking through fields or anything, but pretty damn close. If Jaden could read my thoughts, I’d be done for. Like never coming back into my manhood, because of all the cheese-ball thoughts going through my head.
“I can’t wait to get there. Your parents seriously rock, Pris.” Jaden looked over at her from the passenger seat. “Puke-girl ruined our last epic weekend, so we’re going to have to make up for it this time. Out of town girls are always hot.”
“Is that all you think about? You drive me nuts.” Pris narrowed her eyes at him before turning to look at the road again.
I closed my eyes while they argued in the front seat. I wasn’t going to let anything ruin this weekend and all their fighting ever did was put me in a bad mood. Right now, I just wanted to relax with Aspen.
Before I knew it, Pris pulled Aspen upright and Jaden was shaking me awake.
“We’re here, sleeping beauty.”
“Aw, thanks. I know I’m hot.” I rubbed my sleepy eyes.
“Not you. You’re the Beast. I was talking to Aspen.” Jaden ripped the bag of chips from my lap and ran for the house. Idiot. Wasn’t like I was going to chase him for some Cheetos.
Slowly, I climbed out of the car and stretched. The girls were grabbing their bags out of the trunk so I went over. “Here, let me help.” I only had a small duffle bag on my back and my guitar in one hand, so I pulled Aspen’s suitcase out with the other. Jaden came running back to help Pris. He wasn’t as big of a jerk as he wanted people to think he was.
We followed the girls up the wooden stairs to the big, white two-story house. It was all old looking, but the girls were giggling over it and talking about how pretty it was, so I figured this was one of those things we didn’t get about them. It wasn’t that the house was torn up, but it definitely wasn’t squeal-inducing
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