I liked him first, but it doesn’t matter.
I still like him.
That doesn’t matter either.
Or at least, it’s not supposed to.
© 2010 Elizabeth Spencer
two Brianna and Ryan are kissing. I try not to notice,
but when you’re the only person in the room who isn’t wrapped around someone else, it’s kind of hard not to. Also, the movie Brianna has picked is one I’ve seen before.
More than once.
Thirty-seven times, to be exact.
I know it’s a lot, but Brianna really likes it, and it’s better than what’s on at my house, which is either the news or old sitcoms—Dad’s favorites—or DVDs Mom’s made from footage of her in different cooking contests. Since she entered the Fabulous Family Cook-Off,...