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I called Jordan and told him I was sorry after I finished my homework. He forgave me and told me he understood. We talked for a while and then we hung up. Then Mickey tried to call. I answered.

"What?" I asked.

"Are you still mad at me?"

"Hmmm... lemme think.... yes."

"Why? C'mon, sweetheart, tell me."

"Don't sweetheart me! You pretty much called me ugly. Why wouldn't Adam wanna do it with me? There must be a reason."

"I didn't mean to make it sound like that. I was just pissed I got paired with Jordan. And I was worried... that you would forget... me... I mean everyone if you started hanging out with Adam."

"Just like you and Amber?"

There was silence.




"For what?"

"I dunno."

"Okay... hey look, I'm sorry, too. You are definitely not ugly. You're very very very sexy. Okay?"

"Okay." I smiled.

"Hey, can I come over?"

"Sure, but be careful, everyone's home."




I held the phone close to my heart. I smiled biting my lip.

In about 10 minutes, I heard a knock on my balcony door.

I opened it and allowed Mickey in.

"Hey," he waved.

"Hey," I said.

He pulled me toward him and he hugged me. I embraced his hug. His hand was on my head.

"I hate it when we fight."

"Me too. Did you really mean it?"


"That I'm very very very sexy?"

Mickey let go. He looked away smiling.

"Yes," he whispered.

"What?" I said forcing him to say it louder.

"Yes!" he nearly shouted.

I smiled folding my arms.

"Mmm.. hmm..."

"Hey I saw you an Adam talking today," he said.

"Yeah. Does it bother you?"

"No... but he seems wrong... for you..."

"And who's right for me?"

"Um... Jordan?" he said jokingly.

"No way," I laughed, "But seriously... who is?"

"Um..." he said moving closer. Just then my mom called. Of course.

"Ah, crap. Um... stay here. "

"Where else would I go?"

I rolled my eyes smiling.


"Ah, yes, Melanie. Please come here."

"What?" I asked.

"Can you help me with this new art piece?"


I helped my mom and I ran back upstairs.



"What are you doing?"

I saw him reading my girl magazines.


"Staring at hot girls."


I took the magazine from his hands.


"Okay, Mickey, it's almost 11... you gotta go."


He kissed my cheek. His warm, soft lips touched half of my lip.

"Sorry," he said.

I shrugged and he climbed of the railing and went to his car and drove off.

Crap, I almost kissed my best friend.

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