Other than a little glitter excess around my eyes, Nicole has done an amazing job on my makeup. And my entire look, for that matter. As I walk her to the door I'm more than aware of how lucky I am to have a friend like her."Thanks," I say as we step out onto the porch.
She shrugs. "No prob."
Nicole is way not into emotional expression. If Mom could get her on the shrink couch she'd have a field day with repression this and fear of intimacy that. But I think Nicole has it pretty well together. And I wouldn't with Mom's head shrinking on anyway.
"Have a great night," she says, bounding down the front steps. Then, before she heads up the path to school and her dorm, she turns to add, "Don't do anything I would do."
With a wink, she's gone.
I blink at the empty space where she was just standing, surprised that she zapped herself away. But then I hear the scuffle of footsteps on the path and I know why she made a quick exit.
Griffin is here.
We've been dating for a few months now, and I should be totally over this butterflies-in-the-stomach stage. But I'm not. I don't think I ever will be. I press my palms to the tennis skirt so they don't get clammy and watch for him to appear on the path.
Only, he doesn't appear on the path.
While I'm standing there, waiting, a shadow moves into the light streaming from the open door behind me. I turn, ready to say something obnoxious to Stella so she'll go back inside, but instead of Stella filling the doorway I see Griffin. With a giant grin on his face and a tiny wrapped package in his hands.
Tune in tomorrow to find out what happens next. [Part 4]
Hugs,
TLC
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