I So Don't Do Spooky by Barrie Summy Read Free Book Online Page B

against his. “It was really cool of you to plan something for our anniversary.”
    Josh is beaming. “You’re welcome, Sherry. I had a good time.” He puts his arm around me. “I always have a good time with you.”
    I suddenly remember something I keep forgetting to say to him. “Thank you so much for the gorgeous flowers this morning.”
    Josh’s beautiful snapdragon blue eyes open wide. “What flowers?”

chapter
eight
    I t’s Saturday, about two in the afternoon. Junie’s over. We did our homework and now we’re cross-legged on my bed, painting our nails with this really fun photochromic polish. Mine changes from blue to green in the sun. Hers changes from lilac to rose. She’s definitely more interested in clothes and makeup lately. Finally, my best friend is growing up.
    â€œJunie, keep your hand flat. I’ll get the polish on more evenly.” I make a broad brushstroke down the middle of her nail.
    â€œIf Josh didn’t send you the flowers, who did?” She glances at the vase on my dresser.
    I shrug. “At first, I was thinking maybe I have a secret admirer.”
    â€œYeah, right.”
    I ignore her sarcasm. “Anyway, the card did say ‘Happy Anniversary.’ So the secret-admirer theory doesn’t fit.”
    â€œMaybe the flowers were delivered to the wrong house.” Junie blows on her nails. “Maybe one of your neighbors had an anniversary, and the flowers were delivered to your address by mistake.”
    I shake my head. “There was a Post-it with our address stuck to the cellophane around the bouquet.”
    â€œMaybe the flowers were meant for The Ruler. And your dad arranged for the delivery while he’s out of town.”
    â€œIt’s not their anniversary. You know they just got married over spring break.”
    â€œCould be an anniversary for something else.”
    There’s silence while we both consider this. Then, at the exact same second, we both squeal, “Ewww.”
    My face all scrunched up, I say, “So I might’ve taken the flowers my dad sent to The Ruler for their first date or first kiss or something? And she doesn’t even know she got flowers? She still thinks they’re for me? Grooooss.”
    â€œIt’s a distinct possibility. Why don’t you ask your dad?”
    â€œBelieve me, I will. I talk to him every day. It’s almost like he’s not out of town, we hear from him so much.”
    Junie waves her hand in the air, letting my perfectpolish job dry. “Got any nail jewels? I feel like going all out.”
    â€œWow.” I slap her shoulder. “What’s with you?”
    Her face reddens. Which happens easily because she’s hugely freckled.
    Anyway, I better stop teasing her. I’ve been trying forever to get Junie more interested in makeup and clothes and how she looks. You know, to catch up with me socially. And if I tease her too much, she might regress.
    From my nightstand, I pull out an envelope loaded with nail jewels and decals.
    â€œDo you think my lips are on the thinnish side?” I jut my face toward Junie’s.
    She looks surprised. “Say what?”
    While I’m telling her about Candy, I get off the bed and root around in my desk for a ruler. “Let’s measure our lips.”
    Junie sighs, but untangles her legs and follows me into the bathroom.
    I get up close and personal with the mirror above the sink. I press the ruler against my top lip, then my bottom lip. “One-quarter inch and one-half inch. I’m guessing that’s below average width.”
    Junie takes the ruler and measures hers. She gasps. “One-eighth inch and three-eighths inch. If your lips are too thin, what does that say about mine? And you’ve already got better eyebrows.”
    The eyebrow thing is true, so I don’t comment. “Wear lip liner and draw your lips bigger,” I suggest.