ever seem to feel ugly or at a loss for words, like me. I looked around at Ianand Blake and Ross and Lauren, and all of a sudden I didnât feel like a loser anymore.
Blake passed me a martini glass with cold pink liquid about to slosh over the rim. I took a small sip off the top as he held it. It was SO GOOD! It was sweet, but not syrupy like wine coolers. It was so cold and a little tart, but then as I swallowed it, I felt the warmth of the vodka all the way down. Blake grinned at me over the rim of the glass, like we were sharing a secret. He told me I had perfect lips, and when he said it, I blushed. AGAIN. He was so cute and had this little dimple when he smiled halfway. He actually reminded me a little bit of stupid Nathanâonly Blake is MUCH COOLER.
By the time I finished that drink in the kitchen with Lauren, I was feeling SO BUZZED. It was so much fun, and Blake had cranked up the music in the living room. Ross grabbed Laurenâs hand and reached for mine, and I pulled my hand back like Ross was a hot stove. I felt this weird stab in my chest and just looked at him. No matter how much I didnât want to feel it, I was hurt; hurt that he hadnât mentioned he was gay; embarrassed that I hadnât figured it out; afraid that he thought I was stupid for having a crush on him.
He mustâve seen it in my eyes, âcause he tossed his bangs in that little way he always does, and said, I have to dance with you right now.
I crossed my arms, and said, Why?
He said because itâs a rule that the gay dude has to dance with the two hottest girls at the party, and Laurenâs already coming, so that just leaves you.
I peered up at him through my lashes and said, I flat-ironed my hair at 6 a.m. for you that first day we went to the beach.
Lauren threw her head back and laughed so hard she snorted. That made me start giggling, and suddenly I was leaning against Ross to keep from falling down. We all laughed so hard we almost cried, and just like that, with a group hug and a good laugh, all of the embarrassment melted away, and I realized that there was something better than making out with Ross would ever be: dancing with him at this party.
Blake followed us into the living room that ran the length of the house. It had gotten dark outside finally, and the pool was lit up, flowing over the edge of the cliff. The moon was high in the sky, and I felt so good! The cosmo made my head feel all warm and I was laughing with Lauren as we sandwiched Ross between us and danced with our hands up in the air.
Blake danced up behind me and I felt his hands on my waist. My heart started beating really fast, and at first I pulled away a little, but then he gently pulled me back into him and whispered in my ear. He said, I donât bite, and I laughed, and then he said, At least not hard anyway, and that made me smile.I leaned my head back against his chest and he wrapped his arms around my waist and I felt him pressed up against me. I could barely breathe!
The doorbell rang, and someone answered, and a another big group of Blakeâs friends found us in the living room. As Blake kissed and fist-bumped and high-fived his way around the room, Lauren came dancing over and whisper-yelled over the music, OMG! BLAKE LIKES YOU SO MUCH. Then she said, Câmon letâs go get more cosmos.
So we did.
Laurenâs cosmos tasted as good as Blakeâs did! I asked her how she learned, and she just flipped a long strand of blond hair over her shoulder and raised her eyebrow. She said that some girls are scouts and learn how to sew buttons and tie knots. Sheâd been mixing drinks for her mom since she was 12.
We danced our way back to the living room with our glasses and danced with these two really tall guys who were twins, for what seemed like hours. As we danced, I kept looking over at Lauren and thinking how comfortable she was with all of this, and then I realized: SURPRISE! YOUâRE comfortable with