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“Yep, I did. Thanks to you.”
    Marissa tries to stifle a laugh. She’s only partially successful.
    “What did he say to that?”
    “He didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. Then he said ‘orange, yellow, purple, white.’”
    “No way!” She’s full out laughing now. “That’s too funny,” she says finally. “Too funny.”
    I smile. “He is pretty funny, I have to say. He told me his last girlfriend broke up with him because he was too funny.”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah. And too sweet, and too good in bed.”
    She laughs again. “He does sound funny.”
    “And since you disappeared on me, he walked me home.”
    She’s beaming now, obviously very pleased with the success of her scheme. “Just trying to help,” she says. “No need to thank me.
    “Ha, ha. Don’t worry, I won’t.”
    “I told you it doesn’t matter what you say to guys, as long as you say something. Who would have thought red, blue, green, black was such a good pick up line? Maybe I’ll try it next time I see a guy I like.”
    “Oh, and did I mention he asked me out?” I ask nonchalantly.
    Marissa jumps up off the bed. “No way! When?”
    “Tomorrow night.” I casually strum a couple more chords. “I told him I’d think about it.”
    Her jaw drops and her eyes get wide. Her face reminds me of a poster of a famous painting I saw. It’s called “The Scream” or something like that.
    “You did not! Tell me you didn’t say that.”
    “Why not?” I ask innocently. “I didn’t want to rush into anything. He could be an axe murderer or something.”
    Marissa digs her fingers into her hair. “What am I going to do with you?” she says, shaking her head. “I can’t believe you didn’t say yes.”
    I can’t keep the grin off my face any longer. Marissa realizes I’ve been playing her.
    “Of course I said yes,” I say. “What did you think? He’s really nice.”
    She sits back down on the bed and puts her hand on my shoulder. “I’m impressed, Roomie. Most girls have to actually wear their hunting outfit to catch a guy’s interest. All you had to do was carry yours in a bag.”

Chapter 8
    I’m sitting alone in my room, doing nothing. Marissa is gone for the weekend. It’s her younger sister’s birthday today and they’re having a big party for her. My first weekend away at college, and my roommate is gone. I could have gone home, too, but the point of living on campus is to NOT go home, at least not too often. Mom asked why I wasn’t coming home, and I told her I wanted to stay here to get to know the other girls. She said she understood, but I think she was a little hurt. I didn’t tell her I have a date tonight. I suppose I could have had Chris pick me up at home, but I don’t want any guys meeting Mom and Dad until they have to.
    The afternoon is crawling by at a snail’s pace—no, make that like a snail stuck in the mud …going uphill…with a broken leg. That’s how slow the afternoon is going. Maybe even slower.
    I’ve done everything I can think of to pass the time. My homework for the week is done. I’ve played my guitar until my fingers hurt. I texted back and forth with Marissa, but then she had to go. So now I’m channel surfing the television, but there’s nothing on except sports. If I was a guy, I’d be in heaven. But I’m not a guy, and I’m definitely not in heaven!
    I come across “The Notebook” on TNT. Now I am in heaven. I love this movie! Allie and Noah are dancing in the street in the middle of the night—one of my all-time favorite scenes. Ohhh, to be Allie and to find a Noah. Have I mentioned I’m a sap for romance? No movie has done love and romance better than this one. I’m glued to my seat for an hour, and when the movie finally draws to a close, I’ve got a pile of wet tissues on the floor next to my chair. Like I said, I’m such a sap.
    I wipe my eyes one last time and check the time. Four o’clock. Three