Maybe my grandfathers happy about all this; but Im miserable。 I cant eat; I cant watch TV; I
cant seem to do anything。
So I went to bed early; but I cant sleep。 Ive watched her house from my window for hours
now。 Ive stared at the sky; Ive counted sheep。 But man;
I cant stop kicking myself for what an idiot Ive been all these years。
And now how am I going to make her listen to me? Id scale that monster sycamore if I could。
Right to the top。 And Id yell her name across the
rooftops for the whole world to hear。
And since you know what a tree…climbing weenie I am; I think its pretty clear that Im willing
to do anything to get her to talk to me。 Man; Ill dive
after her into a chicken coop full of poop if thats what it takes。 Ill ride my bike all the stinkin
way to school for the rest of eternity if it means being
with her。
Something。 Ive got to e up with some thing to show her that Ive changed。 To prove to
her that I understand。
But what? How do I show her that Im not the guy she thinks I am? How do I erase everything
Ive done and start over?
Maybe I cant。 Maybe it just can not be done。 But if Ive learned one thing from Juli Baker; its
that Ive got to put my whole heart and soul into it and
try。
Whatever happens; I know that my grandfathers right about one thing。
Ill never be the same again。
The Basket Boys
The Monday after the Loskis dinner party; Darla tracked me down at school and forced
Bryce Loski back into my brain。 “Jules! Whoa; girl; wait up!
How have you been?”
“Im fine; Darla; how are you?”
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“No; seriously;” she whispered。 “Are you doing okay?” She shifted her backpack and looked
over each shoulder。 “I got to thinking; you know; that
was just so cold of Bryce。 Especially since youve got that soft spot for him。”
“Who told you that?”
“Like I havent got eyes? e on; girl。 Its a given。 Which is why I got to worryin about you。
Are you seriously all right?”