(Actually now Iโm remembering that the goodbye chow isnโt spelled that way. Itโs ciao or something weird like that. Itโs Italian, right? But Iโm not an Italian gypsy, Iโm a hungry gypsy. So spelling it chow makes total sense.)
Wendelin Van DraanenBryce," she whispers. "What's wrong." I can barely breathe as I ask her, "Do you like him?" "Do I... you mean Jon?" "Yes!" "Well, sure. He's nice and -" "No, do you like him?" My heart was pounding through my chest as I took her other hand and waited. "Well, no. I mean, not like that...." No! She said no! I didn't care where I was, I didn't care who saw. I wanted, just had to kiss her. I leaned in, closed my eyes, and then...
Wendelin Van Draanen