I'll Be Yours

The wrong boy will bore you or annoy you," Mom said. "But the right one? He'll make you laugh, make you feel special.

I smiled at my champion, but he just shook his head and muttered more words in Spanish. I was pretty sure he either called me a beautiful tropical flower or a raving lunatic. Sometimes I get my nouns mixed up.

A door in my heart cracked open an inch, and hope walked in.

He framed my face now, and I met his stare in the dark of the car. "I think you're beautiful." My heart folded like an origami swan.

Fake flattery or not, his words spiked my system with happy. Behold, the power of a guy paying attention to a girl.

I had finally, finally contracted the Love Plague. And the only remedy was Andrew James Wesley Levin. A boy so fabulous his parents had to give him three names just to contain all the wonder.

And now?" came my dad's voice. "Now who am I?" "The man who chose his girlfriend over his family." I turned and looked at my father. "Someone whose words I don't believe.

Those eyes. So dark, a brown that held mysteries and promises I knew better than to think were for me. Yet when they were trained on me like they were now, my insides melted like gooey Nutella.