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I smiled. We both just stood there for a while. I was looking
down at the floor and, then, at the flyers. I tried to make conversation, “So,
you’re putting up flyers for the Valentine’s Day fair, huh?”
                   
“Yeah, I’m part of the committee for setting it up,” he nodded. “We’re trying
to look for a decent band to play a concert, so we’re hoping these flyers will
draw in interested parties.”
                   
“Oh, that’s a good strategy,” I remarked awkwardly. This was the most we’d
spoken in years… The only time we’d spoken.
                   
“Do you still take pictures?” he asked.
                   
I felt my mouth hang open, a low humming noise coming out. “Not
really, why?” I managed to say.
                 
“We were hoping to get candid shots of people during Valentine’s week and I
remembered you were good at that,” he explained.
                   
“I was never good at it, I just liked doing it,” my smile felt out of place on
my face. “Emphasis on like-D.”
                   
“Oh, well, that’s too bad,” he looked down. “Well, I guess we could just settle
for a photo booth.”

Chapter 2
     
    “You’ll figure it out,” I comforted. We both
stood there for a while just nodding. We looked like bobble heads. “Well,” I
broke the silence, “I’ll see you around.”
                   
“Yeah,” he was nodding again. I had already turned to walk away when he called,
“Hey, Ruby.” I turned to face him. “Thanks.”
                    “For what?” I asked.
                   
“For not asking about what happened with Melissa,” he said.
                   
“Oh,” I looked down. “You’re welcome.” I briskly walked away.
                   
You’re welcome? You’re welcome? Really? What a
fantastic way to respond to a “thank you”. Gosh, was I stupid.
                   
But the stupidity of that response was no match for the stupidity of what I was
about to do next.
                   
“Hey, Don,” I called and turned around. He turned around to face me. “What are
you doing tonight?” I asked.
                    “Nothing. Why?” he seemed sad.
                   
“Well…” I hesitated. “A friend and I are going to go karaoke tonight. We like
to make fun of Valentine’s Day by singing popular love songs… Yeah, I know that
doesn’t make a lot of sense, but…”
                   
“No, no, I think I get it,” he smiled. “I think I’d really like that. You sure
you don’t mind?”
                   
“Of course not,” I felt my smile growing. I couldn’t believe that, not only was
I having an actual non-academic-related conversation with Don Vernal, I was
going to get to hang out with him tonight! I put my arms behind my back and
started pinching myself so I wouldn’t squeal. “Sometimes when you want to get
over something, you just have to surround yourself with it so much you get sick
of it, you know?” I said as if I was telling a joke.   
                   
He chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. That makes sense, I guess. So when and where?”
    * 
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*     *
    During homeroom, our teacher was talking about
the Valentine’s Day fair. Angelo sat in front of me, and passed me a piece of
notebook paper. On top it read:
    You going?
                   
My smile was euthanized when I realised I had ruined our tradition by inviting
Don. I needed to tell him.
    Yah I kinda need
to tell you something…. I sorta kinda maybe invited someone else to go
karaokeing with us
                   
When I passed him back the note and saw his head tilt when he unfolded it. He
passed it back to me.
    Who?
                   
I