would have turned out differently.
Then again, maybe not.
Either Way
I decide not to stop by.
My mom told me Quade plays
bass in a metal band, so he
probably isn’t as straight
as he used to be. Just like
me. Still, I have a destination.
I jot a reminder in my
mental notebook to look up
Quade one day very soon.
This time, maybe I’ll just
let him kiss me. I most
definitely know how.
In fact, thinking about it
is starting to make me
want it. I haven’t let myself
even consider going out
with a guy since Hunter
was born. Men are trouble.
But what the hell? I’m
looking for trouble right
now, aren’t I? And one
kind of trouble will
likely lead to another,
at least eventually.
The more I focus on that
kind of trouble, the better
it’s starting to sound.