Page 58 of Over Us, Over You


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I unfolded it, recognized Hayley's loopy handwriting, but she suddenly snatched it from my hands.

"What the—" I looked at her. "What are you doing?"

"I didn't mean to throw that away in your room. It's pretty personal."

"Since when can't you tell me something pretty personal?"

Her cheeks turned bright red. "This is super personal. It's different."

"How so?"

"It just is." She stuffed the note into her back pocket. "Bookstore?"

"Fine." I hit the lights, and we went out to the car.

We rode in silence for most of the trip, not speaking until we were about five miles away from the store.

"Corey, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Have you made love before?"

"What?" I looked over at her. "What did you say?"

"Have you made love before?"

"No." I rolled my eyes. "If that's the super personal stuff on the note you've written, you were right to keep it to yourself."

She laughed. "It isn't. Every girl in my class is talking about how amazing their boyfriends are in bed, so I just wanted to know if you'd ever done it."

"I've done it," I said, remembering that she'd asked me about sex recently before and I'd definitely told her about it. "But it was just sex. It wasn't making love."

"There's a difference?"

"So, they say." I shrugged. "If it ever happens to me, I'll let you know."

"Can I ask you something else?"

"As long as it's a different topic."

"It is." She smiled. "I'm doing a five-paragraph essay on friendships—not by choice, and I need you to give me your thoughts since I suck in that area."

You don't suck in that area."Okay, what do you need?"

"Well, for starters, I defined the word friendship, then friend. But I think if you could tell me more about the things that make you and Jonathan so close, I could use that as my real-world example."

"Okay." I parked the car in front of the bookstore. "That's easy."

I told her about how Jonathan and I had the same sense of humor, same professional interests in life, but our differences were what made us better friends. He had a temper, and I was a bit more restrained. He was a guy of "I want what I want, whenever I want," and I was willing to wait to make sure it was worthwhile. Oh, and he was one of few people I trusted with everything, and vice-versa.

"Thanks." She smiled, jotting words down on her notepad. "So, I can quote you as saying that he's the best friend you've ever had?"

No, that would be you."Absolutely."

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