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“No problem.” I stuffed the last piece of my bar into my mouth and wiped my hands on my pajamas pants. “So, tell me something exciting about yourself.”
He raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“You know, something cool about you.”
“Oh. There’s nothing cool about me.”
I started laughing and shoved him in the shoulder. “You’re so funny, Jax.”
“I wasn’t kidding. I’m not a cool person.”
“Everyone’s a cool person. Even the uncool people.”
“Kennedy, that doesn’t even make sense.”
“You don’t always have to make sense. Tell me something. What’s something you like?”
He cleared his throat and brushed his thumb down the bridge of his nose before pushing his glasses up. “I guess I like big words that mean different things. My mom and I are always searching for big words to show each other and to learn the meanings of. We even made a Pinterest board to tag our favorite big words.” He wiggled his nose. “It’s kind of stupid.”
I gasped and clapped my hands together. “It’s not stupid! No way! Big words are so cool! I don’t know many big words other than so—phis—ti—ca—ted, so maybe you can teach me.”
For a moment, his eyes lit up. “Are you serious?”
I nodded. “Yup.”
“Well…what kind of words do you want to know?”
“I don’t know because I don’t know them, silly. How can I know what I want to know if I don’t know them?”
He laughed nervously, and at that moment he became even more handsome. “Oh. Right.”
“Just tell me your favorite.”
“Oh gosh, there are so many.” He was beginning to talk more and more, and I liked that about him. I liked how he started to open up to me. “Like, clinomania!”
I gasped and clapped my hands together. “Oh! I love it!”
“You don’t know what that means, do you?”
“Not at all!”
He laughed again. “It means a strong desire to stay in bed. My mom has clinomania after every weekend when she has too much wine.”
“It sounds like your mom and my mama would be best friends. What’s another one?”
“There’s solivagant.”
“Oh, yes, yes. Solivagant. Very nice. That’s also one of my favorite words now.”
He smirked. “It means someone who wanders alone. Kind of like me. I keep to myself a lot.”
“I do, too. Most people think I’m too weird to be friends with, so I’m a solivagant, I guess.” I frowned a little, thinking about how sometimes when I wandered, I got lonely without my family around.
“Not right now, though,” he said, nudging me. “Because you’re not wandering alone. You’re with me.”
My lips turned up. “Yeah. I’m with you.”
He kept telling me different words, and I kept listening. His mumbles were getting a bit louder, to the point that they weren’t mumbles at all, and then when he’d laugh loud enough, I swore every bird would dance to his sound.
