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Show Inside Out, 120 me as a friend. If I couldn't have them gaga over me, I figured it was pretty cool to be the one they came to talk to when they were gaga over someone else. So, anyway, what I learned about guys during middle school was that they were pretty much motivated by looks more than anything when it came to girls, but that they could be pretty cool when they weren't slobbering over some gorgeous creature. None of this explained Denver, of course. I mean, I had no fears that he was only after me for my looks! But my face really had been improving since I had started taking those pills the dermatologist gave me. Was it too much to hope that he was the kind of guy who could see inner beauty (and beauty potential)? I knew there had to be guys like that out there, and from what I could tell about Denver, he was probably that kind of guy. Was it so incomprehensible that he could maybe actually like me? A little? When I got home I remembered my argument with Dad in the morning. It seemed strange that I had gotten so upset at him. I had to admit that he was probably justified in being surprised. I wasn't even sure where all that anger had come from suddenly. It just really bugged me that he was always so thrilled about Sophie, like she could do no wrong. I grabbed a pop-tart and started to head out. "Back to the library again?" Leslie called from the living room. "Yeah." "I hope-" she said, coming into the kitchen. "Andli, I hope you don't feel like you have to go study at the library just to get away from me." |
