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Show Inside Out, 140 I finally decided that even if my motives for befriending Terra were self-serving at first, it wouldn't be wrong to actually enjoy having her in my life, enjoy the friendship. Especially if I tried really hard to be genuine with her. I promised myself that I would. In English, Terra was busy writing in a notebook and didn't look up. Denver, however, smiled at me and said hi as I squeezed past him. I said hi back. Then he turned around and pulled out his books. That was it. I stared at his back. Terra was sniffling. I looked over at her-was she crying? No, probably just a cold. I sat there through all of class wondering whether to ask Denver about the cd, or make some witty remark about our conversation Friday night. Guys are so bizarre. I've read that they have compartment-style minds, that they think about only one thing at a time, even when they care passionately about other things. It could be that he was just really distracted about the English assignment. Or some other class. It occurred to me that I really didn't know anything about him. Other than the fact that we were kindred spirits, of course. When the bell rang after class, I was desperate. He stood up and started heading down the row. "Hey, Denver," I said. All nonchalant. He turned towards me. He wasn't smiling, just curious. Dang. No getting out of it now. "So did you bring the cd?" I watched his emotions flash across his face. Puzzlement. Thought. Memory. Then, to my fantastic relief, a warm grin washed over |