that he wants to lick my ass, and doubly your fault for him thinking that I'm going to prom with him."
"Oh, he would have found a chance to ask you without me—I really just wanted to watch your face," he chuckled. I would have been angrier if his laughter wasn't so amazing. "If I'd asked you, would you have turned me down?" he asked, still laughing to himself.
"Probably not," I admitted. "But I would have canceled later—faked an illness or sprained an ankle."
He was puzzled. "Why would you do that?"
I shook my head sadly. "You've never seen me in Gym, I guess, but I would have thought you would understand."
"Are you referring to the fact that you can't walk across a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip over and smack that face against?"
"Obviously."
"That wouldn't be a problem." He was very confident. "It's all in the leading." He threw some light punches in the air and duck and wove. I wasn't sure what he thought he was doing, but he cut me off before I could protest. "But you never told me—are you resolved on going to Seattle, or do you mind if we do something... different."
As long as the "we" part was in, I didn't care about anything else.
"I'm open to alternatives," I allowed. "But I do have a favor to ask."
He looked wary, as he always did when I asked an open-ended favor. "What?"
"Can I drive?"
He frowned. "Why? You know how much I love to drive."

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