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narrow, with little curls at the end of each one. The canvas is deep blue with swirls of lighter blue fading into the background. The words are black, but after painting them, I go over them with a watered down silvery paint to let them shine. It’s gorgeous and I can’t stop smiling when I sign my name to the bottom corner.
    My phone buzzes again and I grab it, feeling the pitter patter of my heart getting excited about another sale. Only it isn’t a sale, it’s a text from Park. At six in the morning.
    Luckily, I don’t have time to panic and think something terrible has happened this time because his words scroll across the screen the moment I look at the phone.
    Park: I love you. Even though you’re blah about me.
    I smile and look at the time again. Why is he up so freaking early? There’s no way he’s expecting a reply this soon because he knows I sleep as late as possible on my days off. So I figure he’ll be excited to see my reply.
    Me: I love you
    I look at the screen and then quickly type a second text.
    Me: And I’m not blah about you.
    Park: Shit did I wake you?
    Me: Nope.
    Park: Ok. I love you.
    Me: You already said that.
    Park: Just saying it agai n 
    Exhausted from waking up so early and from my spur of the moment painting, I lie back on my bed and hold the phone out so that I can see Park’s picture as my wallpaper. Sometimes, during moments like this, I realize just how much I love that boy. Freaking out about our future and sex and all kinds of other things doesn’t really do anything but stress me out. For now though, I am happy. I love Park and he loves me.
    Without thinking, I call him. He answers on the second ring.
    “Hey baby.” His voice is all throaty and sleepy and it makes me miss him a thousand times more than I already did.
    “Hi,” I say back, sighing into the phone. “I just wanted to call and say I love you.”
    “I’m glad you did. What’s up over there?”
    “Not much,” I say, staring at the ceiling with my legs hanging off the edge of the bed. “I couldn’t sleep so I painted another canvas.”
    “I can’t sleep either. I hate when things are weird between us.”
    I sigh. “Things aren’t weird. I’m the weird one. I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be sorry. Hey, are you doing anything this morning?”
    “No…why?” I ask.
    I can hear Park shuffle around on the other end of the phone. It sounds like he’s getting out of bed and walking somewhere. A door opens. “How about I come pick you up and we get some breakfast?”
    “At six in the morning?”
    “We could come back to my place and fall asleep after.” Even through the phone I know he’s giving me his alluring, ultra-hot gaze. My stomach knots up and my mouth goes dry.
    “Yeah,” I say, sitting up in bed and thinking of something to wear. “That sounds good. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

Chapter 7
     
    Park brings me home around noon and we practice our fabricated story about where we’ve been all morning in the truck. “You’ll say you wanted to get to the donut place first thing in the morning so all the good donuts wouldn’t be gone and I’ll say after we ate, we decided to check out the farmer’s market.” I nod to myself as I come up with this plan while Park drives toward my house. “Mom knows the farmer’s market is open early in the morning and that’s where all the good produce is sold. The place is crap in the afternoon.”
    “Okay but there’s two problems with that story,” he says, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.
    “What’s that?”
    “One, you don’t have any fruit purchases. Do you really think she’d believe that you went to the place with the best blueberries and didn’t buy any?”
    “True,” I say as my shoulders fall. “Maybe I ate them all on the drive back?”
    He shrugs. “Maybe.”
    “What was the second problem?” I ask. The radio starts playing some awful song that sounds like animals trying to kill each other inside of a metal