Anna?"
"Yeah?"
He pauses. "Never mind."
"What?"
"Nothing."
But his tone is definitely not I turn to him, and his eyes are closed. His skin is pale and tired. "What?" I ask again,sitting up. St. Clair opens his eyes, noticing I've moved. He struggles,trying to sit up, too, and I help him. When I pull away, he clutches my hand to stop me.
"I like you," he says.
My body is rigid.
"And I don't mean as a friend."
It feels like I'm swallowing my tongue. "Uh. Um. What about-?" I pull my hand away from his. The weight of her name hangs heavy and unspoken.
"It's not right.It hasn't been right, not since I met you." His eyes close again,and his body sways.
He's drunk. He's just drunk. He's drunk, and he's going through a crisis. There is NO WAY he knows what he's talking about right now. So what do I do? Oh my God, what am I supposed to do?
"Do you like me?" St. Clair asks. And he looks at me with those big brown eyes-which,okay,are a bit red from the drinking and maybe from some crying-and my heart breaks.
But I can't say it out loud, because he's my friend. And friends don't let other friends make drunken declarations and expect them to act upon them the next day.
Then again...it's St. Clair. Beautiful, perfect,wonderful-
And great.That's just great.
He threw up on me.
"Yeah?"
He pauses. "Never mind."
"What?"
"Nothing."
But his tone is definitely not I turn to him, and his eyes are closed. His skin is pale and tired. "What?" I ask again,sitting up. St. Clair opens his eyes, noticing I've moved. He struggles,trying to sit up, too, and I help him. When I pull away, he clutches my hand to stop me.
"I like you," he says.
My body is rigid.
"And I don't mean as a friend."
It feels like I'm swallowing my tongue. "Uh. Um. What about-?" I pull my hand away from his. The weight of her name hangs heavy and unspoken.
"It's not right.It hasn't been right, not since I met you." His eyes close again,and his body sways.
He's drunk. He's just drunk. He's drunk, and he's going through a crisis. There is NO WAY he knows what he's talking about right now. So what do I do? Oh my God, what am I supposed to do?
"Do you like me?" St. Clair asks. And he looks at me with those big brown eyes-which,okay,are a bit red from the drinking and maybe from some crying-and my heart breaks.
But I can't say it out loud, because he's my friend. And friends don't let other friends make drunken declarations and expect them to act upon them the next day.
Then again...it's St. Clair. Beautiful, perfect,wonderful-
And great.That's just great.
He threw up on me.
( Stephanie Perkins )
[ Anna and the French Kiss ]
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