She was in love. Real love. Love with Joe. And - Oh My God - was she scared. She never felt like this before. She knew it was love. It had to be.
She skipped home from school. Odd for a fifteen-year-old, wouldn't you think? She sang, "J-O-E," skip:skip:skip. "J-O-E," skip:skip:skip. An old woman carrying groceries stared at her. "J-O-E," skip:skip:skip. Nothing mattered to her now, because she had J-O-E.
Well, she didn't really have him. Not yet, anyway.
But almost.
And almost was enough to keep her going.
"J-O-E," skip:skip:skip.
She skipped the rest of the way home.
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