Chapter 65
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Nathan starts the engine, and the car comes to life with a quiet hum.
As we pull out of the camp, silence descends on us. I realize I finally have what I’ve wanted since we got to this camp–alone time with
Nathan.
But, of course, my nerves are all going haywire, and I can’t bring myself to break the silence.
Get it together, girl. Are you going to be a little shy bitch all your life?
“You-”
“I-”
Nathan and I start and stop talking at the same time.
“Sorry,” I mumble. “What did you want to say?”
He shakes his head. “You go first.”
I’m about to argue when I smack myself internally. He’s literally giving me the floor.
“I wanted to say thank you,” I say in a small voice.
“For what?” Nathan asks with furrowed brows.
“For June. Doctor Penny installed the insulin pump two nights ago.”
A small smile tugs at his lips. “She thanked me already,” he says, and my eyebrows raise. How did June manage to talk to Nathan when i couldn’t get a chance? “Said she loves being bionic.”
I let out a laugh. “She does love it.”
He nods, still smiling. “I’m glad.”
I open my mouth to say something else–something about how freaked he was when she’d had the reaction–but I close it. It’s a silly, unnecessary thing to bring up.
“Um, what did you want to say?” I ask instead.
“Oh, right.” He reaches out and taps on the screen. He opens the Spotify app and his hand drops. “I wanted to ask if you wanted to listen
to music.”
“Oh…sure.”
He gestures to the screen. “Choose what you want.”
It’s such a casual request, but my heart skips a beat. I can’t believe I’m in a car with Nathan Ashford, about to share music.
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Feeling very self–conscious, I lean towards the screen.
A small smile spreads on my lips when I see Nathan’s playlist. I recognize almost every artist on his playlist, and butterflies explode in my belly for the ridiculous reason that we have the same taste in music.
A small squeal escapes me when I see a particular album. “You listen to AJR?” I ask in delight.
Nathan smiles at me. “You know them?”
I nod. “They’re literally my favorite band.”
He chuckles and nods to the screen. “Play them then.” I tap on the first song and lean back into my seat as the melody starts to play.
“Remember when we all got drunk, I ended up with two broke thumbs. Oh my God I felt so dumb, lucky me.”
My eyes widen as I turn to Nathan, who’s singing along with the song.
During all the years I knew–and crushed heavily on–him, I gathered a lot of things about him. I knew he was smart, talented, popular, and could speak many languages, but I never knew he could sing.
Nathan glances at me, and his lips twitch at my obvious surprise. “Am I the only one in this singalong?”
Still staring at him, awestruck, my lips start to move. “When all is going wrong and you’re scared as hell…”
Nathan grins. “What’you gonna do, who you gonna tell?”
“Maybe a hundred bad days make a hundred good stories,” we chorus. “A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties.”
The moment is surreal. If someone had told high school April that she would one day be in a car with Nathan Ashford on a road trip. belting along to one of her favorite songs, she would have called immediate bullshit.
But here I am, the butterflies in my stomach making me feel dizzy, and it feels like nothing can ruin this perfect, perfect moment.
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