The Heartbroken - S01 E114

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The Heartbroken - S01 E114

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 114

“Yeah.”

“What do I look like,

then?”

I narrowed my eyes,

pretending to study

him. “Like… somebody

just stepped on your

foot.”

“Ah.” A grin broke out of

his face, wide and dorky

and goofy, like

everything that is and

ever will be Seth

Everett. “Quite

accurate.”

And this time, looking

at that grin of his, I

really meant it when I

thought of the words

be still, my heart.

I hadn’t ever really

noticed how loud a

bunch of girls can be

when they’re together

in a confined space until

we dropped Aly, Lily,

and Hail off at the bus

stop. The car was

immediately plunged

into silence in the

absence of random girly

discussions, which I

enjoyed mostly because

of Seth’s obvious

cringing at some topics.

I especially enjoyed the

talk we had about

puberty, sharing our

“first menstrual period”

stories. Seth looked like

he was ready to jump

out of the car the

moment the word

“ovary” was mentioned.

It was hilarious.

The silence seemed

more obvious as we

drove away from the

bus stop. A smile made

its way to my lips when

I noticed Seth’s obvious

relief the moment we

got rid of them.

“Don’t get me wrong,”

he said, “I love them

and all, but I don’t

appreciate the free

lesson about the best

tampon brand to use.”

I arched an eyebrow,

amused. “I heard guys

use tampons, too.”

“What?” he literally half-

screeched the word in

surprise.

“It helps with

nosebleeds for when

they get into fights.”

I didn’t know it was

possible for his scowl to

deepen further until it

did. “Why the hell would

people do that?”

I shrugged. “They’re

really absorbent?”

“I would really

appreciate it if we

stopped talking about

this.”

“How about menstrual

cramps, then?”

The poor guy looked

tortured. I laughed at

the horrified expression

on his face. Seth was

so different from most

guys that I sometimes

forget the fact that he

was still a guy after all.

I shook my head at him

and dug the Mayday

Parade album from

yesterday out of the

glove compartment.

He looked over just as I

inserted the disc. “You

like them?”

“I love them!” I

exclaimed, making him

laugh.

“Well, that’s definitely a

first,” he commented.

“First what?”

“First time you didn’t try

to deny anything.” He

even risked a

momentary glance at

me just so he could

show me his trademark

smirk before looking

back at the road.

I chose to ignore his

little comment and

fumbled with the

stereo, skipping the

other songs to listen to

that one song–If You

Wanted a Song Written

About You, All You Had

to Do was Ask. I love

how their song titles

are long and unique.

“Do you really think I’m

in denial?” I asked him,

fighting the urge to

facepalm myself for

the stupid question.

Even I wonder about

my mental state

sometimes. “Don’t

answer that.”

Seth, being Seth,

ignored the last part

and answered, “I just

think you don’t like

getting into terms with

your feelings, so you

avoid them completely.”

I made a face, thinking

of shoving my fist into

my mouth to stop

myself from saying

something like That’s

not true, which made

the whole in denial thing

easier to point out. “Like

how?”

“Why don’t we start

with you admitting that

you think I’m

awesome?” he said.

It turned out to be

really difficult not to

say Because I don’t

think you are. I clamped

my mouth shut and

swallowed the words.

“Come on. Say it,” he

coaxed. “‘Seth Everett,

you are an awesome

friend and you also

happen to be

unbelievably sexy and

undeniably attractive.'”