Chapters (42)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Step 1: The Meet Cute
- Saturday, May 26
- Sunday, May 27
- Monday, May 28
- Step 2: The Hand of Destiny
- Thursday, May 31
- Step 3: The Invitation
- Step 4: The Consultation (aka The First Date)
- Saturday, June 2
- Step 5: The Trip (aka The Fall Part 1)
- Sunday, June 3
- Step 6: The Hesitation
- Step 7: The Tether
- Monday, June 11
- Step 8: The Fall
- Wednesday, June 20
- Friday, June 22
- Step 9: The Catch
- Monday, June 25
- Tuesday, June 26
- Wednesday, June 27
- Sunday, July 1
- Step 10: The Release
- Monday, July 2
- Monday, July 2
- Wednesday, July 4
- Wednesday, July 4
- Thursday, July 5
- Step 11: The Gesture
- Saturday, July 28
- Sunday, July 29
- Step 12: The Happily Ever After
- Friday, August 3
- Friday, August 10
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Back Ad
- Books by Emery Lee
- Praise for Meet Cute Diary
- About the Publisher
Which actually doesn’t sound like the worst idea, but I can’t think of anything related to the camp that isn’t super generic. Besides, this isn’t eir first summer at the camp. E might think of anything else before e thinks of me, and that just leaves me feeling sad.
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I end up ordering Devin’s gift online last minute and paying almost twenty bucks in express shipping. I do a sloppy job of wrapping it with some tacky Santa Claus wrapping paper Brian’s got tucked away, and eventually decide to go to Target and just buy a bag and stuff it with tissue paper.
Friday morning, I show up to work early with everything shaking. It’s not just because I’m pretty sure my gift is mediocre and Devin’s gonna hate it, but also because I can’t stop thinking about what Brian said. How much am I going to regret it if I let the day go by without telling em how I feel? Even if I only have three weeks left in Denver, will I spend the rest of my life wondering what those three weeks could’ve been?
I think a part of me hoped our last week together would be enough to make my feelings waver. You know, being face-to-face with my own mortality, I’d realize relationships are pointless, and I’m better off just finding a random hookup in California.
Instead, my feelings have only gotten stronger, and every time I look at em, I feel like my heart is gonna tear right out of my chest.
And it’s not like I didn’t have any opportunities to tell em before today. Between cleaning and prepping in the mornings and lunch, I’ve basically had an infinite number of chances, but every time I opened my mouth, I ended up spouting any random garbage that brought me away from my feelings. And yeah, now today’s my last chance, and there’s an ever-increasing possibility I’ll screw this up too.
I drop my gift off in the office before heading to the rehearsal hall. I’m tired as hell because I haven’t had my coffee yet, but I wanted to get in before Devin. I spent the night googling up some cute Christmas decorations—because even with Devin’s tutorial, I knew there was no way I’d be able to draw something halfway decent on my own—and I want to hang them up before e gets in.