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Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Step 1: The Meet Cute
  4. Saturday, May 26
  5. Sunday, May 27
  6. Monday, May 28
  7. Step 2: The Hand of Destiny
  8. Thursday, May 31
  9. Step 3: The Invitation
  10. Step 4: The Consultation (aka The First Date)
  11. Saturday, June 2
  12. Step 5: The Trip (aka The Fall Part 1)
  13. Sunday, June 3
  14. Step 6: The Hesitation
  15. Step 7: The Tether
  16. Monday, June 11
  17. Step 8: The Fall
  18. Wednesday, June 20
  19. Friday, June 22
  20. Step 9: The Catch
  21. Monday, June 25
  22. Tuesday, June 26
  23. Wednesday, June 27
  24. Sunday, July 1
  25. Step 10: The Release
  26. Monday, July 2
  27. Monday, July 2
  28. Wednesday, July 4
  29. Wednesday, July 4
  30. Thursday, July 5
  31. Step 11: The Gesture
  32. Saturday, July 28
  33. Sunday, July 29
  34. Step 12: The Happily Ever After
  35. Friday, August 3
  36. Friday, August 10
  37. Acknowledgments
  38. About the Author
  39. Back Ad
  40. Books by Emery Lee
  41. Praise for Meet Cute Diary
  42. 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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Undeadandunsurprised asked: Hey, Noah! How are you and Drew doing? Will you be posting more to the Diary soon? I really miss seeing it on my dashboard. Thanks!

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.