When I open the door to his truck, I’m struck immediately by the smell of pizza. He’s wearing his glasses—which I love—and when I see him I’m suddenly shy, remembering everything that happened between us. What’s funny is I don’t really feel any different after having sex with Andrew. It turns out losing your virginity is kind of like having a birthday. No one can tell just by looking at you if you’re seventeen or eighteen, if you’ve slept with one person or ten or no one at all. I thought having sex would magically change me, but Andrew didn’t turn me into the girl I am now. I did that all on my own.

“I brought you breakfast,” Andrew says, holding a pizza box in my direction.

“It’s morning,” I say back. But I climb in beside him and open the box, toasting my slice of pepperoni against his.

“Should I have asked for mushrooms?” he asks. “I heard you like those now.”

“Shut up.” I shove him with my shoulder.

He’s grinning and adorable. “You know, I never would have guessed that between us, you’d be the felon.”

“You still have time,” I say, my grin matching his. “Don’t count yourself out.”

“You’re right. I’ve got way too much time this summer to get up to no good now that I’m out a job.”

“But you didn’t pull the alarm! Your uncle can’t blame you for what I did.”

“I’m an accessory to the crime, remember?”

“Speaking of accessories,” I say with a wicked smile, “any chance you can get your hands on a fireman uniform?”

“If you wanted me to do a sexy fireman dance for you, you should have thought of it before you pissed off the whole Prescott fire department.” He picks a pepperoni off his slice and pops it into his mouth. “I’ve been thinking of telling my parents I’m not a vegan, actually. It seems like the right time, you know, while everyone’s so mad at you.”

I laugh, leaning over to kiss him. “I guess love makes you do crazy things.” At the word love, his smile gets even wider and I see his cheeks redden. It still doesn’t feel real. We love each other. He’s mine and I’m his. That’s worth seven hundred dollars.

Graduation comes a week later, out on the field at school, under a big white tent. Hannah, Andrew, and I go together, piled into Hannah’s Jeep with the old wrappers and the trash bags, just like always. I was worried things might be weird now between the three of us, now that two of us are dating—but the thing is, as Hannah puts it, nothing has changed at all. “You and Andrew have been dating since sixth grade,” she told me, waving my concerns away when I asked.