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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
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  41. Acknowledgments
  42. About the Author
  43. Books by Ciara Smyth
  44. Back Ad
  45. About the Publisher

People change though. Maybe when they first met they weren’t right for each other, but after experience and time, they grew together. I mean some people get married, divorce, and then years later get married again. Anything is possible.

SAOIRSE

Didn’t know you were such a romantic.

LORD OF THE FLIES, OLIVER QUINN

I’m a man of hidden depths.

SAOIRSE

So why don’t you have a girlfriend then?

LORD OF THE FLIES, OLIVER QUINN

I don’t know. No one has ever really seen me that way I think. I’m the party guy, not the boyfriend guy.

SAOIRSE

I think you’ll make a good boyfriend someday.

LORD OF THE FLIES, OLIVER QUINN

Because of my dashing good looks and honed lovemaking skills?

SAOIRSE

No, because of your cool car and vault full of gold coins.

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2.   One person teaches the other a skill (as seen in Say Anything . . ., Imagine Me & You).

One of the unchecked boxes on our list was for one of us to teach the other a skill. You know, like how the sporty character (the man usually) gets behind the adorably clumsy character (the woman, obvs) and helps her swing a golf club. Or the rich cultured one brings the average Joe one to the theater and teaches them to appreciate the beauty of the opera. We discovered that neither of us was the sporty one, unless you counted Ruby’s gymnast past, and I was not going to attempt headstands. Neither of us was rich or cultured either. In fact, we were two distinctly unskilled people with no great talents in life. No penchant for oil painting or the violin or singing or even computer games or podcasting or making zombie-themed zines, basically anything that makes a character quirky and interesting.

“Do you think we’re just two really boring people?” I lamented over the tub of melting vanilla ice cream I held limply in my hand. We were on a picnic blanket on the sand, in the fading evening light, me on my stomach, Ruby on her bum with her knees pulled into her chest. The thrum of people packing up their beach bags and kids for the day played in the background.

“Of course we’re not,” Ruby said, shaking her head. “You always jump to the worst possible conclusion.”

“Are you sure? We’re both eating vanilla ice cream,” I pointed out. “I’ve never even tried most of the other flavors.”

“Well, technically I’m eating the ice cream.”

I looked across at her and then down at my hands. She’d stolen my ice cream without me noticing.

“Thief,” I said, reaching for my tub back.

“No way. You were letting it melt.”

“Fine.” I gave up. “I must have some kind of skill or hobby. I . . . I can . . . um . . . nope. I’ve got nothing.”

“Same,” Ruby agreed, cheerfully licking the spoon.

“But we’re not boring?”

“No. We’re normal.”