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Langston smiles. “Isn’t that what couples do?”
“Not always in public. Some people don’t like PDA.”
“But we’re putting on a show, and we need it to be convincing. My mom can sniff out lies like a bloodhound. After raising five boys, she’s become quite the expert.”
I laugh. “You guys did put her through a lot growing up, so it’s no surprise.”
“We broke so many things in the house and blamed them on each other.”
I shake my head with a smile. “Typical boys. Ronnie tried to do that to me too, but our parents always believed me.”
“And sometimes it was you,” Langston pointed out. “More often than not.”
I keep a straight face. “Whatever. I was a perfect angel growing up. I never broke any rules.”
“Oh right. Like the time your mom said all the cookies were for the ladies at the knitting club, and you ate most of them and then blamed it on Ronnie and me.”
“I’m sure you’re remembering that wrong. I wouldn’t have done such a thing,” I tease.
“And the stomachache you were complaining about for the rest of the day or the fact that you wouldn’t touch your dinner had nothing to do with it?”
I smack him on the arm playfully. “How do you remember all this stuff?”
“I remember everything.”
“I’m not so sure that’s a good thing,” I say.
“Why? Because it means you can’t try to rewrite the past to your benefit?” He’s laughing now, and I join him. He knows me all too well.
“I would never do that…”
“Sure, little Miss Innocent,” Langston says. “So, back to the PDA stuff. What will it be? Holding hands? Kissing?”
“Fine. If the situation arises that we need to kiss, then we can. But it has to be something simple, like a kiss on the cheek.”
“On the cheek? They’re not going to buy that.”
“Fine,” I relent. “A quick peck on the lips.”
Langston grins at me. “And holding hands too?”
“Of course,” I say. “So, when will our first date be?”
“Can I get back to you on that?”
“Yes. But you’re being weird.”
“I just have a crazy idea, that’s all. And it needs to be big if we’re going to convince everyone that we’re actually dating. We’ll report back to them and everything.”
I laugh. “Okay.”
“But I’m thinking it will involve a flight to Atlanta, so you’ll want to clear your entire day.”
“I don’t see why it needs to be such a big ordeal. We could go to the coffee shop or something.”
“Do you want to convince your mom that we’re together or not?”
“I think she’ll see right through whatever you have planned.”
“Not always in public. Some people don’t like PDA.”
“But we’re putting on a show, and we need it to be convincing. My mom can sniff out lies like a bloodhound. After raising five boys, she’s become quite the expert.”
I laugh. “You guys did put her through a lot growing up, so it’s no surprise.”
“We broke so many things in the house and blamed them on each other.”
I shake my head with a smile. “Typical boys. Ronnie tried to do that to me too, but our parents always believed me.”
“And sometimes it was you,” Langston pointed out. “More often than not.”
I keep a straight face. “Whatever. I was a perfect angel growing up. I never broke any rules.”
“Oh right. Like the time your mom said all the cookies were for the ladies at the knitting club, and you ate most of them and then blamed it on Ronnie and me.”
“I’m sure you’re remembering that wrong. I wouldn’t have done such a thing,” I tease.
“And the stomachache you were complaining about for the rest of the day or the fact that you wouldn’t touch your dinner had nothing to do with it?”
I smack him on the arm playfully. “How do you remember all this stuff?”
“I remember everything.”
“I’m not so sure that’s a good thing,” I say.
“Why? Because it means you can’t try to rewrite the past to your benefit?” He’s laughing now, and I join him. He knows me all too well.
“I would never do that…”
“Sure, little Miss Innocent,” Langston says. “So, back to the PDA stuff. What will it be? Holding hands? Kissing?”
“Fine. If the situation arises that we need to kiss, then we can. But it has to be something simple, like a kiss on the cheek.”
“On the cheek? They’re not going to buy that.”
“Fine,” I relent. “A quick peck on the lips.”
Langston grins at me. “And holding hands too?”
“Of course,” I say. “So, when will our first date be?”
“Can I get back to you on that?”
“Yes. But you’re being weird.”
“I just have a crazy idea, that’s all. And it needs to be big if we’re going to convince everyone that we’re actually dating. We’ll report back to them and everything.”
I laugh. “Okay.”
“But I’m thinking it will involve a flight to Atlanta, so you’ll want to clear your entire day.”
“I don’t see why it needs to be such a big ordeal. We could go to the coffee shop or something.”
“Do you want to convince your mom that we’re together or not?”
“I think she’ll see right through whatever you have planned.”
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