Page 8 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“That boy in your polaroids looks nothing like the guy in the movies,” Casey says, arms still locked across her torso.
Mom chuckles with exhaustion. “It’s the same boy. Now, you two, move it back upstairs. I’ll get you tucked back into bed.”
“We need another story,” Callum says, staring me down.
“I need to pack,” I protest.
Casey glares at me. “You’re leaving us. We’re owed another story.”
Mission accomplished. Crater-sized headache.
“Mom, I’ll take them upstairs. I have a quick story I can read.”
“No, a long one,” the twins whine in unison.
“Oh my gosh,” I say in exhaustion. “Would you two just get your butts upstairs?”
The twins hightail it upstairs, and Mom and Dad move into the living room, discussing the enormity of our recent phone call.
As I move upstairs, the adrenaline resurfaces mixed with a heavy serve of ick. I’m beyond excited to see Wyatt, but my excitement feels obscene, considering how he’s struggling. My knees weaken on every step up, and my stomach cramps.
Is he excited to see me? Is he scared? Does he remember everything from the past, or is his memory patchy?
My heart works overtime, and I force myself to level out my breathing. Getting worked up won’t help Wyatt. I need to settle these nerves so I don’t freak him out. They want me there to help his recovery.
A smile tingles on my lips.
Oh my gosh.
I actually get to see Wyatt tomorrow.
I don’t think this will ever sink in.
Hurriedly, I text Kylie.“Wyatt’s manager just called and said Wyatt wants to see me. They’re arranging a flight.”
“Josie!” the twins yell from their bedroom.
“Coming!” I yell back, opening the Docs app on my phone.
It is super cute the twins love hearing the short stories I write. Callum is always delighted by anything he hears, but Casey is a harsh critic. She definitely helps me tweak and perfect my story plots. But when I need an ego boost, I bring Callum over to my laptop in secret.
I have a new story that’s only a page and a half long. I can already hear Casey telling me to beef it out, but right now, I just need to get to the end so I can pack my bag. The story has some spooky elements, which has Callum pulling his bed covers up to his chin. Casey sits on edge, listening to every word.
When I drop the cliffhanger ending, They both lie stiff as a board and speechless.
Ahhhh.
Peace at last.
“Guys, I’ll be home soon, I promise,” I whisper, moving to the doorway. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” they reply in unison.
My heart swells as I leave for my bedroom. Okay, sometimes they’re not complete devils.
Before I get to my bedroom door, the front doorbell rings. Jitters course through my body, picturing Erika or her assistant at our front door. Could they possibly be here to pick me up already?
Oh crap. Was Dad right? Was it some kind of elaborate scam?
