Page 51 of Intermission
Except for realz, no boys aloud. (still Jenna, btw)
Noah:
But I’m being very quiet.
Faith:
???
Noah:
You said ‘no boys ALOUD’
Noah:
I think you meant: “allowed”
Faith:
No wonder she likes you. Nerd.
Noah:
I like her, too.
I quickly text back.
Faith:
Me again. Faith. I should probably sign off.
Noah:
Break is almost over, anyway. Have a good night with Jenna.
Noah:
…but I’m still missing your smile.
Faith:
Right back atcha.
“Oh, geez. Your face.Staaahp. What did he say now?” Jenna holds out her palm. “Lemme see.”
“Don’t worry. We’re finished.” Still grinning like a crazy-for-Noah fool, I give her my phone. “Only unattainable British boy band boys for the rest of the night.”
“About time!”
Jenna and I have been best friends since third grade, and although we have less and less in common as the years go by, we will always have “our boys.”
“It never gets old, does it?”
“Nope. Never.” Jenna grins.
We watch the movie in silence for a while, occasionally singing along. I’m used to Jenna’s pitch issues. I actually find them kind of endearing.
“So... about Noah,” she says when one of our lesser-favorite songs comes on. “Would you say you’ve finally found your own personal Harry Styles? Or is he more like Niall? Or Liam, maybe? Liam seems like he would make an excellent boyfriend. Please don’tsay he’s a Louis, though. I don’t want to have to fight you. Louis is mine.”
