Kissing in Cars (Kiss and Make Up #1)(60)

"Wait. Was that a baseball reference?"

I roll my eyes at him. "Don't be an ass. You know what I meant."





WESTON


Yeah. I know what she means, but clearly I am trying to divert her attention. She's fixated on being pissed at me, and it sucks. "Sorry. I'm not trying to be an ass on purpose. Sometimes it just happens..."

"Yeah, well, I guess that's why we aren't friends anymore."

Ouch, that hurt.

Molly cocks an eyebrow at stares at me, a challenge being lobbed across the table at full force. I grab onto it and volley back, "I wouldn't be sitting here groveling if I didn't want to be friends." I stress the word friends, hoping my tone is suggestive.

"I wouldn't exactly call what you're doing groveling. If that's what this is, it's pretty pathetic." She takes another bite of noodles and chews slowly.

I really don't think Molly has a clue how hard it was for me to come over here. Especially with a table of my friends nearby, who have turned into spectators and whom with a quick glance I can see watching us intently. So even though I'm sitting here making wise-cracks, my stomach is in knots and my palms are sweaty.

I wipe them on my jeans and take a deep breath. "You're that wind that swept me off my feet, Say we made it through the storm, here comes the sun here comes the rain."

For a few moments Molly just sits and stares at me with a really confused look on her face. Then, as if a light goes off inside her head, she launches her body to the corner of the booth and begins laughing her ass off, gasping for breath. "Oh my God," she eventually pants. "You did not just quote Bridget Mendler!"

My face gets bright read and because I'm embarrassed, it feels like she is practically shouting. "Would you please keep your voice down? People are listening." And by people, I mean my dickhead friends who would never in a million years let me forget something like quoting a boy band to earn forgiveness from a girl.

"Say more, say more. Please," Molly begs.

"Oh great, I'm really glad you think it's so freaking hilarious. Well guess what smart ass, it's not. It's how I feel." I cross my arms indignantly as she watches me, studying my face with a scrunched up mouth. Then, just when I think she's going to drop the subject - or at least take pity on me - Molly busts out in hysterics a second time. In fact, she's laughing so hard I'm pretty sure there are actual tears coming out of her eyes. For about five more minutes I sit here seething and silently wishing I had kept my mouth.

I could seriously curse the fact that I've taken dating advice from Kendall. Of all people. In fact, what was it she said to me as I was leaving the house this afternoon? "Girls like when you say mushy stuff to them Wes, like movie quotes and junk. They think it's romantic. Here, take this CD and listen to it. It has some super good material."

That 'super good material' happened to be her new Bridget Mendler CD. And, being the good brother that I am, I considered it my duty to at least give it a listen. Like I said, I'm an idiot for taking advice from an eleven year old. Especially from one with a peculiar delight in making me look like the world's biggest ass in public.

Across from me, Molly is wiping her eyes and grinning at me, which I take as a good sign. At least she's not trying to stab me with her butter knife or crafting a voodoo doll of me in her free time.

"In my defense, that was all Kendall's idea," I finally say, picking up the paper napkin on my tray and begin ripping off the end pieces.

"You went to Kendall for help?" Molly tilts her head and studies me. Her eyes go a little soft around the edges as she says, "Aw, that's kind of sweet... in a totally weird sort of way. I mean, come on Weston, she's eleven. Of course she's going have you listening to some star from Good Luck, Charlie. Heck, you're lucky she didn't have you listening to something like One Direction or Dog With a Blog - now that would have been an embarrassing train wreck."

"Thanks a lot. Thank you. As if I wasn't aware of that."

"Well, than why... would you..."

Interrupting her I say, "Listen Molly. If taking advice from my little sister - someone who really likes you and wants us to be... um, together... and she tells me to quote lyrics from boy bands to you. Well. That's what I'm going to do. Because I'm that serious. I want to try again, and I want this to work."





MOLLY


I study Weston for a few seconds, my heart beating out of my chest. Okay. He's definitely got my attention with all this 'wanting to try again and make this work' talk. "So what other advice did Kendall give you? You know, since you brought it up and all..."

Weston takes a minute to think and a slow grin almost lights up his face. But then he glances over his shoulder across the restaurant to where his friends sit watching us with intense interest, and a disdainful scowl mars his handsome face as he shoots a look in their direction for good measure before focusing his attention back on me (and for the record, his friends clearly don't give a crap, because they're at their table laughing like a pack of hyenas, one guy laughing louder than the next).

He clears his throat and grins again in the cutest, almost bashful way. "She overheard me talking to my dad the other day and cornered me in the hallway last night when she was supposed to be in bed." Weston grins at the memory. "She actually had it all written out on a sheet of paper. So besides the advice about singing you a song - aren't you glad I spared you having to listen to me sing? She also suggested the following: writing you a love poem. Let's see, what else. Throwing rocks at your bedroom window in the middle of the night. Decorating your locker with rose petals."