The Summer I Turned Pretty - "Last Dance" 3.05
I just feel like I'm... I'm carrying all of this by myself, you know, and I'm doing all of this alone. Then, fսck it, we're going to Michaels. Seriously? I thought you said you had to go home. Yeah. The roof will be there tomorrow, and these coupons expire. Let's go, let's pillage corporate America. Okay. Okay.
I'm so fսckеd.
We'll Always Have Summer, “Conrad” Chapter 33
"I’d been doing a pretty good job of making myself scarce, but I happened to be home that Friday afternoon when, out of nowhere, Belly needed me. She was sitting on the living room floor with that stupid binder, papers all around her. She looked freaked out, stressed. She had that worried grimace on her face, the look she’d get when she was working on a math problem and she couldn’t figure it out. “Jere’s stuck in city traffic,” she said, blowing her hair out of her face. “I told him to leave earlier. I really needed his help today.” “What did you need him to do?”
“We were gonna go to Michaels. You know, that craft store?” Drily, I said, “I can’t say I’ve ever been to a Michaels before.” I hesitated, then added, “But if you want, I’ll go with you.” “Really? Because I’m picking up some heavy stuff today. The store’s all the way over in Plymouth, though.” “Sure, no problem,” I said, feeling inexplicably gratified to be lifting heavy stuff. We took her car because it was bigger. She drove. I’d only ever ridden with her a few times. This side of her was new to me. Assured, confident. She drove fast, but she was still in control. I liked it. I found myself sneaking peeks at her, and I had to force myself to cool it."
