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Chapter 10

“How could I lose her before I even know her? To this dope! This intellectual pea brain! He’ll never care about her the way I do. He will never understand her. But here I am, destined to be, forever, shyboy101.”

The footage is beautiful—Charlie found the first tree in the park to turn completely yellow—and the anguished voice-over is totally believable. Despite his outwardly geeky appearance, he’s a much better actor than I realized.

Too bad I can’t say the same for Josh. The kissing scene felt so awkward. Of course, with Clarissa standing around fixing our hair, and Sonya enlisted to keep people out of the way, it’s not like we were in a romantic situation. When we finally moved toward each other for the big smooch, Josh stuck his tongue into my mouth.

“Uggh! What are you doing?” I turned to Charlie standing in the bushes forty feet away. “Sorry.”

“Just try again,” he shouted.

I gave Josh my sternest look. “Actors don’t actually kiss. They brush lips.”

“Okay, okay. I get it,” Josh mumbled.

“Action!” Charlie called.

Josh moved toward me and we “kissed”—but then I cracked up.

“What now?” Charlie yelled.

“It tickled.”

“You told me to brush your lips,” Josh said.

“Brush, not sweep with a broom!”

We did the scene several more times. The more we “kissed,” the grumpier Sonya got.

“What’s wrong with that last one, Charlie? It looked fine!”

Now, as I watch Park Date in my bedroom, I wonder if I should talk about Sonya to Josh when she’s not around. See what he says. Although honestly, hurt’s written all over that one in capital letters. The dude is way too into himself to be a decent boyfriend to anyone. I’d hate to see Sonya’s heart permanently tattooed.

I click over to the newest comments on the site. It’s hard to get used to complete strangers discussing me.

She’s hot

Not. check out the fat ass.

So sick of boring girls tryin to get publicity. she cnat even dance.

dreamed she was my lab partner

Sleep on, chem turd. She’s mine.

Weirdest of all, though, are the grown men. I picture Cisco staring at his screen.

forgot how god h.s. chicks r