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I hope I'm counting right...this should be the twelfth chapter.
Anyway, happy new year!

[ALEK’S POV]

She chose me. Me. After all the guys she said no to, she said yes to me.
I knew I hadn’t heard her wrong when she thought she loves me. Okay, okay, I thought I did, but I was wrong.
Because she does.
After the movie, Nami and I went to a coffee shop. She told me she didn’t like coffee, so she got a muffin instead. We sat at a table secluded from the others, and talked about Halloween plans. Nami wasn’t planning on dressing up, but I convinced her otherwise. And then I suggested we do a group outing: my sisters, her and her brothers and me.
“Sounds fun,” she said, picking at her muffin. She wasn’t eating it.
“Are you okay?” I asked. She looked up briefly at me, then down at the muffin again.
“Yeah, fine,” she mumbled. Die, muffin, die, she thought. I’m such an idiot. Nami was anything but fine, it seemed.
“I never did ask you, Alek. How did you get your hair straight?”
“It’s naturally straight. It just gets curly when I let it air dry and don’t brush it,” I said.
“Oh.” Yep, I’m an idiot. I can’t even look at him. Or make decent conversation. I bet Emily could do better.
“What’s wrong, Nami?” I asked.
“I’m fine, I said,” she snapped. Apologize, Stupid! “Sorry.” I smiled.
“It’s fine. Am I making you uncomfortable?” I asked. Nami’s head snapped up to look at me, her eyes wide.
“No! Why would you say that?” she gasped. Why would you say that? Of course you don’t! Anything but uncomfortable! I can actually be myself around you…well, except now.
“You’re destroying your muffin,” I said, pointing to it. Nami glanced down at it. I guess I am…she thought.
“I didn’t really want it,” she said quietly, biting her lip.
I wanted to kiss those lips so badly that I could almost taste it. I knew I shouldn’t, though, because it might upset Nami. Still, there was the chance that it didn’t…
On impulse, I leaned across the table and pressed my lips against Nami’s, and just as quickly sat back down.
Oh…whoa. That was unexpected. Sure didn’t see it coming. Wow, she thought, staring at the table. Her face turned red, and she giggled. Oh, wow, does this mean that he loves me, too? I hope so…
I wanted to answer her. Yes, Nami, I do. But I didn’t. Instead, I sat back and smiled. Nami began warring with herself. Say something! she thought, but only giggled again. And I know, this is mean, but it was entertaining to listen to her argue with herself. He kissed me…I can’t believe he kissed me…C’mon, Nami! Form coherent sentences!

Nami’s so picky sometimes. She told me that I can’t be a CIA agent because of the stud in my lip and that I’m not scary-looking enough. I guess I’ll have to find another use for my dad’s old tux…
Anyway, Nami is going to dress as a French maid. She looked about ready to kill me when I suggested it. We were standing outside of the costume shop.
“It’ll be fun,” I said.
She glared at me. For once, I was glad I wasn’t tuned into her thoughts.
“Just try one on.” Nami sighed and followed me into the store.
It wasn’t as bad as we thought it would be. I was sure her dad would be okay with it.
“Very nice,” I commented.
“I look like a whore,” she declared bluntly, folding her arms.
“I think it’s nice.”
“‘Nice’, meaning I look like a ten-dollar prostitute.”
“Nami, don’t be that way.”
“What way?”
Okay, I’ll admit. The outfit was a bit out there. The skirt was of decent length, but the top was a different story. Nuns would go into cardiac arrest if they saw Nami within fifty feet of a Catholic school with the kind of cleavage she was showing. And monks would break all of their vows.
Nami kept glowering at me.
I hugged her, and I felt her heartbeat speed up against my chest. Which meant that she was blushing. That was good…I think.
Nami bought the outfit.
Which means I get to be her butler.
Halloween night ought to be interesting.

[END POV]