Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Walking Disaster by Jamie McGuire (Travis's point of view)
Can not wait for this book!
Chapter 8 Teaser
WALKING DISASTER SNIPPET
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Shepley walked out of his bedroom pulling a T-shirt over his
head. His eyebrows pushed together. “Did they just leave?”
“Yeah,” I said absently, rinsing my cereal bowl and dumping
Abby’s leftover oatmeal in the sink. She’d barely touched it.
“Well, what the hell? Mare didn’t even say goodbye.”
“You knew she was going to class. Quit being a cry baby.”
Shepley pointed to his chest. “I’m the cry baby? Do you remember
last night?”
“Shut up.”
“That’s what I thought.” He sat on the couch and slipped on his
sneakers. “Did you ask Abby about her birthday?”
“She didn’t say much, except that she’s not into birthdays.”
“So what are we doing?”
“Throwing her a party.” Shepley nodded, waiting for me to
explain. “I thought we’d surprise her. Invite some of our friends over and have
America take her out for a while.”
Shepley put on his white ball cap, pulling it down so low over
his brows I couldn’t see his eyes. “She can manage that. Anything else?”
“How do you feel about a puppy?”
Shepley laughed once. “It’s not my birthday, bro.”
I walked around the breakfast bar and leaned my hip against the
stool. “I know, but she lives in the dorms. She can’t have a puppy.”
“Keep it here? Seriously? What are we going to do with a dog?”
“I found a Cairn Terrier online. It’s perfect.”
“A what?”
“Pidge is from Kansas. It’s the same kind of dog Dorothy had in
the Wizard of Oz.”
Shepley’s face was blank. “The Wizard of Oz.”
“What? I liked the scarecrow when I was a little kid, shut the
fuck up.”
“It’s going to crap every where, Travis. It’ll bark and whine
and … I don’t know.”
“So does America … minus the crapping.”
Shepley wasn’t amused.
“I’ll take it out and clean up after it. I’ll keep it in my
room. You won’t even know it’s here.”
“You can’t keep it from barking.”
“Think about it. You gotta admit it’ll win her over.”
Shepley smiled. “Is that what this is all about? You’re trying
to win over Abby?”
My brows pulled together. “Quit it.”
His smile widened. “You can get the damn dog…”
I grinned with victory.
“…if you admit you have feelings for Abby.”
I frowned in defeat. “C’mon, man!”
“Admit it,” Shepley said, crossing his arms. What a tool. He was
actually going to make me say it.
I looked to the floor, and everywhere else except Shepley’s smug
ass smile. I fought it for a while, but the puppy was fucking brilliant. Abby
would flip out (in a good way for once), and I could keep it at the apartment.
She’d want to be there every day.
“I like her,” I said through my teeth.
Shepley held his hand to his ear. “What? I couldn’t quite hear
you.”
“You’re an asshole! Did you hear that?”
Shepley crossed his arms. “Say it.”
“I like her, okay?”
“Not good enough.”
“I have feelings for her. I care about her. A lot. I can’t stand
it when she’s not around. Happy?”
“For now,” he said, grabbing his backpack off the floor.
I know you think this world is too dark to even dream in color,but I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight.I’ve seen kites fly in gray skies and they were real close to looking like the sunrise,and sometime it takes the most wounded wings the most broken things to notice how strong the breeze is,how precious the flight.-Andrea Gibson, “The Moon is a Kite”
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