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glanced at me briefly and smiled.
                  “It’s fine.  Dylan can be a jerk sometimes.  And I like the pink.  Blue was cool too though.”
                  “Thanks. So, I’m Nellie and you’re Owen. Right?”
                  “Yeah. And it was me that dropped Amber off after the party.  That’s how I know the way. ”
                  He turned into my complex and pulled into a parking space and shut off the engine. We both sat still and silent fo r a long time.  I was sure the heat waves that flowed between us could be seen by anyone and everyone.  It was stifling.
                  “So, I’d better go.” I whispered.
                  “So soon?” he whispered back.
                  “What?” I heard him clearly but I wanted to be sure.
                  “I’ll um—I’ll get your bag.” He unlocked the door.
                  He carried my bag to my apartment and as I opened the door I was compelled not to let him go yet. 
                  “Are you hungry? I’m starving and I,” was babbling.
                  “Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.”
                  “Yeah, come on.  We’ll order pizza.”
                  “Ok.”
                  He came in after me and closed and locked the door like he belonged here.  And I wish he did belong here.
                  “What toppings?” I shouted to him from the kitchen as I was on the phone with the pizza joint.
                  “Whatever.  I’ll eat anything.”
                  I remembered him eating gobs of food at the diner and smiled.
                  “Ok.”
                  I ordered two pizzas with everything and two orders of cheesy bread .
                  I entered the living room and he was still standing in the same spot and his face was completely white.  I looked around to see what the problem was but didn’t see anything alarming.
                  “What’s wrong?” I laughed a little because this big guy was obviously scared of something.
                 

12. Owen
     
                  I heard her asking what was wrong with me but how could I tell her? 
                  “I, um, I’m just nervous.”  And apparently I’m a big pansy.
                  “Why?”
                  She sat on the couch and patted the seat next to her. I sat, stiff as could be and let out a huge breath.
                  “Well, I’ve tried to get your attention in class and ended up asking you for gum.”
                  She giggled at that and it made me relax to hear her laugh, even at my expense.
                  “And then this morning I may have chased you out of the diner forgetting to pay my bill.   I probably would’ve gotten picked up for petty theft. I don’t know.  It’s kinda surreal being here. ”
                  Now she was really laughing.  Then she threw her head back and as she did she winced and groaned, but never stopped laughing. 
                  “ Ow , that hurts.” She stopped and stretched this way and that.
                  “I’m glad my stalking is entertaining you.”
                  “I’m just glad you found me.  You are way to pretty for prison.”
                  The doorbell rang and she got up slowly and went to her purse to get money I assumed.
                  “Hey, I’ve got this.” I took out my wallet and opened the door and paid the delivery guy. 
                  I turned to her with questions written all over my face about the amount of food she had ordered.
                  “So, yeah, I saw you at the diner way before you saw me.  You