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age?” Aidan asked in amazement, snapping me out of my reminiscing.
    I twirled him around again. The kid was actually a pretty good dancer, even though he was more focused on what I was saying than what our feet were doing.
    â€œNo, definitely not that long,” I said. “We stayed in touch for a little while after camp ended. Trevor’s family lived only about half an hour away then, so we even got together a couple of times. But then his family moved out of state, and we lost touch.”
    â€œOh.” He looked confused. “But he’s your boyfriend now?”
    â€œYeah, we found each other online a few months ago.” Once again I couldn’t help drifting into the familiar but still delicious memories of that day. “True Romance” had just hit number one on the charts, and I was on my favorite music message board talking about it when one of the other members—one I’d chatted with lots of times about other cool bands—said he was a guitarist whose band had done a cover of the song. He posted a video link, and when I played it, I recognized the guitarist immediately. It was Trevor! He was taller than the last time I’d seen him, of course, and much cuter, with floppy dark hair and contact lenses instead of the wire-rimmed glasses he used to wear. But the delicate fingers, his sharp little chin, those intense green eyes—I would have known him anywhere. As soon as he knew it was me, it was as if camp had ended five minutes ago instead of five years.
    We’d been flirting nonstop ever since. At least I guess that’s what it was. I didn’t have much experience with flirting, given that I’d never even gone on a real date before. Not unless you count dressing up in tuxedos and ball gowns with Kaz and Vanessa for all the school dances and going as a threesome. Which I totally don’t.
    But I’m not shy, and I got the hang of the flirting thing quickly. Before long Trevor and I were texting daily and talking on the phone at least a couple of times per week. It wasn’t long after that when my friends started calling him my almost-boyfriend and agreeing that the way we’d reconnected was the most romantic thing ever.
    It had been a few months now, and things between us were hotter than ever. I mean, we were pretty much living out the lyrics to “True Romance”—at least the first verse, which starts with:
    You meet cute, and the sparks fly.
    You know you just met your dream girl or guy . . . .
    Pretty much us, right?
    Although when I thought about it, we’d never really talked about exactly what we had going. Friendship? Or true romance? I definitely knew which way I was leaning, and I was pretty sure Trevor felt the same way, but neither of us had ever brought it up. Which made me wonder: Was that what he wanted to tell me—what he was hinting at in that text? That he wanted us to be, you know, boyfriend-girlfriend? If only I’d thought to ask him when he’d called at the diner earlier . . .
    â€œOuch!” I blurted out as I felt someone poke me in the shoulder.
    It was Vanessa. “Who’s your friend?” she asked, smiling at Aidan.
    â€œI’m not telling you,” I said, clutching Aidan’s hands more tightly. “He’s all mine!”
    That made the little boy giggle, which made my heart happy. He wasn’t turning out to be such a tough case after all.
    â€œI’m Aidan,” he told Vanessa. “I like your hair—it’s pretty.”
    â€œWhy, thank you!” she said, touching her blond bangs. “I like your hair too. Will you dance with me?”
    Aidan shot me a slightly worried look. “Um . . .”
    â€œGo ahead,” I told him with a smile. “I need a drink of water anyway. But hey, maybe we can jam together later when we switch over to music, okay?”
    â€œSure.” He grinned at me and then turned back