It's only been a week, but it feels like forever, and Skye can't even look at Jeffrey without her heart pounding in her ears or without feeling a thrill race through her.

And she doesn't even know how it started, because she hadn't even liked him before, but he had said something or smiled, and something inside her clicked, and all she could think about was how much she wished she could hate him. She's never felt anything like this before, and she's so afraid that she'll get over it, because she's used to getting over things.

In the three days before Jeffrey leaves, she avoids Jane, Ben, Batty, and Rosalind, and pretends to not notice the way Iantha draws her eyebrows together and asks her if she's feeling alright.

Two days before he leaves, she works up the nerve to talk to him, and she can't get over how pathetic she feels liking a boy.

But she's Skye Penderwick, and she's not going to avoid it any longer, because she's not a coward and she can punch him later.

"So, I'm stupidly in like with you, and it would be great if you could just, you know, make out with me, because I think that's what two people do when they like each other."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

The sky is a startling shade of blue, and Skye doesn't know what to do next, because Jeffrey's looking at her with the weirdest expression on his face, and she's torn between kissing him and punching him.

She opts for the latter, and kisses him to make up for it.

At first, this story was just an attempt at filling an empty space, but it turned into so much more because of you, and I want to thank you for that.

Thank you.