Mia, full of peppermint schnapps hot chocolate, had written: Dear Santa, I know I'm 17, but I've been good. Mostly. This year, I don't want a new laptop or a trip to NYC. I just want Leo to see me. Not as “Carter’s annoying little sister.” As me. The girl who notices how he taps his thumb when he’s nervous. The one who drew his profile in art class three times last spring. If you can’t make him like me back, at least make him stop wearing that stupid beanie. It hides his stupid perfect hair. Love, Mia. P.S. I lied. I wasn't good. I stole his hoodie from the gym last month. It smells like cedar and coffee. I sleep with it. I'm not sorry. She hit send, then immediately passed out.
A new email appears. From Leo. “We need to talk. My place. 20 minutes. Bring the hoodie.” Scene 2: The Garage (His Place) INT. LEO'S GARAGE - NIGHT
No.
MASSAGE
SEND
×The message has been sent!
In the near future we will reply to you.
Regards WDS
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Mia, full of peppermint schnapps hot chocolate, had written: Dear Santa, I know I'm 17, but I've been good. Mostly. This year, I don't want a new laptop or a trip to NYC. I just want Leo to see me. Not as “Carter’s annoying little sister.” As me. The girl who notices how he taps his thumb when he’s nervous. The one who drew his profile in art class three times last spring. If you can’t make him like me back, at least make him stop wearing that stupid beanie. It hides his stupid perfect hair. Love, Mia. P.S. I lied. I wasn't good. I stole his hoodie from the gym last month. It smells like cedar and coffee. I sleep with it. I'm not sorry. She hit send, then immediately passed out.
A new email appears. From Leo. “We need to talk. My place. 20 minutes. Bring the hoodie.” Scene 2: The Garage (His Place) INT. LEO'S GARAGE - NIGHT SecretCrush.E01.Dear.Santa.I.Can.Explain.XXX.10...
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