QUOTE : Then I stare at him for a while trying to determine what he wants.<br /><br /> And if I want to give it to him.<br /><br /> And then I start to panic a little. What if he wants to have an awkward conversation? Like more awkward than me? Or ask me about my sexual history? Or if I cheated on my third-grade spelling test in Mrs. Kallam’s class?<br /><br /> Okay, I admit that last one is a little specific and not likely to come up. But I’m still a little ashamed of myself for doing it.<br /><br /> “Would you rather eat stale pretzels or stale Cheetos?”<br /><br /> “What?” I look at him, not sure I heard him correctly. He tilts his head in a nod, like, ‘you heard me correctly,’ but repeats the question.<br /><br /> “Um, stale pretzels, I guess.”<br /><br /> “Go a week without the internet or a week without coffee?”<br /><br /> Oh, we’re playing the ‘would you rather’ game. “Internet.” I smile. “I think. Wait maybe the coffee? No, the internet.”<br /><br /> “Play Quidditch or use the invisibility cloak for a day?”<br /><br /> “You did not just Harry Potter me.”<br /><br /> “I did.”<br /><br /> “Well, I’m not sure that’s even answerable.” I shake my head and groan a little. “Who wouldn’t want to play Quidditch? But the invisibility cloak, wow.” I sigh, a dreamy expression on my face.<br /><br /> Boyd just stares as if he’s not moving on until I answer.<br /><br /> “Quidditch.” I finally relent.<br /><br /> “Why?”<br /><br /> “It looks like fun. Plus the invisibility cloak is basically spying, right? And I don’t really need to spy on anyone so it would be a waste.”<br /><br /> “No point in being wasteful,” he agrees.<br /><br /> “Plus I’ve always had a sneaking suspicion that I’d be really good at Quidditch.” And I can’t help it. This tidbit comes out a little smugly. Boyd lasts two seconds before laughing at me.