P.S. I Still Love You

laughing so hard that Trevor started getting mad. But not you. You got on your bike and you rode all
the way home and brought Trevor a pair of shorts. I was really impressed by that.”
He has a faint half smile on his face. “Thanks.”
Then we’re both quiet and still dancing. He’s an easy person to be quiet with. “John?”
“Hmm?”
I look up at him. “I have to tell you something.”
“What?”
“I’ve got you. I mean, I have your name. In the game.”
“Seriously?” John looks genuinely disappointed, which makes me feel guilty.
“Seriously. Sorry.” I press my hands against his shoulders. “Tag.”
“Well, now you have Kavinsky. I was really looking forward to taking him out, too. I had a whole
plan and everything.”
All eagerness I ask, “What was your plan?”
“Why should I tell the girl who just tagged me out?” he challenges, but it’s a weak challenge, just
for show, and we both know he’s going to tell me.
I play along. “Come on, Johnny. I’m not just the girl who tagged you out. I’m your pen pal.”
John laughs a little. “All right, all right. I’ll help you.”
The song ends and we step apart. “Thanks for the dance,” I say. After all this time, I finally know
what it’s like to dance with John Ambrose McClaren. “So what would you have asked for if you
won?”
He doesn’t hesitate even one beat. “Your peanut butter chocolate cake with my name written in
Reese’s Pieces.”
I stare at him in surprise. That’s what he would have wished for? He could have anything and he
wants my cake? I give him a curtsy. “I’m so honored.”
“Well, it was a really good cake,” he says.