In honor of Laurel's awesome Whoops! Blogfest, I have a very short embrassing scene from Shards (that I feel perfectly summarizes many of my encounters with first love as a teenager):
April wished the drive home would take longer. When Nick pulled into her driveway, it was hard to leave the warm car.
“Thank you,” she said.
On impulse she leaned over to hug him. The clutch jabbed her in the stomach, and Nick, obviously surprised by her lunge, pulled away. April hugged him awkwardly and then escaped back to her own seat, her cheeks suddenly flushed. “Bye,” she muttered, throwing the car door open.
“April-” Nick said.
She slammed his door shut behind her and ran for the house. When had she become so incompetent? At everything?
1 hour ago