It had seemed so fleeting, so temporary, so overused. But this week had changed that; this week had given me a regard for all things happy. Happy was in every minute I spent with Charlie, no matter if we were driving to work, laughing over Chinese food, or telling scary stories by the fire pit in her back yard. Happy was in her looks, in her texts, in her voice and in her laugh. Happy, I discovered, was simply doing life with Charlie. By Friday afternoon, my thoughts were consumed with telling her how I felt. With this being my last weekend staying at her house, I knew I couldn’t wait one more day. By next week things would be different. There would be distractions, schedule changes, responsibilities, but I hoped none of those things would change us once she knew how I felt about her. “Dude…you know you’re walking around here like a smitten puppy, right?” Kai asked, dragging a soapy sponge across the front of the fire engine. I shrugged and smiled. Denial was pointless. “So what’s your plan?”
