“Stinkin’ Monkeys!” someone says, and grabs my shoulders.
      I jump.
     “Sorry. Didn’t mean to freak you out,” Jason says. “The Stinkin’ Monkeys are coming to Philly in a week, and they just added another performance Saturday night, so do you want to go?”
     “That’s awesome,” I say. Not that I’m so crazy about Stinkin’ Monkeys. I mean, they’re probably great and all that, but JASON IS ASKING ME OUT!!!!! Breathe, breathe, breathe. Okay. So this means he didn’t mind that kiss, and he actually likes me, and ohmygod, does this mean HE MIGHT KISS ME SOON???? I clutch the camera bag. Breathe, breathe, breathe. Relax. Don’t think too hard. Don’t go all Megan Chung and blow everything. Okay. I’m cool.
    “Check this out,” he says, and pulls tickets from the side pocket of his backpack. “We can take the train, and my older brother’s going with us. Hope you don’t mind that, but my parents have this thing about me going into the city.” He rolls his eyes. “I know. It’s totally dorky of them.”
    “Right,” I say. And my parents are so dorky that I’m not even allowed to go out with you at all, never mind to a concert in Philadelphia. “It sounds great.”
    “Excellent,” he says, totally taking my reply as a yes. “You walking today?”
    “Sure,” I say. I should set things straight. Tell him I can’t go, no way, forget about it. Even though I want to go more than I want to do anything in the whole entire world. Even though telling him I can’t have a boyfriend at all will surely send him screaming in the opposite direction. Still, it’s the right thing to do. “Actually, Jason,” I begin, but then he takes my hand. His hand is large and warm, and fits perfectly with mine. Ohmygod, my bones have all turned to jelly. He pulls me outdoors, the sun glints on his diamond stud earring, and he’s smiling, and suddenly I don’t care about what’s “right.” Oh, I’m going to this concert. I’m totally going.