Darling we, found love, right now

Don't see the girl you've known your whole life. See me. SEE ME.
"Yeah?" hes looking at me, and he doesn't see me at all. I can tell hes still thinking about that bike and hasn't even thought of kissing me. His mouth is cherry red from his popsicle. He looks like hes wearing lipstick.
"You look like you're wearing lipstick," I say" You look like a girl, a girl with a really bad taste." I laugh like its the funniest thing in the world
He flushes. "Shut up, Annemarie," he says, wiping away at his mouth furiously.
"I bet Celia has some eye shadow that would look terrify with that lipstick," I continue. Celia is my big sister, and probably the prettiest girl in our town, maybe even the state.
Tony glares at me. "You're just jealous because Celias prettier than you"
I bite my lip. "You should let celia give you a makeover" I say. My eyes are starting to burn. When the two of us get started we don't quit until one of us leaves crying. Usually its Tony, But this time I am afraid it will be me
Please, please don't let it be me
"You the one who could use a makeover," Tony says cruelly
"You are really ignorant, Tony, You know that? You're a real troglodyte. You're so ignorant, I bet you don't even know what that means." It means a primitive person who lives in caves. I only know because I looked it up after Celia called me one when I tried to eat grapes with my toes.
"So what? I bet you don't know what it means either. I bet you copied it off your mom or your sister"
"I did not. I happen to be gifted. I never copy off of anybody, Unlike some troglodytes I know."
Last year I caught Tony copying Vic Fuentes homework on the bus. He pretended like it was no big deal in front of his buddies, But then I threatened him to tell his mum, Mrs. Perry, he started boohooing like a little baby. The dumbest part is that Vic Fuentes is easily the least smartest person in our grade. If Tony's a troglodyte, Vic is the kind of the troglodytes
Tony gapes at me and shakes his head digustedly. "Geez, Annemarie, why you have to bring that up? You started it"
"I was just foolin, if you weren't so dense, you'd know better than to criticize a girls looks. Its degrading, and its, well, its sexist." I raise my eyebrows high and dare him to disagree.
"What a load of crap. You can say whatever you want to me, and I cant say jack to you?' Mark says, shaking his head again. "That's dumb."
"That's the way it goes," I say. "And anyway, You didn't have to rub it in about Celia. I know shes prettier than me."
My sister Celia is the kind of girl whose hair curls just right in a pony tail. She is smaller than me, The kind of small the boys want to scoop up and hold on to real tight. I am too tall for even my Dad to scoop up anymore, much less a ninth grade boy. Boy like Celia; They go crazy for her sneaky smiles and sassy strut. They are always calling the house and making Dad frown. Mum just smiles and says, "the boys buzz around my Celia because they know she is sweeter than honey." I sure wish boys would buzz around me.
On every Valentines day since the fourth grade, Celia has come home with pink carnations and solid milk chocolate hearts and at least one whitmans sampler. She always lets me the square ones with caramel inside, even though they are her favorite too. The most I ever get on Valentines day are the valentines the class got for one another because they had to, The Scooby doo or mickey mouth kind that come twenty four to a box at the drug store

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