Page 112 of How To Tackle A Crush
“Alright,” I say. “Come here then.”
Alfie climbs onto the bed and grabs my phone.
“I can press the button,” he announces.
“You definitely cannot press the button.”
“I can.”
“You absolutely cannot.”
Ava laughs softly.
“I think we should let him try.”
I sigh. “This is how disasters happen.”
We sit close together on the edge of the bed. Alfie wedged proudly between us like this is his project.
Ava’s shoulder touches mine. She goes a little still. Then relaxes.
“Ready?” Alfie says.
“We are not ready,” I say.
“We are ready,” Ava laughs.
Click.
The photo is slightly crooked. Ava is mid-laugh. I’m looking at her instead of the camera. Alfie looks extremely proud.
“Perfect,” he declares.
I look at it.
He’s right.
It is. Perfect.
“Can that be your new one?” he asks.
I don’t even hesitate.
“Yeah,” I say. “It can.”
Ava looks down at her hands but she’s smiling.
Alfie seems satisfied with his work and slides off the bed.
“You also need socks,” he says.
“I have socks.”
“Granny says to always bring a lot of socks.”
“Fine. I’ll pack more socks.”
Ava snorts.
