Erica couldn’t help but to laugh as Summer smacked straight into a lamp post. “Oh my god, are you ok?” She was giggling as she walked over to her and put her arms around her shoulder.
“I already took a risk!” she pointed out. “I’m talking to him, aren’t I? He just doesn’t know it’s me. I don’t want to mess it up. Anyway,” she looked down, gnawing at her lip, “unlike you I don’t get to not worry about convulsions. It’s /me/, Erica. Nobody’s ever going to like me like that.”
“That is true. But I think he’d really like you, you don’t need to worry about it. Isaac’s not the kind of guy who would tease you or judge you, he’s a really good guy, which I’m sure you know.” She smiled over at Summer and tried to reassure her. “Summer, you’re gorgeous and amazing, Isaac would be lucky to be with you.”
Summer shook her head and laughed helplessly. “You are an amazing friend, Erica. There aren’t that many girls who are like you.” She hugged the blonde sideways. “I’m just not ready yet for him to know it’s me. I — I want to see if he asks someone to prom first.”
“Ahh prom. Every girl’s dream and nightmare. Oh god, I’m not going to have a date … again.” She let out a small sigh as she hugged Summer back. “That’s fair enough, you take your time, but does he know that you’re someone from his school?”
“He knows that I like him, and that I can see him, and that I know where he lives. He knows about the books I like to read and my poetry and going to conventions.” She sighed and looked down at her hands. “He doesn’t know we’re in the same school.” Summer poked Erica in the side with an elbow. “Why don’t you ask Stiles?”