Jon realized after dinner what a rare opportunity he had; he was in the room of the girl he'd had a crush on for years, alone, and she had to ask his permission to come in. He looked around, butterflies fluttering in his stomach, wondering what to look at first. With shaking hands he opened up her closet, seeing in one corner all the clothes he'd ever seen her wear. The rest of it was full of skirts, dresses, hip hugger jeans, things that she'd never wear, though he wished she would. Maybe... he wondered, grabbing the digital camera off Karyn's dresser. She was an amateur shutterbug.
He snapped a picture of himself, and looked at the screen to see Karyn's face. Success! he thought, grinning. This was going to be an interesting weekend.
