Chapter 70

ARE YOU READY FOR THIS?

I’m not sure I am.

I go on another date with Tebow.

And Laurence.

This time, we go ice-skating. I’m a pretty poor ice-skater, so the whole thing involves a lot of falling over.

“Are you okay?” Tebow asks, reaching for my hand. He pulls me upright, then takes both of my hands in his. “You just have to relax. It’s like walking—the more you think about it, the more awkward it is.” He begins to skate backward, pulling me with him, and for a while, we’re doing pretty well.

“Hey!” I say after a moment, surprised by my forward motion.

“You’re doing great,” Tebow says, and just then, my skate hits a gouge in the ice and I fall over, taking Tebow with me.

We land on the ice in a heap, but we’re both laughing.

Tebow makes me get up and try again, and after about a million more falls, I finally start to get the hang of it. Afterward, we go get hot chocolates from Insomnia Coffee. I’m sitting there with whipped cream on my upper lip, laughing at something Tebow has just said, when I realize, This is not a date.

It isn’t a date, because I don’t want to be on a date with Tebow. I’ve been trying so hard to figure out what Tebow was thinking that I forgot to think for myself. But here is my thought: If Tebow becomes my boyfriend, we might have to break up someday.

And I never, ever want to break up with any of my best friends.