Kelsey texted to say she would be late, and she doesn’t get to my room until 2:25.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” she says when she arrives. “The appointment took forever!”

“Appointment? For what?” I’m confused.

“Um, my hair! I cut off like six inches!”

Now that she mentions it, her hair does look a little different. “Oh, it’s just hard to see under the hazmat suit,” I say.

“Gee, Oliver, you sure know how to make a girl feel special!”

“No, I’m sorry. It looks … nice.”

“Nice, great,” she says. “I didn’t even put anything up on Instagram because I wanted to show you first. I can tell that was a waste.”

“I’m sorry,” I say lamely.

Flora is talking to her dad and stepmom about tacos, but I wonder if she’s listening to what we’re saying.

I rack my brain to think of any tips Flora gave me that can make this any better, but then I think about the girl handbook and what I said to Flora last night. I feel my face getting hot just thinking about almost telling her I’m trying the girl handbook out on her.

I look out the window, and when I look back at Kelsey she’s glaring at me.

“I’m sorry,” I say again. “I think I need to get my vision tested. Or maybe my brain tested. It really does look … cute.”

I must have said the right word, because Kelsey doesn’t look so mad anymore. “I forgive you,” she says. “But don’t you want to know why I got my hair cut in the first place?”

I figured she got her hair cut because it was too long, but something tells me I shouldn’t say that. “I would love to hear why you got your hair cut.”

“For you! For us! It’s our sixteen-day anniversary! Since we’re both sixteen years old it’s a really special anniversary.”

And then she’s next to me with her phone in her hand, taking a selfie. She looks at the picture, looks at me, says, “Maybe you could post the picture? Seems like I’m always posting everything, doesn’t it?”

It seems that way because it is that way. But I say, “Good idea.”

She texts me the picture of my doofusy face, and I try to write a post but I don’t know what to say. I know I shouldn’t ask Kelsey, though, whose eyes I can feel searing into my head. Finally I write Happy sixteen-day anniversary. #quaranteen and hit TWEET.

Kelsey’s phone dings, and she smiles, looking satisfied. I’m relieved that I passed her test. The Internet’s test. We watch the comments roll in.

Kelser Forever. #quaranteen

Sixteen days? Who celebrates sixteen days? #quaranteen

Cute hair! #quaranteen

Totally, totally getting my hair cut like that tomorrow. #quaranteen

Oliver is surrounded by two beauties. Can I go to #quaranteen too?