The Kissing Booth Page #8

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Hi!

I thought you were leaving

for Harvard.

Yeah, I was planning to, but...

I decided I had to see you

one last time before I went.

Noah.

And then Lee came upstairs

and he told me everything.

And the old switcheroo was his idea?

It was like a classic Lee, huh?

Yeah!

He said something

about Rule Number 18 or whatever.

Rule Number 18...

Always be happy

for your bestie's successes.

Yeah. Classic Lee.

Thanks for staying a little longer.

Well, I had to see you blow out

the candles on your cake.

Happy birthday to me.

So, what about Harvard?

I don't want to talk about that right now.

You know, I want to know what it was

that you wanted to tell me.

Um...

Sitting here in front of...

no one in particular,

I'm saying I love you.

And I love you.

The next few weeks

before Noah left for school

we spent every spare minute together...

up to the very last second.

Goodbye.

Come on, Shelly. Don't say it like that.

I'll see you soon,

and you can come and visit.

And we can make this work.

Okay, stop.

Don't say anything.

I just want to be with you

for a few seconds more.

You are cute when you're being bossy!

And don't turn back for a final wave.

That is way too cheesy and romantic.

Even for me.

Okay.

See you.

Maybe things really

would work out with Noah.

I hoped they would.

But maybe they wouldn't.

And no matter how much I wanted it,

things couldn't stay

the way they were forever.

But whatever happened,

I knew there was a part of me

that was always

going to belong to Noah Flynn.

A little piece of my heart

that would always be Noah's.

And for the first time,

everything suddenly seemed...

possible.

But it's funny when I think about it.

Because all this happened

just because of a kissing booth.

Nine gold diggers, take two.

Common... A and B common mark.

Mark.

No.

How could that happen?

Hell no!

Wishing on a shooting star

Keep my feet on the ground somehow...

Who am I?

A total Comic-con dork?

Hey.

Hey.

Check it out.

Do it.

Oh, my...

Yearbook!

Yeah!

I'll make out with you.

So... sweet of you. I'm okay, though.

Thank you.

Oh, you're dead!

It's my time

Gonna catch that star and fly away...

Oh, wait! Flynn wears Superman boxers?

Look! You're blushing! How cute!

First of all, if you mention this

to anyone, and I mean anyone...

Kissing booth.

What?

I save you, and now you're trying

to blackmail me.

Oh, come on.

Sounds so tawdry when you put it that way,

but yes, definitely.

Out!

Okay. I'm going.

Elle?

It's Brad!

Elle?

It's my time

Stand up and shine

It's my time...

Gonna catch that star and fly away...

Boom! I got you! In your face!

You can't do that!

What?!

It's a 1995 Ford Probe!

Oh, my God!

You like it?

Are you crazy, Dad? I love it!

Good, now you can take Mr. Stinks-a-lot

to baseball practice.

Hey, I don't stink that bad!

Disco rules!

I'm gonna shout it

Shout it...

Oh, my God! I won!

Do you think you could maybe

get a ride home with somebody else?

I think she might even let me

play with her boobies later.

You're picking boobies

over my awesomeness?

Boobies. My answer

is always gonna be boobies.

My new screen saver.

I'm just not really sure

if I like that one more or that one.

So appealing in their own way.

Don't you think?

Oh, God! I can't look any more.

I know what room you're in, Vince!

Catch that, catch that star

And fly away...

Ten Beastmode. Ready?

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