“She stops, stares deep into my eyes. I wonder if this is where I kiss her, because that is how the story goes, right: first we stare at each other’s eyes, then we kiss, then we marry, than we have kids and then we die, unless we were dead all along, in which case no grand finale for us, oh no. Iva flicks my left brow. Ouch. Don’t suppose I ought to marry a flicker.” LoveGrowing UpGirlfriendComing Of AgeTeen FictionTeenage LoveRite Of PassageMagic Realism Author:Olga Bogdan, Helena: The Small Town Throwdown