Chapter 13

“Hey, Thomas,” Clark spoke really loud and prodded his leg with a toe.

“What?”

“I asked you what you wanted to do.”

“Me? What I wanted to do?” Thomas stared at him, realizing Clark had opened his eyes and was looking at him rather intently.

“Yeah. I said I was going to spend the day with you. That is, if you want.”

“That would be great. Yes,” Thomas said quickly before Clark changed his mind. “What will we do?”

“Good question. Well, I’ll make you breakfast in the morning for starters.”

“Really? You cook?”

Clark poked him with his toe again. “Yes, I cook. I’ll make crepes.”

Thomas felt his jaw drop. “Crepes?”

“After breakfast,” Clark continued, “we can do anything. Go to the beach, go for a walk. Go to Disneyland. Whatever.”

“Disneyland?” Thomas laughed. “Oh, yeah, I can see you on Space Mountain or Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride.”

Clark smiled. “You’d be surprised.”

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“Okay,” Thomas mumbled around a large bite of crab-stuffed crepes the next morning, “can I marry you?”