Chapter 24

I groan and shake my head at the mention of that movie. "How many times have we seen it? Yeah, okay, it's great the first time or two, but it gets old after a while. And I have no desire to see Kate Winslet boobs another time." Anna let's out a pain staken gasp, "Are you insulting the greatest movie of a lifetime? How can you be so bitter about love stories and boys when you've got Adam Beckett trailing after you? Sooner or later, he'll change your views on love, you know?" "You make it seem like I hate the idea of love." "It's because you do!" Anna shrieks. I shake my head at her. I don't hate the idea of love, nor do I question if love actually exists. I'm not one of those people who say I won't ever fall in love, either. But the idea of it makes me sick. I've never been one of those girls who crave a fairy tale romance. I don't want a prince charming like most. I know the perfect man doesn't exist, but most girls fool