LEMON
I opened the freezer and snagged out my pint of double chocolate chunk ice cream. I always have one for rough days. These past couple of days had turned in that direction.
I tossed the lid on the counter and sunk my spoon into the soft, velvety goodness. I stood at the counter, shoving spoonful after spoonful of ice cream into my mouth, trying not to think about Axel and Missy. I was failing miserably.
I moved over to the fridge, standing in the open door with my ice cream. How could a 17-year-old handle this so much better than me? How was she coping when I couldn’t even decide if I was ready to consider dating Axel?
I inspected the contents of my fridge, but nothing was catching my attention. Axel caught my attention; Axel was catching my attention a lot recently. How could I
