Lydia's eyes narrowed. She knew that sky, mischievous grin of Ava's. 
	"What are you up to?" At the mention of passing by Jason's house, her cheeks reddened. Ava was the only one who figured out her secret crush, and therefore the only one who got to tease her about it.
	"So?" Stooping, she pretended to inspect the lace of her boot and proceeded to retie it. "That doesn't mean he's there," she insisted, tying off the knot with more force than necessary. "He's probably out on that stupid motorcycle of his!"
	As if to answer the statement, the rev of an engine could be heard half a block away. Lydia's heart rate didn't return to normal until the sound grew steadily distant, indicating the rider was going in another direction. 
	After a pause in which Lydia tried to decide if she was disappointed or relieved, she ran ahead a few paces and fell into step alongside her friend.
	"Just for the record? I'm one-hundred percent over him," she waved her hand across to emphasize the point. "I couldn't care less if his house is on the way or not. He's never home!"