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Dylan leaped for Tim's pass, but the football sailed over his head and into Mrs. Crowder's rose bushes. As the boys stared at the petals covering their football, Joyce, Tim's little sister chuckled.
"Now you're in trouble!" She gave a wide grin which stretched all the way to her beautiful eyes.
"Mrs. Crowder will never know," Tim said. "We'll glue the petals back on the buds."
Dylan chuckled. "Tim! That's ridiculous. Didn't Mrs. Lansky teach you anything in APEX class? You can't glue petals back on flowers."
"Watch me," he said while running toward his house.
Dylan didn't mind Tim leaving him with Joyce. After all, she was the cutest girl in Chinese school, and he loved it when Mrs. Lansky had seated them together in APEX class. He grinned at Joyce, and then clambered through the bushes to snatch the football from its rose garden prison. To his left, Dylan spotted a beautiful blossom and picked it for Joyce.
"Here you go." Right as Dylan gave the rose to his girlfriend, Tim came charging back while clutching a bottle of super glue.
"You have the petals?" He asked.
Dylan pointed to a patch on the ground and watched Tim squeeze tiny droplets onto the end of three petals. The blossoms easily slid into place as if never disturbed. "You were saying?" Tim said.
"Ingenious." Dylan had to agree, the roses looked okay.
When Tim's back was turned, Joyce superglued three silky red petals to each other and then put a huge glob on the back of the stack.
So now you know why Tim is still holding the petals the first day of seventh grade.
Authors note: Dylan and Joyce are not boyfriend and girlfriend because fifth graders are much too young for that. Plus, Joyce is not the devious type, nor would her smart brother fall for this stunt. I just like to mess with them. Are we good now?
