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He’s in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and a white undershirt.  “Of course, you ladies feel free to help yourselves.”  He winks at Joni and me.  
    All the guys are devastatingly charming, but Josh is definitely the biggest flirt.  He will put the moves on anyone.  He loves to hug, kiss, and cuddle, and he really doesn’t care who it is.  Joni and I have started keeping tabs on how many sneak-attack kisses we’ve received from him.  I’ve gotten twelve.  Joni’s sitting pretty at eighteen.  Sam and Jesse are tied at twenty-four, although they’re not aware that we’ve been keeping track.
    The fact that Josh has kissed Sam more than I have, I’m not going to lie, is kind of depressing.  Of course, Josh’s kisses are never on the lips.  I’m guessing he reserves that for the girls he actually wants to date.  No, the kisses we receive are always on the cheek or on the forehead, or sometimes on the back of the neck.  
    Cory finally joins us about thirty minutes later.  There are a few slices of pizza left, but they’re all the small, wimpy pieces that no one wanted.  By that point, the rest of us are pretty much stuffed and are all lounging around on pillows while Josh flips through the channels on the television, trying to find something to watch.  Sam is lying next to me, and every once in a while, he twirls his fingers through my hair or leans over and pretends he’s going to poke me in the ear.  
    I don’t know why, but I don’t like people messing with my ears.  I never have.  If you have a guy friend, never tell him what you don’t like, because he will find a way to use it against you.  For some reason, they think it’s really funny.  Or maybe it’s their way of getting attention.  As for Sam, I think he just gets bored, so to entertain himself, he starts picking on me.
    Don’t tell him, but I’m secretly okay with it.         
    “So how is Miss Tara Meeks tonight?” Jesse asks Cory once he’s settled in with us. 
    “She’s doing well, thank you,” Cory responds cheerfully.  “I invited her to come visit the set tomorrow.”
    “Noooo. Why?” Joni groans.  
    “Because she’s never been on the set of a music video before.”
    “Neither has that weird smelly guy that sat by me in ninth grade algebra but you don’t see me inviting him to visit us on set,” Joni counters.  
    “I want to make a joke about Sam being the weird smelly guy from ninth grade algebra, but I’m too full and tired,” I mutter. 
    “Hey.”  Sam glares at me.  “That’s not nice.”  And to punish me, he sticks his finger in my ear. 
    Seriously, do any other girls put up with that kind of stuff?
    “Cory, do you really think it’s very professional to have you girlfriend out here while you guys are on a very strict time schedule?” Joni continues to push the issue. 
    “Sis, I’m not sure you’ve noticed, but we’re quite possibly the least professional people on the planet.”
    To be fair, I think that’s only partly true.  No, they’ll never be poster children for modern day professionalism, but as far as musicians go, I think the guys are very professional.  They’re well-mannered and gracious.  They don’t stir up drama.  They don’t get drunk or trash hotel rooms.  They’re usually pretty punctual.  Everywhere we go, everyone always talks about how surprised they are that the guys are so well-behaved. 
    “My mum thinks we’re professional,” Oliver comments with a sleepy yawn.  
    The rest of us snicker, but Joni is still scolding her brother.  “You need to tell her that this isn’t a date and she’s not a part of production in any way.  She is strictly a guest and she needs to stay on the sidelines.  Do you understand?”
    Cory clearly doesn’t like being bossed around by his sister, but he also knows better than to try to argue with her. 
    “Yeah, fine.  Whatever you say.”
    Which is how discussions with Joni usually