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have this?” He stares up at Connor and his—
    I didn’t think it would be THAT big…
    “Be my guest.” Connor says casually to Romeo. But his eyes never leave mine.
    Romeo grabs the sheet and twirls it into a ball which he hugs to his chest like it’s a wad of thousand dollar bills.
    Meanwhile, my rage has gone super nova.
    Screw my professionalism.
    I don’t care. I’m not interviewing Connor Hughes. No matter how big of a—
    Never mind.
    I swore if I ever saw him again I’d shoot him in the face. Since I don’t have a gun handy, I decide the polite thing to do is walk away before I claw his eyes out.
    “I’m outta here.” I turn and march down the long hallway toward the elevators.
    I can’t wait to hear what Vince Pitts has to say when I tell him he needs to find someone else to do this useless interview.

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    CONNOR

    “I’ll go get her,” the short goth dude with Electra says before jogging off.
    I was sorta hoping for a cat fight. Oh well.
    Sitting on the bed, I wait around for a while with the door open. They never come back. My jeans are crumpled on the floor in the corner. I grab my phone from the pocket and check my voicemail. I’ve had the ringer off since I brought Babe back to the room last night.
    “Connor, this is your dad.”
    I smile to myself. Like I can’t recognize his voice.
    “We just want you to know we’re having a great time on our trip. The air in Denver really is thinner. Your mom and I went up the steps of the capitol building to that mile high medallion. We were both huffing and puffing like a couple of old farts.”
    “ You were huffing and puffing,” Mom laughs. “I jog, remember? And you smoke!”
    “She was huffing and puffing,” Dad chuckles into the phone. “Anyway, I should focus on driving—”
    “Gimme that!” Noises as Mom takes the phone and giggles, “Yes, your father should focus on driving. Connor, we just wanted to call to say we’re having a great time and we wish you were here.”
    “No we don’t! He’s old enough to take care of himself. When are you going to cut the apron strings, Kelly? Connor’s his own man. Right, son?” There’s a pause and Dad chuckles. “What am I thinking? This is a voicemail! You can’t answer. Oh! Did I mention we’re going to stop at Mt. Rushmore? Your mom doesn’t wanna go but I told her it’s educational and maybe she’ll learn something.”
    “I know plenty, Finn. If it wasn’t for me, you’d be eating hot dogs for dinner every night.”
    “I like hot dogs!” Dad laughs. “Anyway, I’ve always wanted to find out if Rushmore really does look smaller in person.”
    “ C ompared to your giant head,” Mom snickers, “ everything is smaller.”
    “Which one?”
    “Finn!” She’s laughing. “You’re such a bad influence. Connor, promise me you’ll never be an egotistical ass like your father.”
    “It’s too late for that,” Dad chuckles. “Anyway, kid, we just stopped for lunch. We’ll call you again soon.”
    “Bye, Connor!” Mom cheers. “We miss you!”
    The message ends and I look out the window of the room and stare at the Pacific Ocean, smiling to myself.

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    ELECTRA

    “Have you lost your god damned mind, Warmoth?!” Vince yells.
    Wincing, I hold my phone away from my ear. With my free hand I grab clean wet clothes from the laundry cart and throw them into one of the big dryers at the Lucy’s Laundromat around the corner from my tiny apartment. Since I bailed on the whole Connor interview thing, I decided today was a good day to do laundry. I hate having to drive here, but I don’t have a choice. I can’t afford to live in a nicer apartment complex that actually has an on-site laundry facility. “I can’t believe you set me up on this story, Vince! A male model tell-all? It’s ridiculous!”
    “What’s the problem, Warmoth? Guy get your panties in a wad?”
    A thousand megapixel image flashes through my mind of the bed sheet crumpled on