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    Back at the window, Lindsay sat on the edge of the green cushion and looked out. The yard next door was still empty. She relaxed a bit and opened up her laptop. Kate was probably right. It was raining really hard, and it made sense that people would have umbrellas and raincoats on. It wasn’tlike a total breakdown in reality.
    As she thought this, a figure dashed into the alley, pushing close to the rundown house. Lindsay pulled a little way back, just looking over the edge of the sill to see who stood below.
    The boy was blond with long frayed dreadlocks. He wore cargo shorts, Teva sandals, and a tie-dyed T-shirt that was drenched and pasted to his body. He bent at the waist, and a flash of light burst over his belly as he sparked a lighter. Hunched over, the burner was sparking a bowl in the downpour.
    What a looz , Lindsay thought. The burner couldn’t even wait to get home and get under some shelter before taking a hit.
    The boy straightened up a bit, cupping his pipe in his palm so it didn’t get too wet. He exhaled a thick cloud of smoke that was immediately beat down by the rain. Lifting his face to let the downpour wash over him, looking ecstatic, the boy shoved the pipe into a pocket. Lindsay moved farther from the window. She so didn’t want this dope jockey spotting her.
    He started walking to the back of the house, pausing at a window and looking in.
    Lindsay’d had enough. She turned away from the window and focused her attention on her laptop. She checked her email, but there was nothing interesting: a piece of spam from one of those online pharmacy places, a notice from Amazon that her DVD order was shipping, and a note from her friend Trey.
    Like Kate, Trey had been Lindsay’s friend forever. He was just so nice. She’d never heard him say a nasty thing about anyone. It was like he liked everyone, and he always said the sweetest things. Lindsay knew he’d kind of crushed on her for a while in the eighth grade, but then he’d met Sarah Thomas during the summer break, and by the time he’d come back for the ninth grade he was in love with Sarah. Unfortunately, the relationship ended last year, when Sarah moved to California with her family. Trey had been miserable, and Lindsay had felt miserable for him. But she’d taken him out for coffee every day for two weeks, letting him unload his sadness on her, and soon enough his smile was back.
    She looked at his email and smiled. For the tenth time in three days, he told her how much he would miss her at Kate’s party. She’d run out ofways to thank him, so she simply replied with a smiley emoticon.
    She reminded herself that she needed to run downstairs and help her mom with dinner, but for the moment she just wanted some quiet. Lindsay scooted back on the window seat and leaned against the wall. Just then a light came on in the house next door. She leaned closer to the window, close enough that her breath made fog on the glass. The burner was gone, probably dancing over the sand, too high to care about the storm. The light came from the second window about halfway back on the house. Someone moved in the room, throwing shadows up and down the wall. Lindsay wiped a cloud of vapor from the glass.
    Then she saw him. The distance and rain made it impossible for Lindsay to make out any details, but a boy came to the window, and she saw him . So not the pot-smoking looz. Black hair. A slender muscular build. He was wearing distressed jeans and no shirt, and even through the gloom, she could see his developed pecs and six-pack abs. She pushed as close to the glass as she could to see if his face was as fine as she wanted it to be, but the weather smoothed the specifics of his features,leaving nothing but an impression of the boy, a very hot impression.
    Suddenly the family vacation was looking a lot better.
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    At dinner Lindsay was in better spirits. She ate and joked with her mom and dad. As parents went,