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“Avocado green, so rank. This place is totally seventies. It’s like the Brady Bunch in here.”
    “Their kitchen was orange.”
    “Why do you know that?” she laughed. “Whatever, it’s still totally gross. This place needs a serious update.”
    We spent the rest of the afternoon bobbing around the pool on inflatable chairs and I told her what was going on with the show and Dillon.
    “Paige, you really need to stop crushing on this guy.”
    Jen was right, Danielle was right, everyone was right.
    “Find somebody else. You’re about to start your senior year of high school. Believe me, it goes by so fast. You don’t want to waste it waiting around on some dumb guy.”
    I told Jen about Chaz.
    How he was nice, gorgeous, and kind.
    How he made my heart race not pound.
    How he made me feel good when I was with him.
    “He drives a blue Mustang?” asked Jen.
    “Yes.”
    “Convertible?”
    “Ya, why?”
    “There’s a cute guy who lives at the ranch down the road who has an old Mustang. I’ve seen him drive by a few times.”
    “No way!” I flipped off the chair and swam toward her. “Let’s get the horses and ride down there. I want to see if it’s him!”
    We slipped on t-shirts and shorts, quickly bridled the horses, and rode bareback down the road.  Twenty minutes later we were gazing at his house from the fence.
    It. Was. Huge.
    There was a long circular gravel driveway surrounding a large lawn with a huge tree in the middle. A courtyard with a fountain led to a white adobe Spanish style home with a red tile roof and wooden carved front doors. Rows and rows of lime trees flanked the house on each side. Sitting in the driveway on the side of the house was the blue Mustang convertible.
    “That’s his car. I don’t believe it, what a coincidence! What should I do?”
    “Well, you can’t sit out here all day staring at his house. That’s a little creepy,” said Jen.
    “Should I knock on the door? Would that seem weird?”
    “Yes and yes.”
    “Jen,” I whined. “C’mon, I’m totally serious.” Butterflies were bouncing in my stomach and I began to regret my impulsive decision to come down here. I could have glanced at the house after leaving Jen’s later.
    “Look, he’s coming out!” squealed Jen.
    “Shit!” I cried. “Turn around!” I tugged the reins, kicked Goldy in the side, and spun him around.
    “Too late,” Jen called. “He sees you. He’s coming down the driveway.” I tightened the reins and turned Goldy back around, nudging him forward. Chaz was jogging down the paved drive toward us and waved.
    “Paige?” called Chaz. “Is that you?” He cautiously came up to the side of Goldy.
    “Hi, Chaz. This is my friend, Jen.” He nodded at Jen and looked up to me. “Jen just moved in down the road and we were out for a ride. I noticed your car…”
    “Do you want to come over and go swimming with us?” Jen piped up. I shot her an, I can’t believe you said that look.
    Chaz looked back and forth between Jen and me. “Why not. Let me change and I’ll be right back.” He jogged back down the drive.
    Jen giggled when he was out of range. “Holy shit, he’s cute. I can’t wait to see him half-naked.”
    “Hands off, Jen.”
    “He’s not my type anyway.”
    Chaz returned on an old, beat up BMX bike (that was way too small for him) in a turquoise tank top and white Ocean Pacific board shorts.
    “Lose the bike. You can ride with Paige,” ordered Jen.
    “No way. I don’t like horses. And they totally don’t like me. My sister had one and it bucked me off.”
    “Oh, everyone has a bad horse story,” she chastised.
    I slid down from Goldy’s back and faced him squarely. “Face your fears,” I challenged.
    He thought for a moment then tossed his bike onto the lawn. Jen held the reins and I gave him a leg up. Then he offered his arm and hauled me up. Jen tossed the reins at him as I settled behind.
    “I don’t want to drive,” said Chaz. “You do it.”
    “You