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Macarena?” Porter asks, and I nod. I take
Willow’s cup out of her hand and drink some of the contents.
    Laughter erupts between Max and Porter, and my
irritation grows. Porter turns to me.
    “Har, are you serious? Cruz isn’t like that,
he’s pretty cool. You’ll meet…”
    Max tugs at his arm suddenly with force and
shoves him towards the door.
    “Um… We better go now. Glad you made it here
safe, Harlow. We’ll see you girls tomorrow. Beach, badminton, and
beers.”
    “You can count on it after this night. Oh, and
Max, this conversation is not over, but if you see Officer Cruz in
the very near future, tell him his ass is mine.”
    Max looks to me with a smirk. “Oh, I’m pretty
sure you already have had it.”
    He and Porter exit, and I’m left with that
absurd statement.
    “Is it wrong that a haircut can turn me on?”
Willow says dreamily.
    “A haircut?” Thea looks at Willow in
disbelief.
    “Do I stutter?”
    I look at Thea and we watch as Willow’s head
resumes its position in the clouds.
    “So you are here for one day, and already in
love? Seriously, Wills?”
    “Well… Then what about you, Thea? Got your eye
on anyone in particular?”
    Willow takes a long sip from her cup and points
directly at her.
    “Doesn’t matter,” Thea responds quietly.
    “And I didn’t say I was in love. He’s just got
that, ‘I’m a bad-boy, rock and roll, mohawk wearing, sweet as pie,
hot as sin, smart as a whip attitude’. I dig that, and that act of
him annoying me, just exactly the way I want it to go,” Willow
adds.
    “You dig everyone.”
    “That’s irrelevant.” I give her a look of
disgust.
    “You’re drunk.” Thea tells her, jokingly. “Not
denying it.” Slurs a drunken Willow.
    I shake my head and rub my eyes with the heels
of my hands. My exhaustion is swiftly taking over my body.
    “Oh, God, I need to get to bed. It’s been a hell
of a long day, and I have to get some sleep, so I have the energy
to have a cop fired tomorrow.”
    “He really made you do the Macarena in the
street? And you went along with it?”
    “I didn’t have a choice, Thea. I needed to do
what he said so I could get here before Willow put my face on a
milk carton.”
    Willow gulps down the remaining liquid from her
cup and gives me an agreeable eye roll, something she is famous
for.
    I grab my suitcase and leave the box in the
living room that houses my shampoo, makeup and other girly
items.
    “Point me in the direction of a bed,
please.”
    The girls stand up from the table, shut off the
lights and lead me to my room. I notice the decor of the home.
Beach scene portraits line the walls of the hallway leading to the
bedrooms. Pale blue paint is the backdrop and light colored plush
carpets under my feet. Willow shows me to one of the four bedrooms
with the same decor as the hallway. A seashell embossed comforter
on the bed, a million decorative throw pillows, and a nice, cozy
queen size bed sits there begging for me to lay on top The girls
decide to flop on it. Pillows fly off the bed from the force of the
‘kerplunk’ of their bodies. I unzip my suitcase and begin to place
my clothes in the drawers of the nearby chest. My friends lay
there, watching and giggling from intoxication, and I’m jealous of
their cloudy brains.
    “You guys had a party tonight?”
    Thea twirls her hair, yawns, and looks towards
me. “Not us, Porter and Max. They know a lot of people.”
    “Porter’s been coming down here every summer for
as long as our families have owned these homes, so he’s made a lot
of friends.”
    Willow’s mom and her sister, Porter’s mom,
bought the twin homes when their father left them a hearty
inheritance when he passed away. The sisters decided to buy the
homes so their families could enjoy them summer after summer.
Willow and Porter are two years apart, and might as well be brother
and sister, rather than cousins.
    “How do Porter and Max know each other?”
    “According to Porter, Max’s band