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Jeremy and answers, “Oh, well my internship is over at the end of August, so…almost three months. I’m looking forward to spending everyday with my best friend,” Delilah says while hooking her arm through Presley’s.
    Darcie rolls her eyes and mumbles, “Right.” She turns to Presley. “So what’s the plan for tonight? Reggie and Jake will be at The Slab . We should take Little Miss Sunshine out for drinks. Unless, that would bother you?”
    Now it begins. I hope Darcie isn’t like this the entire summer; it would really hurt Presley’s feelings and get old, fast. I glare at Darcie, giving her my shut-the-fuck-up look and bend down to kiss Presley on the cheek. Doing anything I can think of to make this moment less awkward.
    Delilah’s façade falters momentarily. “It’s Delilah,” she snaps then composes herself. “I would love to go out. Presley says The Slab is a really great place and then I can meet the rest of my roommates.”
    Darcie lets out a small, snotty laugh. “Yeah, it should be a pretty entertaining time.” Then she glances back over to me.
     
    Presley
    Later in the night, we all decide to start getting ready to go down to the bar. Drake and Jeremy have showered and are glued to the TV, watching highlights from a Detroit Tigers baseball game while the rest of us start getting our showers. I make my way into Darcie’s room to see what she’s wearing and my nose instantly floods with vanilla body spray as Darcie walks from the bathroom spritzing herself.
    I usually gauge how nice I’m going to look by what she’s wearing. That way, I continue to blend in with the crowd; I hate attracting attention to myself. I used to dress nice, wearing skirts and dresses, but as my time lingers in Sulfur Heights, so does my desire to look beautiful. It does make me glad I have such a hot boyfriend; everyone is too busy looking at him to even notice me.
    Darcie is dressed in her typical attire for going out; fitted t-shirt, jeans and Converse sneakers. I walk into her closet, pass Reggie’s designated section and start sweeping through her t-shirt collection. The hangers scrape against the metal rod as I quickly flip through the clothes. Then I spot her Kings of Leon concert tee and yank it from the hanger. This will work.
    I walk out of her closet and Darcie is holding her comb out to me. I smile. Darcie always loves it when I style her hair and I enjoy it myself. I’m debating on making a career of it, but haven’t officially decided what I want to do with myself now that high school is over. I have no desire to really do anything except put one foot in front of the other. I know I need to get my crap together, however the invading depression keeps my thoughts plagued with fear.
    Darcie sits on the edge of her bed and I start pulling the comb through her hair. “So what do you want me to do with it?” I ask.
    “Braid it. I want it out of my face. It depends on how busy it gets tonight, and I may need to help behind the bar. They’ve been getting slammed on the weekends now that Reggie had to fire Michelle. Can you believe that bitch?” Darcie seethes through gritted teeth.
    A month ago Reggie caught her skimming money from the cash register and it sent Darcie through the roof. I swear it took an act of God to get her to calm down. She was going to beat that girl blind, but Darcie’s feelings are justified. She is feeling betrayed like everyone else. They’ve all know Michelle for years and it was the last thing either one of them could imagine happening.
    “Yeah, that does suck, but I’m sure Reggie will have no problems finding a replacement.” I start to part her hair, preparing it to be braided. “Why don’t you fill in on a regular basis? I mean, you’re there as much as Reggie some days; why not get behind the bar and push out some drinks? I’m sure you could make some sweet tips.”
    “Reggie is completely against that idea. He doesn’t want to get sued every time he has to