Caitlin by Jade Parker

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know. My mom or Robyn’s mom would usually bring us on the weekends. Sean was always there to make sure that we were okay. I’d never really thought about how much he actually looked after us. Then when he got his license he started tobring us. I really was going to have to stop seeing him as evil.
    “Well, in that case,” I said, “I may have to insist that you do Screaming Falls.”
    “But the wait is at least an hour.”
    “It’s worth it. And I know all sorts of jokes.”
    I didn’t really. As we stood in line, I tried to remember what sorts of clues the test I’d taken the night before had indicated would let a guy know I liked him. One was to smile whenever he touched me, even if it was accidental. The problem there was that we weren’t touching.
    We talked about movies, we talked about music, we talked about TV shows. We were almost to the top when we heard an announcement:
    “Michael Romeo, please come to the Castaway Hut. Michael Romeo, please come to the Castaway Hut immediately.”
    That was so not good. The Castaway Hut was where lost or frightened kids — orterrified parents who couldn’t find their kids — went.
    “I’ve got to go,” Michael said.
    He started making his way back down the stairs. I followed him. Oddly, people weren’t moving aside, not until he said, “Excuse me.”
    A few people said, “Hey, you’re going the wrong way, dude.” Some laughed.
    I think they thought he’d chickened out at the top. It happened. This ride was probably the scariest in the park. But I knew he wasn’t scared. He was just being a good brother.
    He was moving really fast, and I could barely keep up.
    Once he got to the bottom of the stairs, he finally looked back. “You don’t have to come.”
    “Sure I do. It’s probably nothing,” I said. “One of them probably just got lost.”
    Only it wasn’t one of them. It was both of them. And they hadn’t gotten lost. They’d gotten hungry.

“You don’t have to hang around while I feed the munchkins,” Michael said.
    We were sitting at a table in the food court while his brothers scarfed down cheese dogs — which were basically corn dogs except they had cheese instead of meat inside. Quite honestly, they were gross, almost as bad as the blue hot dogs.
    “What are friends for?” I asked. According to the test I’d taken, I was supposed to say something else that hinted that I wanted to be more than friends. But I couldn’t remember what it was. Maybebecause being this close to Michael was distracting. He really had the most mesmerizing eyes. I always thought of blue eyes as being gorgeous. But his were so different that I couldn’t stop staring at them.
    He’d taken his sunglasses off before we’d hit the rides. He’d gone to his guest locker to get some money, but the sunglasses were back where I’d left my things by the lounge chair. Fortunately, the table we were sitting at had an umbrella that provided shade.
    “I’m supposed to stay at Tsunami if I don’t want to follow them around. So they can find me easily.” He grimaced. “And it’s the place Mom worries about the most so she never wants them playing there without me watching them. I guess I’m lucky it was just hunger pains and not something serious that had my name being announced across the park.”
    At least now I knew why he hung around Tsunami. I’d started to think that maybe I was the attraction. I really needed to stopgiving myself so much credit for attracting guys. “My granddad is always telling me not to borrow trouble. You should take his advice. Nothing bad happened. So we can hang out with them —”
    “You’re going to hang out with us?” one of the twins asked.
    “Only if we stop at the tattoo booth and get your names tattooed on your foreheads so I know who is who.”
    The boys giggled. I really couldn’t tell them apart.
    “But it’s your day off. You watch kids all week,” Michael said.
    “I don’t play with them.” Then I remembered

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