faces.
Marijke arches an eyebrow at them. âIâm going to finish studying at Lilyâs house.â
âNot too late, okay?â her dad says, glancing at the clock.
âOkay.â
âGood night, sweetie,â her mom says, her voice almost sugary and oddly fake.
As I back down the driveway, I feel obligated to say something, so I go with, âYour parents seem really nice.â
Marijke snorts.
âI love them, really. But sometimes they are just . . . too much.â
Iâm not really sure what that means, but I donât ask questions. Who am I to judge someoneâs parents when my mom is probably nominating herself to be the next Bachelorette as we speak?
Instead, I let Marijke direct me toward where Tommy lives, a few miles outside of town. The farther we drive, the bigger the houses get. When we finally pull into Tommyâs neighborhood, Iâm gawking at the McMansions and whistling through my teeth.
âWow. I donât think I knew there were houses like this outside of the
Real Housewives
.â
Marijke laughs. âTommyâs family is loaded. His dadâs a surgeon and his momâs some kind of ad executive. They make tons of money, but theyâre never home.â
âWow. I had no idea he was rich.â
She shrugs. âHe tries to hide itâvintage car, used guitars, that kind of thing. I donât think he really wants people to know the truth.â
âSo will Tommy be the only one there tonight?â
She shakes her head. âI think Tommyâs sister is home from college for a couple weeks. And his parents
could
be home, but Iâm hoping he hears this before anyone else.â
I hope that too. Otherwise, this could get pretty freaking embarrassing for everyone involved.
We move farther into the neighborhood, where the houses back up to a thick line of trees.
âOkay, go ahead and park,â Marijke says, directing me over the grass. âHis house is down at the bottom of the cul-de-sac. We can walk from here.â
I carry the spotlight, which is sort of like a glorified flashlight but bigger. Marijke grabs the speaker dock with my iPod already hooked up. Quickly, we shuffle down the road in the dark. The houses are far enough away from the street that thereâs little light revealing us to anyone who might be watching. Itâs one of those kinds of neighborhoods without street lamps or sidewalks.
I gotta admit, Tommyâs house is pretty amazing. Nothing like the thirty-year-old ranchers and split-levels in my neighborhood. Itâs blue, I think, although itâs dark so it could just be blue in the dim light. There are numerous windows and a fancy front door. Above it, a stained-glass panel catches the porch lamplight and shoots a golden-rosy glow out into the world. There are a few cars parked in the driveway. Tommyâs is closest to the garage, with a little two-door BMW parked behind it.
âGood, heâs here,â Marijke breathes. âAnd thatâs his sisterâs car. So hopefully his folks are out.â
I just nod as we move around the side of the house. For a split second, I consider the intelligence of this ideaâthese are the kind of houses with alarm systems and securitycameras. I wonder if someone is catching us on tape right now and simultaneously calling 911. I try to shake the thought from my head.
We wonât be here long enough to get arrested
, I tell myself.
Then I force myself to believe it.
Marijke has me stand in the very back of the yard, where the trees get thick and the underbrush clings to my jeans and twists around my ankles. She stands about fifty feet in front of me, roughly in the middle of the lawn. As she reaches to push play on the iPod, I stop her.
âWaitâwhat am I supposed to do? I mean, if he comes out and you guys are all, like, romantic or whatever.â
She shrugs. âYou can stay or you can go. He can take me home if you
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