swivels back toward Amber, "unless you're craving something a little bad-girl-and-broomsticks-with-soundproof- padding-stapled-to-the-back-of-the-bed, we'll have to conduct our love-fests here."
Amber pulls Spider-Man over her as a shield, flopping backward in bed, though it's doubtful that even Spidey can save her. It looks like PJ is here to stay, which, from the way things currently stand, is more than I can say about myself.
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PJ gives us all his contact info-- including his motel room address and phone number, his cell phone number, and his new campus e-mail address. He makes us promise to call him later. We agree; it's either that or he won't leave.
Amber is beyond stressed. She's resorted to pulling a Drea-- gnawing away at a chocolate bar in an effort to eat her funk. "He's going to hang all over me," she whines. "It's going to be just like high school-- him hanging around all
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the time, making it look like we're a couple, ruining my game."
I bite my tongue, fighting the urge to remind her how jealous she got this past summer when PJ
showed interest in someone else.
"He's such a cutie," Janie says. "I can't believe you don't like him."
"Coming from someone who was shacked up with an egghead last night," Amber says, "that doesn't mean a whole heck of a lot."
"I take it you walked in on them, too?" I ask.
"Unfortunately," Amber says with a shudder. "G-strings and smelly fruit stickers-- I'm still trying to block it out."
"It's not like we did anything wrong," Janie whines. "We didn't go all the way, if that's what you're thinking. I do have my limits."
'And what's your Unit?" Amber asks. "Getting jiggy in front of the entire floor, as opposed to just your roommates?"
"Don't talk about me that way." Janie folds her arms and crosses her legs, bobbing her Strawberry Shortcake slipper back and forth. "For your information, I'm saving myself for marriage."
'Are you sure?" Amber asks, arching her eyebrows. "Because it didn't look like you were saving that much."
"You're one to talk," Janie says. "You and that blow-up toy of yours."
"His name happens to be Spider-Man and, from the looks of things last night, he's probably a lot more useful in the sack than that egghead of yours."
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"Excuse me," I say, interrupting them, "but speaking as someone who didn't get any sleep last night, shouldn't we discuss more important matters?"
"Totally" Amber says, arching her eyebrows up and down. "Let's hear it-- the who, the where, and the how many times."
"Sorry to disappoint." I sigh. "But I spent the night at the library"
"Do tell," Amber says. "The stacks can be so hot."
"I studied."
"Ho hum." She passes me her chocolate bar for a bite. "You know that Tim guy really likes you."
"He's a flirt," I explain. "It's his job to like everybody"
"Puh-leeze," Amber says, rolling her eyes. "The poor boy salivates at the mere sound of your name."
"I doubt it."
"You know what's weird, though?" she says, ignoring me. "He thinks you have a boyfriend." She gives me a pointed look.
I shrug and look away.
"Don't worry," she continues. "I set him straight. You're welcome, by the way."
"Thanks a lot." I sigh again. "Can we talk about the sleeping arrangements now?"
"Now that's more like it," Amber says, rubbing her palms together.
"That's not what I mean." I turn to Janie. "It's not fair that I have to spend the entire night at the library," I say.
"No one said you had to," Janie says. "You were welcome to come back here."
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"With you and Boy Toy playing tongue hockey? No, thank you."
"I live here, too," Janie says. "It's not exactly fair that I get stuck living with a Satan worshipper."
"Please," I say, holding my hand up to shut her off.
"You please," she says. 'All that witchcraft stuff you do . . . who knows what you might do to me?"
"Yeah," Amber says, narrowing her eyes on Janie. "It might not be safe for you. Have you considered finding another room? Maybe Egghead has some space
Amber pulls Spider-Man over her as a shield, flopping backward in bed, though it's doubtful that even Spidey can save her. It looks like PJ is here to stay, which, from the way things currently stand, is more than I can say about myself.
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Stacey
PJ gives us all his contact info-- including his motel room address and phone number, his cell phone number, and his new campus e-mail address. He makes us promise to call him later. We agree; it's either that or he won't leave.
Amber is beyond stressed. She's resorted to pulling a Drea-- gnawing away at a chocolate bar in an effort to eat her funk. "He's going to hang all over me," she whines. "It's going to be just like high school-- him hanging around all
122
the time, making it look like we're a couple, ruining my game."
I bite my tongue, fighting the urge to remind her how jealous she got this past summer when PJ
showed interest in someone else.
"He's such a cutie," Janie says. "I can't believe you don't like him."
"Coming from someone who was shacked up with an egghead last night," Amber says, "that doesn't mean a whole heck of a lot."
"I take it you walked in on them, too?" I ask.
"Unfortunately," Amber says with a shudder. "G-strings and smelly fruit stickers-- I'm still trying to block it out."
"It's not like we did anything wrong," Janie whines. "We didn't go all the way, if that's what you're thinking. I do have my limits."
'And what's your Unit?" Amber asks. "Getting jiggy in front of the entire floor, as opposed to just your roommates?"
"Don't talk about me that way." Janie folds her arms and crosses her legs, bobbing her Strawberry Shortcake slipper back and forth. "For your information, I'm saving myself for marriage."
'Are you sure?" Amber asks, arching her eyebrows. "Because it didn't look like you were saving that much."
"You're one to talk," Janie says. "You and that blow-up toy of yours."
"His name happens to be Spider-Man and, from the looks of things last night, he's probably a lot more useful in the sack than that egghead of yours."
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"Excuse me," I say, interrupting them, "but speaking as someone who didn't get any sleep last night, shouldn't we discuss more important matters?"
"Totally" Amber says, arching her eyebrows up and down. "Let's hear it-- the who, the where, and the how many times."
"Sorry to disappoint." I sigh. "But I spent the night at the library"
"Do tell," Amber says. "The stacks can be so hot."
"I studied."
"Ho hum." She passes me her chocolate bar for a bite. "You know that Tim guy really likes you."
"He's a flirt," I explain. "It's his job to like everybody"
"Puh-leeze," Amber says, rolling her eyes. "The poor boy salivates at the mere sound of your name."
"I doubt it."
"You know what's weird, though?" she says, ignoring me. "He thinks you have a boyfriend." She gives me a pointed look.
I shrug and look away.
"Don't worry," she continues. "I set him straight. You're welcome, by the way."
"Thanks a lot." I sigh again. "Can we talk about the sleeping arrangements now?"
"Now that's more like it," Amber says, rubbing her palms together.
"That's not what I mean." I turn to Janie. "It's not fair that I have to spend the entire night at the library," I say.
"No one said you had to," Janie says. "You were welcome to come back here."
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"With you and Boy Toy playing tongue hockey? No, thank you."
"I live here, too," Janie says. "It's not exactly fair that I get stuck living with a Satan worshipper."
"Please," I say, holding my hand up to shut her off.
"You please," she says. 'All that witchcraft stuff you do . . . who knows what you might do to me?"
"Yeah," Amber says, narrowing her eyes on Janie. "It might not be safe for you. Have you considered finding another room? Maybe Egghead has some space
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