Rose: Why is your shirt out of your pants?Me: I thought I saw something on that shelf but it’s too high for me.Rose: Did you see all the wine down h...re?Me: Yes. So much wine here.Chloe: It’s not safe alone down here. Ghosts!Me: Spooky!Rose: Hahaha!Chloe: You know. Rose told me about your idea.Me: It was mostly her idea.Chloe: I think it’s a good idea.Me: You do?!Rose: She does.Me: Oh, that’s good!Holy shit, she went for it. Amazing! I’m with two girls now!Chloe: I’m not sure how it would work. He fights it, but he’s a twig in the swell of a whirlpool. Before he realizes it, his hand is outstretched, reaching for her. He touches the shiny edge of a tear on her cheek. It’s warm. So small and insignificant, but it is so... warm. This warmth races through his finger, up his arm, and curls the hairs on the back of his neck. The relief is overwhelming and so welcome, driving away the cold chill in his spirit. Gently he cups his palm along Rachel’s soft cheek. Instantly, she stops shaking.. ‘What th-,’ she thought to herself ‘I guess my subconscious is telling me I should have hooked up with that cute bartender last night. He was pretty hot, short blonde spiked hair and great blue eyes. Well there’s always next time. Now that I’m legal I can go every night, not just the 18 and up. Thank God, I was getting sick of those little teenage boys that thought they were the shit.’ Rinsing off one last time, Becca stepped out of the shower and wrapped up in her robe. Passing the mirrors she. Sandy, Rhee, Heather, and I arrived at Gracey’s shortly before 10:00 to find Liya and her waiting on the front porch. When they saw us pull up, they grabbed their gym bags from the steps and met us in the driveway.“Gym bags,” I asked.“Oh, didn’t you hear,” asked Liya. “We’re moving in. Gracey doesn’t want to live without her boyfriend a day longer.”I quickly swiveled my head to Gracey who, even over her dark complexion, was obviously blushing. Rhee and Heather cracked up. I glanced at Mom to.