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up with one of Emery’s hyena smiles.
    “‘Boyfriend’ by Bieber,” Noah suggests. “You know, our Canadian brother and all.”
    I wish I had a tattoo gun rather than Sharpies. I’d take those needles and ram them into Noah’s skin until he was an inky pulp from Saturn.
    And there’s absolutely nothing I can do because Milo is about to say hello to falsetto in three…two…
    Milo’s fingers find their way into my ribcage.
    “No!” I collapse onto the multi-colored dots in a fit of fangirl giggles.
    “Sweet spot?” he asks. He smiles over me, completely victorious.
    I push him back. “You cheated!”
    “Milo wins!” Noah shouts out. “I really thought you had it, too, Chloe. I can’t believe you just crumbled like that.”
    “He cheated,” I repeat.
    Milo shakes his head in protest. Noah has the audacity to agree with him. And thanks to Emery’s lost spinner in the grass, the plastic is my only other witness.
    Noah saunters over to us like a rapper trying to pull off a classic swagger.
    “Good job, Milo,” he says. “You know how clumsy girls can be. I knew you’d take her down.”
    I peel myself off of the plastic, grab my flip flops, and head back toward the house. I’ve had enough exhilaration and angst for one afternoon. The video premiere was enough. Porno-Posed-Twister with Milo was too much. But I can’t escape Spaceships Around Saturn even if I try.
    Milo and Noah come up behind me like a black hole engulfing a shooting star.
    “Whoa, where are you going?” Noah asks. “I need you to work some Sharpie magic for me.”
    I spin around by the pool. The blue water glistens behind him.
    “Why don’t you ask your Canadian brother to help you out? I’ll even lend you the Sharpies, traitor,” I say.
    Noah attempts a jaw-dropped shocked expression, but his dimples pierce through and make it impossible for him to look appalled. He moves closer to me.
    “If you wouldn’t keep secrets from me then I would’ve backed you up,” he says through his teeth. “I need to be in the loop.”
    An evil thought crosses my mind, and I instantly do what I can to erase it. But it’s sort of like typing an English essay. You type a line. You think it sucks. You slowly backspace. Then you realize it helps meet that three-and-a-half-pages criteria, so you keep it. This evil thought is too good for the backspace button.
    “You want in the loop?” I ask.
    He nods rapidly and his smile bounces up and down.
    “Okay,” I say. “Spell ‘loop’ backward, and you’ll totally be in it.”
    I wait half a second for the word to click in his brain before I push him with all my energy into the cold water behind him. A splash of H2O floods the poolside concrete and splatters over my feet as Noah bobs to the surface. I rush to the patio door before he has a chance to climb out and throw me in.
    But Milo blocks my escape.
    “Are you free tonight?” he asks.
    “As free as I can be on a lockdown,” I reply.
    He slides the patio door open and motions me inside.
    “I’ll hold Noah back,” he says. “As long as you promise to meet me out here at midnight.”

CHAPTER 7
    The numbers on my phone jump from 11:59 PM to 12:00 AM. Midnight. I silence my cell phone, slip it under my pillow, and glance down the hallway before tiptoeing out of my room. I hurry down the stairs, through the kitchen, and catch my breath before I walk over to the patio door.
    This whole “late night with Milo” thing was much easier when I was sitting at the table and he just showed up. Now I actually have to stand without my knees shaking. I have to walk toward him without tripping. I should’ve gotten here early, but I hated to look eager.
    He looks up from the poolside lounge chair when I slide the glass door open. He stands and walks toward me but stops halfway and picks up Emery’s firefly jar. He examines the lid with its poked holes.
    “Little Saturnite’s, I’m assuming?” he asks, shaking the empty jar.
    Seriously? He asked