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"Y have got to be kidding me!" Lane cried an hour later, sitting in the passenger's seat of Vivi's convertible Jetta. It was a beautiful, sunny spring
ou afternoon. Kids played hopscotch in their driveways, moms speed-walked along the sidewalks, a pack of middle school boys did tricks on their dirt bikes in the deserted parking lot of the old roller rink. It was the kind of day on which Lane would have normally enjoyed tooling around with the top down, reveling in the quaintness of her town. Unfortunately, Vivi and her insanity were making that virtually impossible. "Y really want to hire some guy to play
ou Brandon and take Isabelle to the prom?"
"Why not? It's perfect!" Vivi replied, her blond hair whipping around her head as she drove. "Brandon is perfect for her. What better way to get her mind off Shawn than to set her up with her perfect guy?"
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Lane stared at her Vivi. Had she finally cracked? One too many schemes, and she'd crossed the line into total delusion.
"Y eah. One problem. Brandon doesn't actually exist!" Lane's voice rose with each word as she held her own hair back from her head so that it would stop hitting her in the eye.
"So? We didn't post a picture. We could get anyone to play him!" Vivi said easily.
"Right. And where are we going to find a guy our age who'd be willing to go to our prom? Oh, and who Isabelle has never met?" Lane asked as Vivi turned onto her tree-lined street. "At another school," Vivi replied, lifting a hand off the wheel. Like it was so obvious.
"And how, exactly, are we going to get him to pretend he's some fictional guy named Brandon?" Lane asked, using one hand to hold her hair back and the other to shield the glare of the afternoon sun.
"We'll pay him!" Vivi said.
"With what?"
"I still have money left over from lifeguarding last summer," Vivi told her. "It's gotta be enough to buy one prom date."
"Come on. What kind of guy would do this for a little money?" Lane asked.
Vivi gave her a sidelong glance. "Please. Look at Curtis! What would that boy not do for some extra Xbox cash?"
Lane sighed in consternation. Curtis had once babysat his next-door neighbor's twin two-year-old girls for an entire
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Saturday just so he could get the new Tony Hawk game. He'd come home with a chunk cut out of his hair, applesauce up his nose, and permanent purple marker slashes all over his arms, but had claimed it was totally worth it.
"Okay, but once we find a guy, he's going to have to learn everything we made up about Brandon," Lane said as Vivi stopped her car in front of Lane's house. "How are we going to teach him all that?"
"Please. The prom is almost three weeks away!" Vivi said happily, turning to face Lane as the car idled. "We have plenty of time. Besides, Curtis can help. It might be good to spend as much time with him as possible right now," Vivi wheedled, looking sly. "Maybe plant some seeds about what a perfect prom date you'd make ... ?was
Lane leaned her head back on the leather seat and groaned. Why did Vivi have to be so damn persistent? And why, why, why did she always have to suck Lane into her plans? As if Lane didn't have enough to deal with in her own life. Although, the idea of bringing Curtis in did make it slightly more appealing...
"Come on, Laney," Vivi pleaded. "We cannot let Isabelle go to the prom with Shawn. It'll be her sweet sixteen all over again!"
A lump formed in Lane's throat at the very memory. Isabelle's sweet sixteen was supposed to be the party of the year, and Shawn was supposed to play an integral role. Back then, when Izzy's parents weren't as familiar with Shawn as they were now, they had left Isabelle's new car with him, and he was supposed to drive it to the hall where the party was taking
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place. Unfortunately, Shawn had decided to take the auto for a joyride first and, while flipping stations on the satellite radio, had driven the thing right into the rear bumper of a student driver. Then he
"Y have got to be kidding me!" Lane cried an hour later, sitting in the passenger's seat of Vivi's convertible Jetta. It was a beautiful, sunny spring
ou afternoon. Kids played hopscotch in their driveways, moms speed-walked along the sidewalks, a pack of middle school boys did tricks on their dirt bikes in the deserted parking lot of the old roller rink. It was the kind of day on which Lane would have normally enjoyed tooling around with the top down, reveling in the quaintness of her town. Unfortunately, Vivi and her insanity were making that virtually impossible. "Y really want to hire some guy to play
ou Brandon and take Isabelle to the prom?"
"Why not? It's perfect!" Vivi replied, her blond hair whipping around her head as she drove. "Brandon is perfect for her. What better way to get her mind off Shawn than to set her up with her perfect guy?"
68
Lane stared at her Vivi. Had she finally cracked? One too many schemes, and she'd crossed the line into total delusion.
"Y eah. One problem. Brandon doesn't actually exist!" Lane's voice rose with each word as she held her own hair back from her head so that it would stop hitting her in the eye.
"So? We didn't post a picture. We could get anyone to play him!" Vivi said easily.
"Right. And where are we going to find a guy our age who'd be willing to go to our prom? Oh, and who Isabelle has never met?" Lane asked as Vivi turned onto her tree-lined street. "At another school," Vivi replied, lifting a hand off the wheel. Like it was so obvious.
"And how, exactly, are we going to get him to pretend he's some fictional guy named Brandon?" Lane asked, using one hand to hold her hair back and the other to shield the glare of the afternoon sun.
"We'll pay him!" Vivi said.
"With what?"
"I still have money left over from lifeguarding last summer," Vivi told her. "It's gotta be enough to buy one prom date."
"Come on. What kind of guy would do this for a little money?" Lane asked.
Vivi gave her a sidelong glance. "Please. Look at Curtis! What would that boy not do for some extra Xbox cash?"
Lane sighed in consternation. Curtis had once babysat his next-door neighbor's twin two-year-old girls for an entire
69
Saturday just so he could get the new Tony Hawk game. He'd come home with a chunk cut out of his hair, applesauce up his nose, and permanent purple marker slashes all over his arms, but had claimed it was totally worth it.
"Okay, but once we find a guy, he's going to have to learn everything we made up about Brandon," Lane said as Vivi stopped her car in front of Lane's house. "How are we going to teach him all that?"
"Please. The prom is almost three weeks away!" Vivi said happily, turning to face Lane as the car idled. "We have plenty of time. Besides, Curtis can help. It might be good to spend as much time with him as possible right now," Vivi wheedled, looking sly. "Maybe plant some seeds about what a perfect prom date you'd make ... ?was
Lane leaned her head back on the leather seat and groaned. Why did Vivi have to be so damn persistent? And why, why, why did she always have to suck Lane into her plans? As if Lane didn't have enough to deal with in her own life. Although, the idea of bringing Curtis in did make it slightly more appealing...
"Come on, Laney," Vivi pleaded. "We cannot let Isabelle go to the prom with Shawn. It'll be her sweet sixteen all over again!"
A lump formed in Lane's throat at the very memory. Isabelle's sweet sixteen was supposed to be the party of the year, and Shawn was supposed to play an integral role. Back then, when Izzy's parents weren't as familiar with Shawn as they were now, they had left Isabelle's new car with him, and he was supposed to drive it to the hall where the party was taking
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place. Unfortunately, Shawn had decided to take the auto for a joyride first and, while flipping stations on the satellite radio, had driven the thing right into the rear bumper of a student driver. Then he
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