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dresser. "Are you out of your mind? Y ou're going to set your best friend up with a fake prom date?"
"He's gonna be a real guy," Vivi retorted, swinging her hair to her other shoulder to brush out the ends. "It's not like I'm building a robot or something."
"Y may as well be!" Marshall said, putting his soda down on the wood. "Where are you going to find this person?"
ou
Vivi's nerves started to sizzle, and she slammed the brush back down. "Coaster, loser?" She practically tossed the soda can back to Marshall and quickly checked for a water stain. "I don't know. Around," she replied. "We're thinking about going to Saint Paul's Prep, actually."
Marshall let out an indignant noise that only irritated her more. "So you're just gonna pick up some guy off the street? What if he turns out to be a psycho killer or something?"
"Dude, you've read too many Hannibal Lecter novels," Vivi replied, tying her hair back again. "Y don't think I'm smart enough not to hire some crazy
ou person?"
"No. No way." Marshall turned and walked out the door. "I can't do this. Helping her get over a breakup is one thing, but hiring guys to take her out? That's way too pimplike for me."
Vivi jogged out her door and followed him down the hall to his room. On the way, she couldn't help noticing his jeans. His brand-new, dark-wash, kind- of-distressed, and totally cool jeans.
"Hey, where did you get those?" Vivi asked, pointing as she leaned into his door jamb.
Marshall looked down. "The mall," he said. "Now would you please leave me alone?"
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Part of Vivi wanted to grill Marshall a bit more about all these random changes. The new hair, the new jeans, the toned arms. But she had more important details to focus on.
"No. I won't," Vivi protested. "Come on, Marshall. Y can't quit now! What're you gonna do? Break up with her?"
ou
Marshall flung himself down on his bed and raised his hands to his temples like he had a splitting headache. "I don't have to break up with her. Y can ou talk to her from now on."
Vivi considered this a moment, but knew it would never work. She could never sound like Marshall if she tried.
"No I can't. Y ou've already set up a whole relationship with her. I don't know what you guys talk about. What if she references something you said and I have no clue? Besides, I don't have time now. I have to find a guy and teach him to be Brandon!"
"Vivi--was
"Marshall, you're the one who's got her all gooey over there. Y can't just quit on us now," Vivi begged, leaning one hand against the doorjamb.
ou
"I do?" Marshall asked, lifting his head.
"Y do what?" Vivi asked, confused.
ou
"Have her all gooey?" he asked. "It's actually working?"
Vivi rolled her eyes and threw her hands up. "Y eah. Congratulations! Y ou're a virtual Romeo. And if you bail now, she'll be heartbroken all over again. Not that you care."
Marshall sat up straight, crossing his legs. He knocked his fist against his knee a few times and smiled. "Fine. I'll do it," he said finally, looking a little nervous.
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"Y es!" Vivi cheered, dancing around a little in the doorway. "Thank you."
She ran over to the bed and hugged him quickly, but he pushed her back to look her in the eye. "But in thirty years when I'm forced to commit you to a mental asylum, I don't want a hard time," he said.
Vivi laughed and then raised her right hand. "I promise."
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* * * * seven * * * *
"I'm in," Curtis said with a nod, standing outside Westmont High the next day.
Lane's jaw dropped slightly. "Y ou're in. Just like that. Y have no problem with this totally insane plan, and you want to come with us to Saint Paul's
ou right now to pick up guys."
"Why not? It's for Isabelle, right?" Curtis asked with a shrug. He slipped his Oakleys on and started down the hill toward the parking lot. Lane and Vivi exchanged a surprised and amused look.
"Curtis, are you gay?" Vivi asked, as they jogged to catch up with him.
"Vivi!" Lane said
"He's gonna be a real guy," Vivi retorted, swinging her hair to her other shoulder to brush out the ends. "It's not like I'm building a robot or something."
"Y may as well be!" Marshall said, putting his soda down on the wood. "Where are you going to find this person?"
ou
Vivi's nerves started to sizzle, and she slammed the brush back down. "Coaster, loser?" She practically tossed the soda can back to Marshall and quickly checked for a water stain. "I don't know. Around," she replied. "We're thinking about going to Saint Paul's Prep, actually."
Marshall let out an indignant noise that only irritated her more. "So you're just gonna pick up some guy off the street? What if he turns out to be a psycho killer or something?"
"Dude, you've read too many Hannibal Lecter novels," Vivi replied, tying her hair back again. "Y don't think I'm smart enough not to hire some crazy
ou person?"
"No. No way." Marshall turned and walked out the door. "I can't do this. Helping her get over a breakup is one thing, but hiring guys to take her out? That's way too pimplike for me."
Vivi jogged out her door and followed him down the hall to his room. On the way, she couldn't help noticing his jeans. His brand-new, dark-wash, kind- of-distressed, and totally cool jeans.
"Hey, where did you get those?" Vivi asked, pointing as she leaned into his door jamb.
Marshall looked down. "The mall," he said. "Now would you please leave me alone?"
74
Part of Vivi wanted to grill Marshall a bit more about all these random changes. The new hair, the new jeans, the toned arms. But she had more important details to focus on.
"No. I won't," Vivi protested. "Come on, Marshall. Y can't quit now! What're you gonna do? Break up with her?"
ou
Marshall flung himself down on his bed and raised his hands to his temples like he had a splitting headache. "I don't have to break up with her. Y can ou talk to her from now on."
Vivi considered this a moment, but knew it would never work. She could never sound like Marshall if she tried.
"No I can't. Y ou've already set up a whole relationship with her. I don't know what you guys talk about. What if she references something you said and I have no clue? Besides, I don't have time now. I have to find a guy and teach him to be Brandon!"
"Vivi--was
"Marshall, you're the one who's got her all gooey over there. Y can't just quit on us now," Vivi begged, leaning one hand against the doorjamb.
ou
"I do?" Marshall asked, lifting his head.
"Y do what?" Vivi asked, confused.
ou
"Have her all gooey?" he asked. "It's actually working?"
Vivi rolled her eyes and threw her hands up. "Y eah. Congratulations! Y ou're a virtual Romeo. And if you bail now, she'll be heartbroken all over again. Not that you care."
Marshall sat up straight, crossing his legs. He knocked his fist against his knee a few times and smiled. "Fine. I'll do it," he said finally, looking a little nervous.
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"Y es!" Vivi cheered, dancing around a little in the doorway. "Thank you."
She ran over to the bed and hugged him quickly, but he pushed her back to look her in the eye. "But in thirty years when I'm forced to commit you to a mental asylum, I don't want a hard time," he said.
Vivi laughed and then raised her right hand. "I promise."
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* * * * seven * * * *
"I'm in," Curtis said with a nod, standing outside Westmont High the next day.
Lane's jaw dropped slightly. "Y ou're in. Just like that. Y have no problem with this totally insane plan, and you want to come with us to Saint Paul's
ou right now to pick up guys."
"Why not? It's for Isabelle, right?" Curtis asked with a shrug. He slipped his Oakleys on and started down the hill toward the parking lot. Lane and Vivi exchanged a surprised and amused look.
"Curtis, are you gay?" Vivi asked, as they jogged to catch up with him.
"Vivi!" Lane said
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