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how.” The room is quiet, and I can hear the numbers on the old digital alarm clock on the nightstand flip.
    Daphne suddenly sits up straighter, a grin spreading across her face. “Bella, your brother still works at Anderson’s Groceries, right?”
    Bella nods.
    Daphne rubs her hands together. “I think I’ve got it.”

12
    I pull back the living room curtains and peek out the window for the tenth time in the last five minutes. Sienna’s mom should be dropping her off any minute now for our sleepover. Mom’s in her room reading a book. She’s been really great. She bought all of our old favorite things—frozen pizza, potato chips and dip, and a roll of cookie dough. Yeah, I know Sea hasn’t been eating anything but bird food lately, but once she sees our old favorites I’m sure she’ll cave in and have some. I also pulled our favorite Lindsay Lohan DVDs off the entertainment center shelf for us to watch. Sea and I love Lindsay’s old movies but would never admit that to anyone else. I figure it’s one more thing to remind Sea that
I
am her best friend and
I
know the real her. Dad’s right—tonight everything is going to go back to real: pre–Keys vacation, pre–hair extensions, and pre–fake boyfriends.
    I peek out the window again and see Sienna’s mom’s shiny new Beemer pull into the driveway. “She’s here!” I yell to Mom, and swing open the door.
    Sienna gives her mom a quick kiss on the cheek, jumps out of the passenger door, and runs up my front walk. Even though we’re just having a girls’ night, Sienna looks completely adorable. She’s got her glossy hair up in a high pony, and she’s wearing hot pink and black layered tees and black yoga pants with some pink lettering on the butt. I’m wearing my dad’s Art Institute of Chicago T-shirt, circa 1980, and a pair of his old flannel boxers, circa I didn’t care to ask. They are comfy, and I found them in the back of his old dresser drawer like six months after he moved out.
    I push open the screen door with a big smile. “Sea!” I exclaim. “Yay, I’m so glad you’re here. We’re going to have
so
much fun tonight!”
    Sea gives her mom a final wave over her shoulder and comes into the house.
    â€œHi, Sienna,” Mom says. She must have just walked into the room. “How are you, honey? You look wonderful. Did you have a nice vacation?”
    Oh good lord
, I think.
Please, oh please, don’t get her started on her vacation.
    â€œThank you, Mrs. Barnes. And I did have a wonderful vacation. We stayed in this amazing house thathad eighteen bedrooms. Eighteen! I had three to myself alone . . .”
    Too late.
    About twenty minutes later and three very loud and obnoxious yawns from me in an attempt to signal Mom to return to her bedroom and her reading, Mom finally excuses herself.
    â€œHave fun, girls. I’ll be in my room if you need me. Stay in the house and don’t prank-call people or chat with any weirdos online, okay? Do you need help with the oven?”
    I roll my eyes. Is she serious? This from the woman who makes me bake the Christmas cookies for the neighbors each year. “We’re fine, Mom.”
    She nods and leaves. I turn to Sea and ask, “So what should we do first? Movie? Snacks? Makeovers?”
    â€œI’m so in the mood for a movie,” Sea replies. “I tried to watch that one with Antonio the other night, but he wanted to talk through the whole thing.”
    Blech. Antonio. I need to try harder. “Hey, how about I throw that pizza in too? Then we can eat while we watch the movie. Remember that time last year when you were laughing so hard during a movie that a little piece of pepperoni flew out of your nose?” I giggle.
    Sienna gasps and grabs her nose. “Oh my god! You’reright. That stung too,” she says, and starts laughing with