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will be a script, and Mom has warned me about men that make promises to young girls that they can’t keep. I’m firm, but polite. “I’ll call you,” I say.
    But I’m not going to call him. You can’t read for a part that has no script. Even if the producer is hot. 
    Well, not unless you want to sleep with him. And, to be honest, if I was a little older and not in love with someone else, I might consider it. Not for the part, of course. For his hotness. For his dark eyes. For his surprisingly strong arms. For his great taste in clothes. 
     
    Brooklyn is sitting at a table with my parents and Sander, who has just joined the group. Sander has Mom engrossed in conversation while Tommy and Brooklyn are watching the band. As I walk by, Sander grabs me, kisses both my cheeks, and hugs me tightly.
    Brooklyn looks irritated at me.
    Damian yells out to the crowd. “This song is for Brook and Keats. I better see both your asses out on the dance floor.”
    The band starts to play, and Damian sings, “Little surfer, little one . . . ” Their cover version of the classic Beach Boys song is one of my favorites. 
    Brooklyn doesn’t look irritated anymore as he takes my hand and leads me out to the center of the dance floor. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. I’ve danced with him a few times in the past, but this feels different. And I’m pretty sure it’s not just my imagination or wishful thinking.
    He’s holding me tighter than usual. 
    His body is pressed close to me.
    His forehead is against mine, and his eyes are closed. 
    I want to scream at him, KISS ME, KISS ME! 
    I mean, how perfect would it be? 
    I haven’t written this exact script—we’re supposed to be on the beach when we have our first kiss—but I’ve always considered this our song. If he kissed me now, it always would be.
    But he doesn’t. 
     
    When our lips finally meet.
    2:30am
     
    Damian, Brooklyn, and I are sitting in the hot tub. We decided to spend Damian’s last night in town doing what we always do: smoke a little, and then stay up late talking in the hot tub. Brooklyn just ran in the house to grab some towels.
    The second he’s gone, Damian turns to me. “So what’s going on? Why does Brook seem weird?”
    “He doesn’t seem weird to me.”
    “Did you guys hook up?”
    “I wish.” I immediately cover my mouth with my hand. 
    He grins at me. “You’ve always had a crush on him, haven’t you?” 
    “Is it that obvious?”
    “Kinda, but it’s okay. He crushes back.”
    “Shut up! He does? No. Like, really? Has he told you that? Do you know that for sure?” 
    Damian laughs at me then says, “He thinks you’re hot. His friends all think you’re hot. Why do you think none of them ever hit on you?” 
    “Cause I have a boyfriend and they see me as one of the guys?”
    “No, they see you as Brook’s. Remember that night you got drunk?” 
    “I thought we agreed to never talk about that night again?”
    That night. It was the night Sander yelled at me about personal boundaries. I got pissed and told him I was breaking up with him. Then I walked straight over to Brooklyn’s house and told him I wanted to go to a party that some of the guys we surf with told us about earlier. At the party, I got drunk. My mom lets me drink whenever I want. We spent a lot of time in Europe, where they don’t make such a big deal out of alcohol. Our deal is that I always drink responsibly. And I do. I almost always follow the no-more-than-one-drink-per-hour rule, and it’s rare for me to have more than a couple drinks at a time. But I was pissed, feeling rejected, and didn’t care. A cute surfer with long hair and nice arms offered me shots. Quite a few shots. Then he took me for a walk on the beach. I had never really hooked up much before. I dated a couple boys before Sander and I started going out, but this guy was older and clearly looking for one thing. I remember him kissing me, and his hands being pretty much