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literally thump out of my skin and onto the table.
    “That’s where you’re wrong,” Milo says.
    He leans down onto the table, propping up on his elbows . His figure shadows the little bit of light in the room so I’m forced to look at him.
    “It’s after midnight, and I’m alone with a pretty girl and Oreos. That’s definitely a party,” he says. “The only thing I’m missing is a glass of milk, so if you’d point me in the right direction, we can get this party underway.”
    Oh. My. Saturn.
    He’s totally flirting with me. This is flirting, right? Maybe I’m over -thinking it. Maybe he’s just being nice. Ugh, why does Aralie have to be sleeping when I need her to decipher weird boy code for me!? Then again, if she was in here with me, the alien from Saturn, and the Oreos, I’d have to admit to her that I’m so craving him more than I’m craving these cookies.
    I manage to point in the direction of the correct cabinet and avoid eye contact while he takes it upon himself to pour some milk. Then he settles in across from me at the table.
    “Word of unsolicited advice,” he says, reaching across the table and tapping Benji’s ink magazine. “Tramp stamps are trampy. Butterflies are boring because all girls get them. And never use ‘it was cute’ as an answer when someone asks why you decided on a certain tat.”
    His hand moves from the magazine to the tray of Oreos. He chooses the third cookie from the left, leaving a gaping hole in between the Oreos.
    “Don’t worry,” I say. “I wasn’t planning on inking myself any time soon.”
    “I’d hope not,” he says. “I doubt you’ve had the proper training to ink yourself.”
    He smiles, drops his Oreo into his glass of milk, and lets it sink to the bottom. He reaches back over and picks up the cookie that had been in front of his sunken treasure, leaving one Oreo teetering out of orbit in the pack.
    “So, exciting day?” He changes the subject. “Sounded like it from your sister’s checkout line story. She was dramatizing it, right?”
    I wish she had been. Aralie has always had a flair for the dramatic, but even as she acted out Deacon’s goofy facial expressions and squawked out Benji’s last name, I’m sure she performed a stellar reenactment of how it went down. Thank God I didn’t have to see it.
    “Afraid not,” I say. “It was just as awful as she probably said it was, if not worse.”
    He dips his Oreo into his milk and takes a bite of it. I reach toward the tray and debate if I should grab the lone cookie he left behind. Maybe he has a good reason for leaving it. I grab a different one, leaving the outcast to flounder.
    I flip the page in the magazine and focus on a tattoo of a maple leaf. I bet Milo wishes he could be back home in his own house in Canada right now instead of trapped here.
    “But your life is probably a lot more dramatic than mine,” I say.
    I’d much rather not talk about Deacon right now – especially with a gorgeous boy from Spaceships Around Saturn.
    Milo laughs. “It has its moments,” he says. “Sometimes fans can get a little crazy. Paparazzi does too. We don’t get much sleep. But that was definitely the first time we’ve ever been shot at before.”
    “Maybe you guys will be able to catch up on some sleep while you’re here,” I say.
    God, Chloe. Lame much? They don’t care about sleep. They run on caffeine, adrenaline, Oreos, and magic boyband juice from Saturn. They would rather be on a sleepless tou r than a sleep-filled lockdown.
    “Doubt it,” he says. “Well, the other guys will sleep, but I’m nocturnal. And – no offense – but it’s hard to sleep late with the little Saturnite running through the house.”
    I shouldn’t smile at Emery’s expense, but I can’t fight it.
    “No kidding. I live with her fulltime. I have to stay up late to get anything done. But it’s still weird to see teenage boys crash before midnight,” I say.
    Milo looks away from his half-eaten Oreo