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you're trying too hard to be something you're not? Well that's what I feel like in this dress, these heels, and this pound of make up on my face. I blame it on not having many chances to adjust to this kind of thing. What do you mean who's fault is that? The big scary meanie locking up everyone who looks my direction!
     
    “You have to loosen up Jovi,” Hayli calls out over the music. “Have a little fun!”
     
    In a pout I say, “I have fun.”
     
    “You have your kind of fun.”
     
    What does that even mean? Is my fun diseased or something?
     
    “And there's nothing wrong with that, but you have to socialize more. You have to get out there and have some of the fun your dad forbids, because otherwise you're just gonna end up being some shriveled up old cat lady with more paintings than friends.”
     
    “I already have more paintings than friends.”
     
    “See...”
     
    Logic is reigning strong tonight.
     
    “My point is, Jovi, I think you should live a little. You study hard―”
     
    “I've always studied hard.”
     
    “Exactly. How about you start playing hard too? You've got a couple months before you leave my side, before I lose my best friend to the University of Ashwin three states over. Can we get a little crazy this summer? At the very least wear heels and have sex with strangers?”
     
    I giggle and shake my head.
     
    She's right. And I know she's right. I just had this talk with Nadie earlier. I gotta start living. I deserve to start living. I'm so tired of this weird limbo of starting to break out only to crawl back in to keep my dad from an early grave. I gotta do this for me. I'm 21. It's okay to do some things for me.
     
    “Heels yes. Sex with strangers? Pass.”
     
    Hayli tosses her head back, her red hair tickling her back, drawing several more eyes from male on lookers all around.
     
    Every time. Imagine if Jessica Rabbit were to come to life. Yeah. She looks like that with less bright blue eye shadow and smaller boobs. The rest is accurate. Curves and colors.
     
    “Come on. Let's dance before my buzz wears completely off.” She hops off the seat and yanks me towards the stairs to go to the lower level where the heartbeat of the fun seems to be.
     
    Between the way we're dressed and the look of determination on my best friend's face, I think it's safe to say we're about to send that heart into cardiac arrest. Not a terrible way to kick off the summer...

Merrick
     
    You know that weird space between deep sleep and refusing to open your eyes? I spend a lot of time there. I'm not a light sleeper, but I rarely find myself deep in dreams. More often than not now, I just feel stuck there. Stuck in a black hole I can't climb out of, but not sure I want to. It's an odd peace. A heavy but euphoric emptiness.
     
    Suddenly there's pressure of another body on top of mine. It shifts until I feel knees against each side of my hips.
     
    Let's not start judging me on my drunken choices alright? Can you honestly tell me you've never had too much to drink and then fucked someone to forget your problems? Huh. Well, if you haven't then good for you...no need to fucking rub it in. We can't all be perfect.
     
    My eyes open to a topless, petite, strawberry blonde girl with freckles scattered across her skin.
     
    Placing my tan arms behind my head, I raise my eyebrows. “Comfortable?”
     
    She nods eagerly and squeaks, “I can't believe I slept with Merrick McCoy!”
     
    And I just became another mark on someone's minor celebrity check list. I'd complain a little more, but she did cure drunk dick, so I guess we'll call it even.
     
    With a giggle she pushes her obviously brushed hair behind her ear.
     
    Please tell me you don't do that...We know what your hair should look like in the morning and trust me, that's not the kind of bed head we care about.
     
    “I mean…you’re Merrick McCoy!”
    “That's what it says on my driver's license.”
     
    “You were...oh my God! Better than my