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got two bottles of Corona from our cooler and handed me one after she popped the top off. I drank slowly and asked, “Isn’t there some law about drinking in a vehicle?”
    “Yeah, but I think the key has to be in the ignition. No worries, Erin. Your cop can’t get us in trouble.”
    “My cop?” I laughed.
    “Well, he’s definitely not mine,” she teased.
    “Is this the girl talk part where I tell you how cute he is?”
    “God no,” she wrinkled her nose. “Only part I wanna hear is if he has any good moves in bed.”
    Camilla tucked the pillow I threw at her face under her head, laughing as she set her phone to play from her Imagine Dragons file. It was odd that I enjoyed their music as much as I did since their lyrics were more uplifting than angry, but I was a fan. I found myself quickly lulled to sleep listening to It’s Time, dreaming about an island that never slept and a girl who had grown to be someone she could be proud of while still staying true to who she was at the core.

Chapter 6
    Erin
    While the sun had not disturbed me, I couldn’t sleep past the smell of coffee. I opened my eyes and eagerly took the offered cup from Trent and enjoyed my first sip. Wait, Trent? I eyed him suspiciously, trying to clear my head of its morning fog.
    Trent grinned at me and very happily, too happily said, "Good morning."
    "Mornin'," I responded, not liking him for his early morning cheer.
    He watched me patiently as my brain slowly came to life and I became a fully functioning adult. "Cam's out running," I said as a way of making conversation.
    "It speaks," he joked and disheveled my already matted up hair. I quickly rummaged the backseat for my comb and tried to tame my hair down. "I saw her earlier but she strongly advised me not to get near you without coffee."
    "Yeah, thanks," I said as I lifted the cup to my lips.
    "Now that you're awake, can I get you breakfast?"
    I nodded in agreement, but quickly blushed when I remembered the state I was in. First I needed to brush my teeth and take a shower. I grabbed my book bag with all my belongings and started to tell him I'd meet him in fifteen minutes when he took the bag from me.
    "Great," he said. "I'll get breakfast ready while you fix yourself up."
    "Fix myself up?" I asked.
    Trent held his hands up, a sign of retreat, and replied, "Personally, I think you look gorgeous, but in my experience, the female species isn't happy until they've done more than put a comb through their hair."
    "Female species?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, and ignoring the fact he just called me gorgeous. I’d been called many things, but gorgeous? Never.
    He laughed at me and reminded me how, in his defense, he had brought me coffee. I allowed him that little bit of leverage and followed him to a small store with stairs that led to an even smaller apartment. I took a quick shower, fixed myself up , and met Trent in the kitchen to see what he was cooking.
    “Frosted flakes? I thought you were gonna make me breakfast,” I joked.
    “Oh no,” Trent shook his head. “I never said anything about making anything.”
    “Hmm…I think I remember…”
    “You remember nothing,” he interrupted, still shaking his head. “I don’t make food. I buy precooked, already packaged food.”
    “I’m disappointed, Trent. Just when I was starting to see the sex appeal of the harmonica.”
    “And how is the sex appeal of the harmonica related to my preference of prepackaged food?” he countered.
    I thought about it and replied, “It just is, okay?” And that was the argument I would stick to. Because I’m a part of the female species, as he so eloquently stated, and it is well known that we don’t have to have a relevant argument to maintain an argument.
    Trent smiled at me and handed me my bowl of cereal, which I willingly took. After my first bite, I motioned the spoon towards the bowl and told him it was the best cereal I’d ever had.
    “Smart ass,” he responded.
    “No, seriously. The