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best at all times, don’t you?” The question causes Peter to smile.
                  “Now you’re learning,” he shoots me a nauseating wink.
                  “Fairy dust is not to be used so frivolously,” Belle says, handing me an extra swimsuit from her bag. “Are we clear?”
                  I simply nod. Quickly, I slide my bra off under my shirt and the pink bikini top on underneath. Hiding behind a tree, I slip on the bottoms and place a pair of jean shorts over them. I toss on a white, off-the-shoulder top, looking a little more beach friendly than before. Belle and I follow behind Justin and Peter, who seemed to have calmed down into a more civilized conversation, one with simple chuckles and jokes that aren’t stabs at one another. It feels slightly heartwarming to hear them engaged like friends instead of enemies, creating the feeling that this might be a family instead of just a gathering of misfits.
                  Landlin is a beautiful coast town with the three gorgeous Bs—beaches, boats, and babes. My eyes glance around the girls in bikinis strolling around the boardwalk so early in the morning, ready to party, ready to mingle, ready for an endless day in paradise. We continue passing girls with sun-stroked tans, makeup perfected as if pieces of artwork in museums, and bodies so toned that I feel my insecurities creeping to the surface. I fold my arms across my chest to block parts of myself from view.
                  I watch as girls giggle at Justin, who is flirtatiously tipping his hat their direction, striking a small nerve of jealousy in me.
                  “Don’t worry,” Belle slips her arm around mine, pulling me in closer to whisper. “It’s all a part of the plan. It’s how he flushes out information. Just watch.”
                  We lag back and linger by a frozen yogurt shop, while Peter and Justin wander off toward a group of females who seem slightly lost but are dolled up with intention. My eyes wander down over the menu board filled with delicious choices that are so close yet so far.
                  I turn just as Justin gets his arm stroked by one of the girls, while his smile sparkles in the early sunlight, “Do you ever get used to watching that?”
                  Belle paints a smile on her face, glances over as Peter touches a girl on the cheek, raises her eyebrows, and sighs, “No.” After a pause, she looks back at me, and says, “I try not to stare. It’s kind of like a car wreck, I figure. If I stare, I’m probably not going to like what I see and just make the situation worse.”
                  My lips press together as the guy running the shop saunters over to us with two shot-glass-style frozen yogurt samples. He smiles softly, his mocha skin contrasting in an enticing way with his yellow uniform shirt.
                  “Ladies, treat?” The offer seems like the universe’s way of trying to balance out the boys getting hit on by letting this guy hit on us. This, I am OK with.
                  “Sure,” Belle answers, accepting her chocolate and vanilla-swirl yogurt.
                  I thank him in return, giggling to myself that, my first day as a Lost Boy, I’m eating frozen yogurt for breakfast. Is this some sort of preface to what I have to look forward to? Deliciously misplaced fun?
                  He smiles and begins flirting with Belle, complimenting her choice of colors, her fantastic eyes, her sweet laugh, all while admiring how her beautiful body stacks up. I try not to focus on the fact it’s her he’s ogling over, creating even more anxiety inside of me.
    My attention slips over to the boys, who are of course hard at their job. Justin throws his head back in heavy laughter at something Peter says before they give each other a playful high five. Well, there’s a sight