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and only time I did mushrooms and had to spend the whole night at Jonathan’s house watching women’s tennis. Really, we’re going to be fine.”
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I just want to really believe in our love
,” Amanda whispered into David’s neck.
    â€œI don’t know what I can do to make it any more real.” David furrowed his brow.
    â€œI know!” Amanda leaped up quickly, throwing on a white silk bathrobe. “Let’s get engaged.”
    David stood too, and stared at Amanda. She was breathing quickly and her eyes were round. She was so much shorter than him that she often looked straight up at him, and sometimes her round face looked like a plate.
    â€œUm, doesn’t that seem a little intense?”
    â€œLook, I don’t want to ever cheat on you again and this’ll keep my guard up—because it’ll be like, illegal.”
    â€œWell, okay. We’ll get engaged if you really want to. But right now I’ve got to get home and do my trig homework.” David bent over and slipped his sneakers back on, which he’d kicked off only a few minutes earlier.
    â€œSo you’re going to ask me to marry you, right? And then it’ll be a pact between us—but of course we don’t actually have to get married till we’re like, twenty-five,” Amanda said while they walked to her front door.
    â€œI guess that’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
    â€œDefinitely,” Amanda said. They kissed good-bye, which involved Amanda reaching up to pull David down to a kissable height. It started out as just a peck, but the elevator was taking a long time, so they startedmaking out pretty seriously against the wall. As David slipped his big hand inside Amanda’s robe, he wondered whether or not it was a good thing that Amanda thought they needed to get legally married—engaged, whatever—just so they wouldn’t cheat on each other again. This dimly reminded him of some psychological thing his father had once taught him about people who had a hard time controlling themselves, but with Amanda kissing his ear, he definitely couldn’t remember what it was.

a monday at school that I so cannot take seriously
    Arno and I stood in front of a table piled high with neon-colored polo shirts on the second floor of the Ralph Lauren store and mansion on Madison. Gissing Academy let upperclassmen out for lunch and I’d convinced Arno to come with me to buy something for the trip with my dad, since he’d said I should, and Arno had nothing better to do.
    We have a funny problem, Arno and I. We’re the only people we really get along with at Gissing. I mean, we have plenty of buddies, but we don’t take them that seriously. Then the weird part is, of our real friends, we’re close, but we’re not each other’s favorites. I’m better friends with Patch, and then David, and then Mickey, than I am with Arno. And Arno’s better friends with Mickey, and then Patch, and then David, who he’s had some trouble with over Amanda, which hadmade them kind of intense with each other. But the weird part is, because we go to school together, Arno and I hang out pretty much constantly. So we’re more like brothers than friends—not that that’s a bad thing. And now that I’d invited him to the Caribbean instead of my other guys, it was like we were both questioning if we were actually closer than either one of us thought.
    â€œDo you really think you can pull off hot pink?” Arno asked. He yawned. We had woken up at his house, made ourselves a big breakfast, and then been late to school. We’d muddled through morning classes and now we just had to get through an afternoon full of science, history electives, and Latin, and then we were out.
    â€œNah.” I wandered toward a tan jacket made of windbreaker material. It had lots of pockets all over it and cost four hundred ninety-five dollars.