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painting."  I was sure that his weekend had been full of wild parties.  That's probably why he hadn't gotten in touch with me.
    He didn't seem to think there was anything pathetic about what I'd said.  "That's cool that you paint," he replied.  "Did you paint your walls or do you paint pictures and stuff?"
    "Pictures," I said, relaxing a little.  "Do you know who Salvador Dali is?  He's this artist and I like his stuff ,  so I've been trying to paint like he does."
    "Yeah, I know Dali," Josh said, again surprising me. "If you like him, you should check out Magritte's work.  He's another dude who painted all sorts of weird things."
    I laughed at that and made a mental note to look up Magritte after we were done talking.
    "So, anyway, I've been thinking a lot about the whole Kathy thing and I have some good ideas," he said.  "Did you come up with anything?"
    "Not really," I admitted.
    "Because you were painting and everything."
    "Yeah."   I hoped he didn't think I'd let him down but truthfully, I still wasn't totally on board with the "Get Kathy" scheme.
    "Well, that's not a big deal.  Why don't I pick you up tomorrow morning and I'll take you to school?  And then I can fill you in."
    "Okay!"  After I hung up, I realized that this was the first time that a boy was deliberately going out of his way to spend time with me.  I knew it wasn't a date or anything, but still I wasn't sure whether I should jump up and down in happiness ... or freak out.
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    On Monday morning, I got up a half hour early so I could spend a few more minutes getting ready for school.  Usually I hop out of bed about 20 minutes before the bus comes and throw on whatever's clean.  But this time around, I wanted to look good for when Josh picked me up.
    Besides, I'd be moving down to second chair in band, which would be pretty humiliating.  I definitely didn't want to show up in ripped jeans again.  I needed to look dignified.
    I finally settled on a long, black skirt and green V-neck T-shirt.  There was nothing I could do about my big ass, but the skirt hid it pretty well and the green looked nice against my brown hair and eyes.  I tugged at my shoulder-length locks, wishing they'd suddenly grow long and curly like Lana's.
    Once I'd finished my breakfast —- Mom had laid out her bran cereal and half a grapefruit for me (yuck!) —- I still had a few minutes to kill, so I looked up Magritte's work online.  Josh was right.  I did like his stuff.  Like Dali, Magritte also painted all these bizarre things, like floating body parts.  The one picture that really caught my attention, though, is called "False Mirror."  This is a painting of a blue eye, only the blue part is actually the sky, full of clouds.  I printed out one of the images of it.  The eye reminded me of Josh's.
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    Finally, it was time to leave.  I couldn't believe that I was actually looking forward to going to school.  I walked over to Lana's, brushing a piece of lint off my skirt.  I'd told Josh to pick me up there rather than at my place because I didn't want my mother asking me or him all sorts of stupid questions about his driving record and whether he'd ever gotten a ticket.
    Lana greeted me at the door of her family's white colonial a nd pulled me inside.  The Brody s ’ home is the exact same model as ours except Lana's parents aren't neat freaks like mine.  Dirty dishes cluttered up the sink and a pile of laundry was strewn about the living room floor.  I could see a bright-pink thong peeking out of the top.  That probably belonged to Lana's older sister, Jen.
    Lana dug around in her purse for a minute then pulled out a tube of pink lip gloss.  "Pucker up," she told me, painting a coat onto my lips.  She stood back and admired her work.  "It looks good.  You really ought to wear more makeup."
    "I'll have to take it off when I play the flute."
    She pouted.  "But band's not until last period!  And what if Josh wants to kiss you?"  She made kissing