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TOGETHER!!!!
    They really ARE like Snape and Malfoy. Minus the capes.
    â€œLilly,” I said, trying to sound understanding, and not accusatory. Because Dr. Phil says this is the best way to handle conflict resolution. “I’m sorry Andy Milonakis got his own show, and you didn’t. And I do think it’s a travesty of justice, because your show is way more intelligent AND entertaining than his is. And I’m sorry your parents are separated, and I’m sorry your boyfriend won’t say the L word. But I am not violating my most sacred principles just so that you can finally reach your target demographic. I’m sorry, but there’s not going to be any Super ROYAL Sweet Sixteen Slumber Party in Genovia. And that’s final. And you can tell my grandmother that.”
    Lilly blinked a few times. “Me? Tell your grandmother? Why would I tell your grandmother anything?”
    â€œOh, please,” I said. “Like you weren’t the onewho put the bug in her ear about the show My Super Sweet Sixteen .”
    â€œIs that what you think?” Lilly demanded, throwing down the pen she was using to mark up ’Zine submissions. “Well, what if I did? SOMEONE should do something for your birthday, since you’re so opposed to anyone so much as mentioning it.”
    â€œAnd whose fault is that?” I asked her. “After you ruined my birthday party last year—not to mention what you did at Christmas, in Genovia—”
    â€œI SAID I WAS SORRY FOR THAT!” Lilly shrieked. “WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO MAKE YOU FREAKING TRUST ME THAT IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN?”
    â€œProve it,” I said, my voice sounding very quiet, compared to hers. Which, considering that she was yelling her head off, was kind of no surprise. Lucky for her Mrs. Hill was in the teacher’s lounge, calling Visa to get her credit limit extended.
    â€œAnd how am I supposed to do that?” Lilly wanted to know.
    I thought about it. What COULD Lilly do to prove that she would never again betray my trust by making out with (or playing strip bowling with) relative strangers at some party I, or one of my family members, was hosting?
    I thought about making her sing “Don’t Cha” (“Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?”) at the next pep rally, in front of the whole school. That would certainly have been entertaining, not to mention interesting, considering how Principal Gupta might react.
    But then I thought of something that would be even MORE interesting.
    â€œTell J. P. that you love him,” I said.
    I had the satisfaction of seeing all the blood drain from Lilly’s face.
    â€œMia,” she breathed. “I can’t. You know I can’t. We all agreed—boys like to make the first move. They don’t like it when girls say the L word first. They run from them…like startled fawns.”
    I felt a little twinge of guilt. Because she wasright. What I was asking her to do might very well cause J. P. to drop her like a hot potato.
    But it was like there was some kind of crazy little mean elf inside me, making me say it, anyway.
    â€œDon’t you think you’re underestimating J. P.?” I asked. “I mean, he is not like a typical boy. Does a typical boy know the score to Avenue Q by heart? Who isn’t gay, I mean?”
    â€œNo,” Lilly said hesitantly.
    â€œDoes a typical boy write poems about the school administration and his desire to bring it down?”
    â€œUm,” Lilly said. “I guess not.”
    â€œAnd does a typical boy pick all the corn out of his chili?”
    â€œOkay,” Lilly said. “Granted, J. P. is not a typical boy. But, Mia, what you’re asking me to do…tell him that I love him…it could permanently damage—or end—my relationship with him.”
    â€œOr,” I said, “it could unloose the lava flow of passion that you and I both know is