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the arm.
    â€œCome on,” he said, setting his chewing gum on the railing and then flicking it into the waves. “Let’s play a couple games of Alien Attack at my house.”
    â€œNo thanks,” I said, as we began walking back to the beach. “I don’t feel like vaporizing green creatures.”
    â€œDon’t feel like zapping aliens?” Chainsaw said, stopping in his tracks. “Damn! I’ve already lost you!”

Lilly
    W e took a detour home from Madame Pearl’s just in case the sharks were still feeding. To our immense relief we encountered nothing more dangerous on our way back to civilization than a moray eel; that is, until we reached Shipwreck, a restaurant popular with the teen finball crowd, where an equally dangerous school of sharks ambushed us—Beach and Tide!
    â€œPerfect timing!” Wave said, jumping off Bubbles and tying her leash to coral.
    â€œI have to take my potion,” I whispered adamantly. “I can’t stay!”
    â€œSure you can,” Beach said, grabbing my hand and helping me off.
    â€œI said I have to go!” I exclaimed, trying to unleash Bubbles.
    â€œIt’s party time, urchin baby,” Beach said, bumping into me and accidentally knocking my purse into the sea.
    â€œMy purse!” I screamed, darting after my precious potion as it floated away. Beach beat me to it and started for the door.
    â€œI need that!” I hollered.
    â€œWhy? Are you paying? I like a woman who’s in charge!” And he disappeared into the restaurant.
    I followed after him through a massive hole in the hull which had caused the ship to sink. The interior was decorated with red vinyl chairs and silver metal tables, and strings of glow fish and fluorescent lights draped the ceiling. Waitresses wore white sailor hats and navy ties.
    â€œBeach’s birthday party is tomorrow,” Wave said, grabbing my arm and plopping me down beside him.
    I grabbed my purse back.
    â€œYou’ll be there?” Beach asked, nudging me.
    â€œOf course she will,” Wave answered, cuddling next to Tide.
    â€œMy mom needs me at home,” I announced.
    The waitress brought an appetizer of candied mussels and asked for our drink orders.
    â€œFrog juice,” Wave said. “Since when do you listento your mother?” she challenged me.
    â€œWe’re having company,” I said.
    â€œMake that two frog juices!” Wave ordered.
    I gazed out the porthole at Bubbles, reluctantly leashed to the pole. Like her, I couldn’t break free.
    Wave tied her backpack to her chair so it wouldn’t float away, but I desperately clung to my purse. She was cuddling with Tide; Beach was almost sitting on my lap. I wondered where Earthdude was. I wear your silver heart close to my own. Was he wearing it right now? I stared at my watch.
    â€œIt’s been lovely, but I have tons of homework,” I said, rising.
    â€œBored already?” Beach asked. “Let’s bop!”
    He grabbed my arm, dropped a half-eaten mussel back in the shell basket and pulled me to the dance floor at the stern of the ship. Music was piped in through sponge speakers that hung from the ship’s walls. A wave machine gently undulated to the rhythm of the dance floor water, making couples rock into each other. Twirling lasers flashed red sharks, yellow sea horses, and purple hearts. Couples jammed above and below us, working off the worries of a bad-hair day. My purse dangled helplessly as Beach spun me around.
    â€œYou’re a great dancer!” Beach smiled, as a couple suddenly did a wild corkscrew spin over our heads, almost crashing into us. “I bet that’s not all you’regood at,” he said, pulling me close. He leaned in and kissed me.
    Beach kissing me? He was tasty, but something was missing in his kiss. Love?
    And that wasn’t all that was missing. I pushed him away and reached for my abalone purse. But it