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Ben Fold’s, needing a dose of Hip-Hop to suit her strange mood.
    ‘What about you hon?’ Her mother asked. ‘Do you have a date? Or are you and Ryan going together…?’
    Callie scowled at her mother. ‘No. We’re all going together. Try not to look too disappointed.’
    Her mother huffed. A few golden brown hairs lifted from her bangs. ‘Well I’m sorry but you’ll be eighteen in a few months. It’s strange that you spend all of your time with those two boys and yet don’t ever gush over either.’
    ‘Dad seems happy about it,’ Callie joked.
    ‘One day your father will want grandchildren as much as I do.’ Her mother muttered. ‘And he’ll regret not backing me up on this.’
    ‘Maybe I won’t have grand-children.’ Callie pointed out. ‘What if I focus on a career instead?’
    Her mother didn’t flinch. ‘Sure...’ she said smoothly. ‘And considering that most dancer’s career are over by the age of thirty, what then?’
    Callie closed her mouth and looked down at the shirt tied around her waist, feeling lost. ‘I dunno. Do I have to decide right now? I’m in a skirt- so it’s throwing me off.’
    ‘No, but you’ll have to decide soon.’
    Callie sighed. She was a good dancer. Better than good. And she could sing too, and had taken to basically every instrument she had ever touched. Who said her career had to end at thirty? Who said she couldn’t find a way to dance and sing for the rest of her life?
    ‘Maybe I’ll teach, or choreograph or…’ Callie shrugged at her mother’s reflection. ‘Can’t I just promise that I won’t end up sniffing paint cans behind the seven eleven? I’ll be fine.’
    Lauryenne rolled her eyes. ‘I know that Callie.’ She stroked her ponytail again and rested her chin on top of Callie’s hat. ‘I just want to know that I’ve done my job right by you.’
    ‘To prove that being adopted hasn’t horribly scarred me?’ Callie quipped. She always tried to make light of her adoption, for she knew it bothered her mother constantly. But deep down, it bothered Callie too because her parents had decided not to tell her any details about it, or her biological parents until she was twenty-one.
    Her mother smirked. ‘I know I haven’t scarred you. By all counts, you’re an over-indulged brat. I just want to know that you’re passionate about your life, even though you had a slightly strange start.’
    Callie knew that her mother was referring to the lack of dreams, the fear of thunderstorms, the adoption and whatever else. ‘I have passion mum.’ She turned to face her mum and held her narrow shoulders. ‘I love you. I have loved being spoiled rotten. I am certain that I will find a man who looks like Skeet Ulrich and intends to spoil me even more, and if I don’t, I will get a six figure job and spoil myself, I promise.’ She rubbed her nose against her mother’s. ‘Happy?’
    Her mother smiled. ‘I might be, after I’ve gotten the rollers.’ She grinned. ‘You; red lipstick. Top drawer bathroom cabinet. Nothing says ‘passion’ quite like red lipstick.’
    Callie rolled her eyes. ‘And nothing says Sociopath quite like a mother who is a romance writer.’ she muttered, but she followed her mother down the hall.

2.
    Hunter collapsed into a plastic folding chair next to Ryan and crossed his ankles on the edge of the table in front of them, bringing his punch cup to his mouth to hide his lips before asking: ‘Ryan…’ he cleared his throat. ‘When Callie walked down her steps to the car earlier, did you hear Cherry Pie in your head, or was it just me?’
    ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ Ryan scoffed leaving Hunter alone in his humiliation for a moment before muttering: ‘It was Nine Inch Nails, Closer.’
    Hunter threw back his head and laughed. ‘Thank the lord!’ Then he shook his head woefully. ‘What’s up with the cleavage and stuff?’
    The roller-skating rink had been closed to people on wheels and opened to the populace of