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would.”
     
    Her reply made me say, “That’s because we’re BFFs. Jaden told me that last week.”
     
    Aspen tucked a wayward strand of her hair behind her ear. “It’s because I know you’re a good guy. Buried deep—deep under that teenage boy exterior, you, Sebastian Hawkins, are a sweetheart. I know it’s hard to believe, but I wouldn’t be such good friends with you otherwise.”
     
    I gulped, almost swallowing my tongue. Aspen’s words were eerily familiar. It was like she’d copied them out of PA’s email. Hell, from what she said, not only could she be PA, but I could be the chump! It couldn’t be, could it? No. Aspen was not the kind of girl to email someone about hooking up with a guy and I sure wasn’t a chump.
     
    “Did I mention it’s really, really under the surface? Like practically microscopic?”
     
    I laughed, wiping out all the thoughts from before. This was my friend, that’s all and we both knew it. “Please. I like, exude sweetness.”
     
    She patted my leg and then put her hand back on the wheel. Relaxed, I dropped my head against the seat to take a little nap before I had to fill out my first application.
     
    ***
     
    “A-spen. We filled out like a million applications today, plus the ones I did online. Everyone looked at me like they were going to toss them in the trash when I walked out. I’m done. This is lame. Let’s go do something fun.” I put my feet up on the dashboard of her car. One narrow-eyed look from Aspen later, I put them back on the floor.
     
    “You’re never going to get a job with that attitude. Do you want to be stuck in the beatermobile for the rest of your life?”
     
    “Jaden’s beater es my beater.” I shook my head. “Or something like that. I suck at Spanish.” This wasn’t how I wanted to spend the beginning of my summer. I needed a job. I needed money, but we’d been at it for hours and I was done. My hand was practically cramped closed and I doubt Aspen wanted to spend her day doing this either.
     
    “You know, I’m not even the one who needs a job and I’ve wasted my whole day out here with you and you don’t hear me complaining,” she said.
     
    I was totally a mind reader, but she was right. I was whining. It was pretty cool of her to do this for me, but I was still done. “You're the best. We all know that, Woodstock. I’m not giving up. Just done for today.”
     
    “Whatever. Your loss. I need to run by the restaurant and get my schedule though.”
     
    Ugh. How could I have forgotten she had a job too? Probably because she didn’t work much during the school year, but now it made me feel like an even bigger loser.
     
    My stomach growled, which trumped my whining. “Will they give us free pizza?”
     
    Her only response was to roll her eyes at me. A few minutes later we walked into the dive she worked in. “Hey! Look who it is. It’s our Rocky Mountain Girl!” Some guy yelled from behind the counter. There was another dude and two girls back there that looked up smiling and said hi to Aspen. A strange pinch twinged inside me. Rocky Mountain girl? Who were these people and when had they gotten a nickname for my friend? Couldn’t they get any more creative than that?
     
    “Hey guys!” Aspen smiled and walked behind the counter, leaving me. It felt weird being on the opposite side as her. We were always together. A group. A package deal, or whatever.
     
    I watched as she hugged the girls, gave one guy a high five, then turned to the last guy and smiled at him.
     
    “You going to introduce me to your friends, Woodstock?” I leaned over the counter.
     
    “This is Matt,” she pointed to the smiley guy in the back, the one who she’d grinned at, and I felt the strange urge to punch him in the face. “Bradley, Liz, and Sara.” After giving me all their names, she pointed at me. “This is my friend, Sebastian.”
     
    “Best friend,” I blurted out and then wanted to punch myself in the face for sounding