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and I haven’t talked to him at all since school got out, and I was just curious if I should worry that he’s going to follow me around the party tonight.”
    â€œWhy don’t you read the message if you want to know if he’s coming?” Brandon asked her. “I haven’t heard from the dude since last week at school.”
    â€œAnd he wasn’t coming?” Emily asked.
    â€œNot that I know of.” Brandon shrugged. “I mean, Em, either ignore him or don’t, but if you’re not going to read his messages, you have to be prepared that he might show up to the party.”
    Emily didn’t want to talk about this anymore. She knew Brandon was right, and she felt like an idiot for bringing it up to begin with. So, when she saw the waitress headed back to the kitchen with an empty plate, Emily waved her down.
    Surveying the table, the waitress sighed. “It looks like a great battle was fought at this booth.”
    â€œThe onion rings won,” groaned Ana. “I’m so full, I think I’m going to pop.”
    â€œTo-go boxes for any of this?” the waitress asked.
    â€œNo, thank you,” said Brandon politely. “We’re actually headed to a party after this.”
    â€œAlrighty then. I’ll be right back with your check.”
    â€œActually,” said Emily, “I was wondering . . .”
    â€œYes?” The waitress raised her eyebrows, obviously shocked that this thin girl with the blond hair might be ordering something more.
    â€œTell me about dessert,” Emily said.
    The waitress grinned and nodded, as if this were her goal from the beginning. “Now you’re talking,” she said. “Let me grab the dessert menu, and I’ll be right back to tell you about your options.”

chapter 6
    When she returned, the waitress was carrying a menu that was larger than the one they’d seen with the appetizers and entrees, and seemed to feature a single dessert on each page, displayed in high-definition vibrant color on glossy paper. As the waitress flipped through the pages, Emily’s eyes focused on only one thing: a giant parfait glass filled with what appeared to be a pink milkshake of epic proportions. She glanced at Brandon and saw from the look in his eyes that he’d noticed the page too. It was as if he were a caveman seeing a spark of fire for the very first time.
    The waitress had stopped flipping to give her spiel about the Atomic Chocolate Brownie Bowl and the Apple Pie à la Explode on the opposite page, when Emily held up her hand, silently letting her know to stop.
    â€œWe’re interested in the Strawberry Tsunami,” she said.
    The waitress’s smile widened as she turned back a page to the pink dessert, which seemed to glow with some sort of inner light on the page.
    â€œIs that the Strawberry Tsunami?” Emily queried.
    Brandon’s eyes were glazed over. “The one from the sign on the highway?”
    â€œThat’s the one,” the waitress said. “Three scoops of homemade strawberry ice cream and a piece of fresh strawberry pie—crust and all—blended to perfection, then layered into our biggest parfait glass with strawberry compote and more whipped cream than federal law should allow. Whatcha think?”
    â€œBring us one of those and three straws, please,” Ana chirped. Brandon and Emily both turned to look at her, then slowly turned back to the waitress.
    â€œOh no,” Emily said. “Bring us three of those with one straw apiece.”
    â€œWhat?!” Ana shrieked. “I am not drinking a whole one of those things. That’s more calories than I’m supposed to eat in an entire day. It’s more calories than anyone is supposed to eat in an entire day! I’ll just have a sip of yours.”
    â€œI’m not sharing it,” Emily said, shaking her head. “I haven’t had a strawberry milkshake for at