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about what you say to him in regards to me.
I put my hand in the air and stood tall, still leaving me three inches shorter than my six
foot tall uncle. I threw my voice, pretending to be him.  Maestro, you no see how she watches
you. She knows your scent. It is true. I think you were sent so my niece could annoy you to the
point that you babble in two syllable words, desperately trying to get away from her but find that
I have stapled you to her.
The girls giggled and Uncle Robert shook his head.  My accent is not that bad. Is it?
We all just stared at him. Arching my brows, I gave him a dimpled grin.  No. Not at all.
Most of the time no one knows you aren t from around here.
Thrusting the jacket and do-rag out at me, he narrowed his gaze.  The dimples are the
only thing saving your life right now. I strongly suggest you put these on.
I laughed as I slipped my arms into the jacket. Robert put the do-rag on my head and it
covered my eyes.  Yeah, umm, the other issue, aside from being in someone else s property, is
safety. I held my arms out and showed him that the jacket was about four inches too long in the
arms. Not to mention I had to peek out from under the do-rag.  I could get stuck in a blender or
something. You love me, right? You wouldn t want me to go to my death by way of a great
smelling jacket, would you? If it happens I want to be buried in the jacket though. It smells so
good. It s the least you could do. Put sorry, Maestro on my epitaph.
 On your epi what? Vanessa asked.
I glanced at Wynona and shook my head.  It s amazing she can breathe without
assistance.
 I need to let the delivery men in. You stay in it and get started. Robert went to walk
away and stopped.  Perhaps you should roll the sleeves. You tend to get a little clumsy when you
no pay attention.
Laughing, I waved with the floppy sleeve. Looking at the camera, I took the do-rag off
and went to take the jacket off.
 Devan Jazz, you better not think of taking any of that off! Uncle Robert yelled.
 I would never. I put them on quickly.  I respect you too much to go against your
wishes.
Vanessa ran up to me.  Let me smell this thing. The camera did a straight shot down my
shirt, showing the swells of my breast. Jake whistled. I ignored him, focusing on the screen
instead.
 I don t smell it. I smell you. You always smell like a blend of peaches and some sort of
flower, Devan. I wonder if he notices it when he puts his jacket back on?
I rolled my eyes.  Wonderful, my uncle is going off the pheromone theory.
 The who? Vanessa asked.
 The idea that humans respond to certain smells, knowing who they are and are not
compatible with.
 Huh? I never understand half of what you say.
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I stared at Vanessa and shook my head.  Never mind. Rushing in the other direction, I
motioned to her.  Come here. I need your extra arm length. Push play. I pointed at the stereo on
a high shelf above one of the sinks.
Vanessa did. The second the sound of punk music came on, I began to move my
shoulders along with it, smiling as I went. Wynona laughed.  I m afraid to ask but what is this?
My jaw dropped and I made a strangled choking noise.  I ll pretend you didn t ask me
that.
Vanessa laughed.  Seriously, Devs, who is this?
 Ohmygod, I ve never been more embarrassed to claim two people as my friends in my
life. It s The Clash.
 The who? Wynona asked somewhere off camera.
I glanced upwards and sighed.  Oh, great music legends of the past please forgive their
stupidity. Looking at Vanessa and the camera.  It s The Clash, Should I Stay or Go.
 I think I heard a skater punk listening to this crap at school, Wynona said.  Eww, you
aren t going to pierce your nose and attach a chain to your lip, are you?
I narrowed my eyes.  One--The Clash should be treated as gods. Two--what s wrong
with someone who can balance on an object you d kill yourself on? It beats a guy who thinks
he s something because he can catch a ball. Big deal. I can catch a ball. Even Vanessa can catch
a ball.
 Thanks. She moved the camera a bit.
Wynona laughed and came over to us.  DJ, I think you re forgetting your boyfriend
catches a ball all the time.
 Drew is not my boyfriend. He s more like a boy leech. A parasite that attached itself to
me when I was a freshman and that I haven t found a cure for. I m not saying he s a bad guy, just
not right for me. I ve tried telling him that. He laughs and says I m cute when I say it. I rolled
my eyes.  I m thinking of spiking a ball on his head when he s taking another cat nap under that
tree he keeps trying to find his way into my pants under. Or I could spike it into his groin. I
smiled wide.  Yeah, that ll do the trick. Can t use it if it s officially flattened.
 Devan! Drew is a celebrity now and you talk about him like that. You love him, you
know it, Wynona offered.
 Again, I waved my hands in the air,  I never said he was a bad guy. I simply said he s
not my boyfriend. And who cares if he s a whatever now. Money doesn t make the man. He s
still just Drew. I don t let him forget that he put a spider in my hair when I was five and laughed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]