#Read the summer i turned pretty tv#

And why are you wearing all that makeup?' 'See you soon.'Д¬onrad looked at me and said, 'What's with the perfume? It's giving me a headache. Jeremiah turned his head toward me and winked lazily.

#Read the summer i turned pretty tv#

He and Conrad were watching TV in the family room. But when I ran down the stairs to meet Cam's car, Jeremiah called out, 'Hey, Belly?' I'd hoped that Conrad and Jeremiah had just been kidding around, that they weren't really gonna try to come. 'I will,' I said, shutting the door before my mother could ask me any more questions. Susannah waved me off and said, 'Have fun, Belly!' 'I didn't say they were,' my mother said. 'They're not my bodyguards,' I said, rolling my eyes. My mother frowned and said, 'Are Conrad and Jeremiah going to this party too?' Where are you headed?' my mother asked me. I knew I'd probably take them out in about half an hour because they were so tight, but I didn't care. I was wearing a white sundress and flip-flops, and I'd put my hair in braids while it was still wet. I wasn't all that dressed up, but I wasn't in shorts like the night of the bonfire. 'Laurel, can't you see she's all dressed up? She's got better things to do than look at dusty old pictures.' Susannah winked at me. 'Come sit down and help us put this album together,' my mother said, rifling through an old striped hatbox. It was poppy and cream, and when I got married, I wanted one just like it. Fisher had bought her on a business trip to Hong Kong. She had her pillows propped up around her, and she was wearing one of her silk robes that Mr. Susannah was all ready for bed, even though She and my mother were holed up in there sorting through old pictures. When I finished getting ready and it was almost time to go, I stopped by Susannah's room to say good-bye. Was it possible they didn't want me with Cam? Because they, like, had feelings for me? Could that even be? I doubted it. Things had been weird with me and Conrad and also with me and Jeremiah-an impossible thought crept its way into my head. Maybe my khaki shorts? What are you gonna wear?' 'I hate you guys,' I said. 'Unless he puts his hands on you.' Jeremiah ground his fist into his hand threateningly, his blue eyes narrow. You weren't invited.'Д¬onrad leaned back in his chair and put his arms behind his head. Jeremiah scratched his cheek and said, 'You know what, it might be Greg Rosenberg who's the meth dealer. 'He doesn't do drugs, all right? Which is why I highly doubt he'd be friends with a drug dealer.' First they didn't want me hanging out with meth addicts, and then being straight edge wasn't cool either. 'He's straight edge?' Jeremiah said, trying not to smile. 'I'm telling you, Cam wouldn't be friends with someone like that! He's straight edge.'Д¬onrad and Jeremiah both snorted. I didn't care if there was crystal meth or not, I was going. Who did he think he was? I had to go to this party. This was the second time Conrad was trying to tell me what to do, and I was sick of it. You aren't going to some meth addict's party,' Conrad said. He asked me to go to this party with him, and I said yes.'

Cam wouldn't be friends with someone like that,' I said defensively. Greg Kinsey works at that surf shop over by the mall.'ДЇrowning, Conrad said, 'Doesn't Greg Kinsey sell crystal meth out of his trunk?' Jeremiah laughed and wagged his finger at me. 'I'm going to a party tonight,' I said, partly just to say it out loud and partly to brag. It was just me and the boys, the way it had been for the most part this summer. My mother and Susannah were grocery shopping. I made the mistake of mentioning it at breakfast the next morning. Cam cleared his throat and said, 'So this guy I know, Kinsey, is having a party tomorrow night. There was this long pause, the first we'd had, if you can believe it. When he had to leave, I walked him to his car. But I wanted to keep the hoodie, so I didn't challenge the win. I wasn't fully convinced that he didn't just let me win-after all, he was so tall and long, his one stroke was worth two of mine. He won the next heat, and I won the last one. 'Best two out of three,' Cam said, wiping the hair out of his eyes. 'You better give it your all this time,' I warned. In all the summers and all of the races, no boy, not Conrad or Jeremiah or certainly not Steven, had ever let me win. 'No, I didn't,' he said, but I knew it wasn't true.