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Bailey grins as she slings her guitar strap over her shoulder. “For sure.”
“Don’t.” I point a finger back and forth between the two of them. “That isn’t the kind of guy you want to date.”
“Who said anything about dating?” Payton grins. “Maybe I’m just looking for a boy toy.”
Bailey and Payton high-five each other, and I shake my head.
“You’re not even sixteen yet. You don’t need a boy toy,” I lecture. “You should be focused on getting good grades and pursuing your dreams.”
“Hooking up with a hottie is on my bucket list,” Payton remarks as she shoves her phone into the back pocket of her torn jeans.
I roll my eyes. “That should not be on your bucket list. Cool things should be. Like going to Paris and seeing the ocean. Shit like that.”
“That stuff is on my bucket list, too.” Payton pulls her curly brown and red streaked hair into a messy bun and secures it with an elastic that’s around her wrist. “But hooking up with the hot next-door neighbor is more doable than being able to afford a flight to Paris.”
I cross my arms. “With that attitude, you won’t.”
Payton sighs, tugging on the bottom of her oversized wornNirvanaT-shirt. “You sound like Mom.”
Bailey nods. “She really does.”
“That’s not a bad thing,” I utter quietly.
“I didn’t mean it as a bad thing.” Payton offers me a small smile. “It’s just that … Don’t you ever get tired of being the responsible one? You’re almost eighteen, but sometimes, you act like you’re thirty.”
“Someone has to be the responsible one,” I say, working to keep an even tone to hide the truth. That I do wish I could act my age. But they don’t need to know how I feel. Then they’d just feel guilty. “And besides, I don’t always act responsible. I do a lot of stupid stuff all the time.”
Payton deliberates, nodding. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Mom wouldn’t have told our next-door neighbor to go screw himself, and that she was going to kick him in the dick.”
“That’s not exactly what I said,” I argue. “And besides, he deserved it. He was an ass. And you should realize that right now. No flirting with him, okay?”
“We’ll see,” Payton says with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Lovely. That more than likely means she’s going to go after blondie baby douchebag—my nickname for him from now on. And Bailey will probably flirt with him, too, although she’ll back off before Payton does.
Between the two of them, Bailey is more loud and outspoken, except when it comes to guys. Payton is the flirt and has already had her fair share of boyfriends. She assured me a while ago that she is still a virgin, but I still stuffed a cookie jar full of condoms and put it in the bathroom. So far, none of us have used any, but my money is on Payton being the one to stick her hand into that cookie jar first.
“Oh, my God, you’re thinking about the condom cookie jar, aren’t you?” Payton groans as she heads toward the trunk where Londyn has begun to stack boxes and bags. “Just because we like to talk about sex doesn’t mean we’re actually having it.”
“I know that.” I follow her. “But when you do start to be sexually active, I want to make sure you’re careful.”
“I feel like I’m in health class right now.” Payton picks up a box from off the ground. “You want to go get a banana so you can give me a demonstration on how to put one on?”
“That’s actually not a bad idea,” I joke with a smirk. “But I think a cucumber’s closer to the right shape unless his dick is really crooked.”
Londyn snickers as she drops a box onto the ground beside her feet. “Like Donny Dapierfield.”
I make a face. “Ew. You saw Donny Dapierfield’s dick? When?”
“When he took me to prom and asked me to give him a handjob.” Her face twists in disgust. “He didn’t even wait for me to answer; just pulled out his thing and looked at me expectantly.”
I lean against the open trunk. “Please tell me you didn’t do it.”
“Hell no! I laughed at him. I couldn’t help it. His dick looked like this.” She holds up her hand with her index finger curved in.
I snort a laugh. “I would’ve hit him in his crooked dick and made it even more crooked.”
She grabs a bag out of the trunk and sets it on top of a stack of boxes. “I would have, but my laughter must have wounded his ego because he zipped up his pants and drove me straight home without saying another word.”
