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Anyone building coral castles has got to be an only child. Me, I’d just—I’d do something else, for sure.
at first Jesse and I think she’s missed the entire joke, but then we realize that’s cosmically impossible and bust out laughing again.
Long may you rock.” “Long may you rock.” “Long may you rock.”
“Are you a serial killer?” I ask. “I am not.” “As if he would tell us!” Jesse cries.
Mel, you’re the tiebreaker. What’s it gonna be?” Mel glances at me, then at Jesse. Her expression seems pained.
mel- i'm so sorry
The swing voter strikes again. No matter which way I go, I always make someone unhappy.
All three of them—strangers.
He looks straight at Mel, and I swear the girl stops breathing. Which is kinda cute. Only there isn’t any point crushing on a boy you’re never gonna see again.
“To strangers in Fenholloway,” she says, and we clink. It’s not clear to me if we’re drinking to Marco, to the other people in the house, or to us.
“I knew the ordinary-girl thing was a ruse.”
That’s just the way hammocks are.
She was giving me a headache—I just now realized it, ’cause now it’s gone. It’s gone ’cause she’s gone.
“Not everything’s ‘okay,’ Mel. People cheat, people lie, people die. And sometimes people treat their friends like crap. But that doesn’t mean you sit back and take it.”
I’m not mad at you, Vicks. I’m just…mad at myself.” “For what?” Mel sighs. “For thinking you were my friend. For trusting you.”
Mel shakes her head. “Alas.” “Alas,” Marco echoes, teasing her.
I’m warming up to him, the bum.
“Well…that life is life until you’re dead.”
