I danced like it was 1999. I danced like my heart was breaking, which it kind of was. Mostly I just swung my hair around a lot.
I was pretty sweaty when I said, “Can we swim in the pool? One last time?”
Jeremiah said, “Screw that. Let’s swim in the ocean.”
“Yeah!” It sounded like a great idea to me. A perfect idea.
“No,” Conrad said, coming out of nowhere. He was suddenly standing right beside me. “Belly’s drunk. She shouldn’t swim.”
I looked at him and frowned. “But I want to,” I said.
He laughed. “So what?”
“Look, I’m a really good swimmer. And I’m not even drunk.” I walked in a semistraight line to prove my point.
“Sorry,” he said. “But you really are.”
Dumb, boring Conrad. He got so serious at the worst moments.
“You’re no fun.” I looked over at Jeremiah, who was sitting on t
