Rosaline: Hyperactive Summer

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Chapter 9

Al was just released from jail for the second time. His ten minutes had past and now he was walking back to his side. The guards at the B Street crosswalk stepped aside, and when the traffic stopped, Al stepped onto the street. Once he crossed the yellow line in the middle of the road, he immediately turned around.

"Ha ha! Oh no!"

Al immediately ran back to the opposing team's side, thinking his sudden turn around would catch them off guard and he could get by safely. It didn't work and Al was sent to jail for the third time.

The red team's jail was a bench in front of a motel facing East Avenue. When Al had it in his sight, he found Frankie sitting there, facing the road. The tall boy sat hunched over with his hands on his knees as he watched the traffic go by.

"Hey," Al said as he sat down next to him, "Did you get tagged in the parking lot of the grocery store?"

"Yeah," Frankie said as he leaned back, "Rosaline said Michy led her straight to the parking lot, but I haven't found it, even after I finally made it back over here."

"Oh this sucks," Al whined as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. "And I'm starving again. That ice cream didn't fill me up at all."

"You want a burger?"

"Hmm?" Al opened one eye.

Back on the blue team's side, David once again kept his head low as he walked down G Street. After contacting Michy once he was allowed back to their side, David suggested a plan, and the team captain was eager to go along with it.

David hesitated at the door for a moment, but then entered the five-story hotel using a large man in a suit for cover. He stayed close to the man and looked away from where he knew Carrie was sitting in wait. He stopped; intentionally looking like he'd slipped up and lost his disguise. When Carrie finally saw it was David, she jumped to her feet with a gasp. Upon hearing this, David smirked mischievously and ran out of the building.

With Carrie on his heels, David ran up G Street towards Gerald Street. He was quick, but David had no intention of losing Carrie.

"Go! Go! Go!" David screamed as he ran by an alleyway. The crowd of waiting people in the alley heard this and squeezed against the wall of the hotel to prevent being seen by Carrie. After the glasses girl ran by, the dispatch force of the red team flooded out of the alleyway and stormed the hotel lobby.

Amidst flustered screams of the hotel manager, the crowd tore through the furnishings, throwing cushions off of couches, over-turning rugs and digging through potted plants.

"Michy, we've entered the hotel and are searching right now," one of the men called the team captain.

"You hooligans better get down or else!" the manager shrieked at a group that began piling furniture in order to get a closer look at the chandelier.

"Excellent, move quickly and leave no stone unturned!"

"Roger."

Michy snapped her phone closed as she stood on the edge of their side, gazing across the way with a demonic grin.

"It won't be long now, R-Kelley!" She overflowed with confidence.

"Hey, are you hungry?" R-Kelley asked with his cell phone in hand. Michy gave him a confused look.

David ran along Gerald Street, but made no attempt to cross it. He made his way south with sweat pouring and blood pumping. No, David wasn't anything close to a track star, but he defied his exhaustion with a look of confidence.

This is going to work, David thought as he ran. I'll keep Carrie occupied long enough for them to find the flag, and then I'll let her tag me. We'll be all alone as she walks me to jail, and then I'll make my move. I'll tell her how I feel and give her a proper apology for being such a jerk. It's per- hngh!

His whole body stopped on a dime right before he collided with Rosaline on the sidewalk. The tan girl had a slightly surprised face as David ran up to her. His eyes were wide with fear that his plan was just ruined. His body twitched at the sight of her. David made a sharp right turn, stumbling slightly as he sprinted down D Street.

"Huh? Hey!" Rosaline shouted, as if just recognizing him.

Carrie gave a slight "oomph" as she bumped into the immovable Rosaline.

"C'mon Corporal Connors; after him!" Rosaline commanded. She gave a high battle cry, mimicked meekly by Carrie, as the two ran after David.

Damn it Rosaline, David thought as he ran. I won't lose to you this time.

David cut across D Street, forcing a man in a lean white car to jerk to a halt as David darted in front of it.

"Hey kid, watch where you're going!" The man shouted.

His anger turned into pure shock as Rosaline's foot landed on his clean white paintjob as she jumped over the hood of his car.

"Hey kid, that's my car!"

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry." Carrie bowed apologetically to the man as she went by.

David ran through the front entrance of the department store where he worked. Upon entering he lightly bumped into a man carrying several plastic bags. David apologized without stopping and darted across the floor. When Rosaline entered the store, she tackled that same man to the floor. She clamped her hand over his mouth and brought her face close to his ear.

"Where's the boy, mother-ducker?" she growled.

The man began to panic and fought to get out from under her. Rosaline kept the man pinned until she caught sight of David running up the escalator. She released the man and hurried after her target. He got to his feet and managed to collect the bags he had dropped. Then Carrie ran into the store and lightly bumped into him.

"Oh, please excuse me sir. Huh?" she said before the man forcefully shoved her out of the way and ran out of the building with an alarming look on his face. Carrie looked over the first floor, but couldn't see David or Rosaline. "Where'd they go?" Carrie asked herself before walking briskly through the department.

The blonde teenager made his way to the familiar floor shared by the toy and swimsuit departments. Knowing that Rosaline was hot on his tail, David sprinted through the aisles and then dove, like a baseball player, to safety behind the check-out counter. David panted heavily as he crouched on the floor. A twenty year-old with glasses and a goatee looked down at him.

"Hey Bart, how's it going?" David huffed.

"Are you here to take over for me?" he asked.

"No, I'm just proving myself a real man. Just tell me when that girl with the blue hair leaves." David ordered.

Rosaline sniffed around the floor for some time, even coming dangerously close to David's hiding spot. But when she was mostly satisfied, she began making her way to the escalator. It was then that David's phone released the loud, high-pitched singing of a famous Japanese pop artist. Rosaline dramatically turned around with a blood-thirsty glow in her eyes.

"Ah, she's running this way," Bart stuttered.

David didn't bother silencing his phone before he was back on his feet, running away from Rosaline. And then he saw the elevator door just as people were walking in. He strained his muscles to the breaking point as the sweat-dripping boy squeezed through the closing door and slammed into the back of the elevator. He then hastily reached across the elevator and pressed the close-door button with one finger.

Rosaline screamed as the doors came together before she could get in. She pounded her fists against the metallic door while she thought of what to do next. She impatiently stamped her feet and then ran for the escalator.

"Go ahead and suck on that, Rosaline!" David gave a dramatic power-pull-down in celebration of his own escape. There were three other people on the elevator, a mother and two little kids, and the mother looked unamused. David cleared his throat and apologized.

When the elevator came to a stop, David cautiously stuck his head out and only stepped out of the elevator when he didn't see anyone he knew. Unfortunately for him, immediately after, Carrie stepped out from behind a rack of lingerie. Carrie had blushed at the sight of the lacey apparel, but her coloring returned to normal when she saw David.

He looked back, but the elevator had already closed with new people inside. He would have to run for it.

"Atta girl Carrie! Get him!" Rosaline yelled after seeing the two of them as she rode down the escalator. The blue-haired girl hastily made her way down the rest of the steps and joined in the chase. She soon overtook Carrie and was right behind a tiring David.

David ran by a janitor and swiftly snatched the mop from out of his old hands. He turned around and held the dripping mop up at Rosaline with one hand, like a fencer holding a foil. David did a couple of quick jabs at Rosaline's face, forcing her back a few steps. But then the irritated girl grabbed the end of the mop and pulled it from David's grip.

Surprised, David quickly took off for the escalator. I can't keep going like this, he thought. I won't last much longer.

Then he saw Carrie was much closer to the escalator than he was. She would get there first, and he'd have no way to escape.

"Damn it," he said through clenched teeth as he jumped over the railing around the escalator and dropped to the first floor beneath them. David landed heavily, feeling an unbearable pinch in his knee, but he was still able to run.

Mop in hand, Rosaline mimicked his maneuver, jumping to the floor under them, but she landed easily and returned to her pursuit in an instant.

She twirled the mop around with her fingers, and then with all her strength, launched the mop at David like the pitcher for a baseball team. The heavy end struck David hard in the lower back, causing the blonde boy to fall backwards to the floor.

Rosaline partially covered her mouth as she laughed heartily like a movie villain. She stood looking over David with one hand on her hip as she stood ten feet away. She didn't seem to worry that he might suddenly take off again. The way he looked, drenched in sweat and rubbing his sore tailbone, that didn't seem like a possibility.

"Silly, silly Pervert," Rosaline shook her head. "You may have dozens of teammates, hell, you could have a hundred teammates, but you would still be outmatched. Gather all the comrades you want and you still won't have a chance against the mighty General Rosaline and her unstoppable squad."

David reflexively scowled at her, but he was remaining focused. He wasn't going to let her get the better of him. But despite his resolve, David's blood began to boil.

"Like I said," Rosaline continued, "it isn't the number of troops that win a war, nor is it their training or weaponry. The divine hand of the universe grants victory to those who deserve it." Rosaline didn't really believe that, but she figured it made for a good speech.

"Ha," she scoffed with a devilish grin. "This is a fitting look for you, Pervo. Consider this defeat as payment for every dirty thought you ever had, every unwilling girl you ever sullied with those beastly paws, for an un-apologized existence as the lowest form of scum!"

Rosaline cackled loudly with her head thrown back. David took a deep breath to calm his nerves and began to rise from the floor. His muscles ached with every movement, but David managed to get to his feet and turned to face the door.

I won't run away, he thought to himself.

"Go on, Rosaline. No, seriously, go on. Keep grandstanding until your heart's content. I want to hear it." David turned back towards Rosaline with cruel smirk.

"Why?" Rosaline had an unsure fold on her brow.

"Hearing you go off on a pompous rant makes my victory all the more sweet. Don't doubt my team, and don't underestimate me either." He pointed at himself with his thumb. "For all your talk, the divine hand of the universe would never choose someone as ridiculous as you to beat me!"

"We'll see about that!" Rosaline screamed as she lunged at him. She was stopped suddenly, however, when Carrie jumped in her path.

"Rosaline, please stop!" Carrie squeaked. The short girl held both her hands out as if she were directing traffic.

"C-Carrie?"

David was just as surprised as Rosaline.

"Carrie, don't stop me. This pervert defaced our team's reputation. I can't let someone like hi-"

"Stop please," Carrie repeated. Her head hung low and her voice seemed to catch in her throat.

"Carrie, you're too trusting. This pervert deserves every bit of eternal punishment hell has for him," Rosaline said, pointing at the panting blonde.

David clenched his fists. He wanted to knock that condescending look right off her face. But he managed to calm himself. Getting into a fight with her best friend was not the best way to make amends with Carrie.

"And I'm going to see to it that he knows his place!"

"No!" Carrie yelled. "Please, just stop. I'm begging you." Carrie's bangs covered her eyes and her drooping pigtails hung aside her face. "You think David's some dirty pervert, that he is just a danger to me, but you're wrong. It isn't true."

Carrie shook as she spoke. It wasn't easy to stand up to Rosaline. The blue-haired girl was tall, strong and could best anyone in a screaming match. Carrie on the other hand was five-foot-three and soft spoken. It took everything she had to say this, even with her eyes firmly fixed on the ground.

"He's not a pervert at all, and he's not a threat to me. Please trust me when I say that David is a good person." The words were catching in her throat again, but she had to pull through. "Stop treating him as some kind of sex offender. He doesn't deserve it."

Rosaline uncomfortably crossed her arms and looked away, her lips slightly puckered.

"Humph, I was just trying to-"

"I know you were just looking out for me. I really appreciate it; I do." Carrie cut her off. "I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you looking out for me. But David's just looking out for me, too. He's only being kind, so please stop being so mean to him."

Rosaline looked up at David with a grunt. She walked past Carrie and went right up to him. David readied himself for any kind of reaction. Turning Carrie against her could mean his life.

He flinched when she stuck out her hand.

"I still don't like you. But if Carrie wants me to treat you like you aren't an obscene monkey, then that's the least I can do for her sake. I apologize." Rosaline spoke seriously. The expression on her face said that she clearly wasn't happy about this, but at the same time she was willing to acquiesce.

"Sure," David finally forced himself to say as he took her hand. "Thank you."

"I'm sorry, but after all these years of me grilling you and constantly ridiculing you, you've finally proven yourself," Rosaline said, "to be nothing more than an ignorant worm!" Rosaline flashed a smile so frightening that it made David gasp.

"Eh?"

"Bwahahahah!" Rosaline laughed loudly and threw down David's hand as if it was a piece of trash. "You just got schooled!"

David looked down at his hand.

"Of all the…" David muttered, embarrassed by such a slip-up.

"Teamwork!" Rosaline slid across the floor over to Carrie and held up her hand. But the stunned Carrie didn't move. Rosaline lifted up Carrie's hand and high-fived it. She then placed her elbow on Carrie's head and used the shorter girl to support herself. "Silly, silly, foolish, silly Pervert, you have just witnessed the awesome power of the blue team. Fear us and tremble beneath the mere threat of our military might!"

"Ah, Rosaline, I-I wasn't…" Carrie stuttered.

"I know, I know," Rosaline shook Carrie back and forth while looking at her with proud eyes, "that was genius, Carrie. You are obviously the backbone of our team's strategery. I was just blown away; you almost convinced me for a second. But of course, with my unmatched powers of perception, I was able to see through that little ruse and could play along." She started laughing again.

David gave her a disgusted look. What an idiot, he thought.

Rosaline wiped a tear from her eye as she finished laughing. She then congratulated Carrie and slapped the blushing girl on the back.

"I've got to give you more credit, Carrie. That was amazing. I'm going to have to promote you to sergeant. I guess it's safe to leave the rest to you." Rosaline gave Carrie a thumbs-up and headed for the exit. Just as she opened the door, she looked back at the two of them. "Pfffthahahahahah!" Then she left the department store while laughing her head off.

The manager of the five-story hotel was laying face-down on the floor of the lobby in a near-comatose state. His attempts to stop the people from destroying his lobby were failures, and the matter became worse when they began to suspect him of harboring the blue team's flag. The horde of capture-the-flag players forcefully stripped him down to his underwear, and only then began to question whether the flag was really hidden in the hotel.

"Michy, we searched the hotel lobby. No, we can't find anything. Yeah, we tore this place apart." A group began digging through the stuffing in the couch cushions to see if the flag was hidden inside. One of the team players spoke into his cell phone. "Should we keep looking? What do you want us to do in the park? Right, right, we're on our way." The man hung-up and forwarded Michy's new instructions to his teammates.

As Carrie led David to the jail that was the adult toy store, she walked slightly ahead of him with her hands folded in front of her and her head down. She hadn't said a word since they left the department store.

That idiot, David thought. That idiot, that idiot Rosaline. She always makes everything so much more difficult than it needs to be. If she would just leave us alone then I could have settled this the way I wanted to. Everything would be patched up with Carrie, and it wouldn't look like I just did it because she said some nice things about me.

David looked at Carrie's back as she walked ahead of him. The headlight of a passing car hit them both and then zoomed past them. David's stomach felt funny.

No, he thought, it's my fault. If I had confessed to Carrie a month ago, then I wouldn't be feeling this way. If I had talked to her about why we made her and Rosaline kiss, then I wouldn't be feeling this way. Hell, if I gave her a proper thanks for the manga she bought, then…it'd be better by now. If I don't say anything now, will it become even harder to say something tomorrow?

"Hey, Carrie, I want…to…"

Carrie turned around to face him. David was frozen and his stomach only felt worse. Her pigtails fluttered in the breeze created by the passing cars. Her face was lightly red, and tears trickled down her cheeks.

"Sorry," Carrie muttered as she turned around. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and began to run away.

David quickly grabbed her hand and stopped her. The sniffling Carrie didn't move while David held her hand. The blonde boy wrapped his arms around her middle and embraced her from behind.

"Carrie, I am so sorry," David said softly. "The last thing in this world that I'd ever want to see is you crying. And to make it worse, it's all my fault. Isn't it?"

"No," Carrie said, "It isn't your fault. It's mine. I'm a terrible friend." New tears started spilling. "Rosaline teases you and calls you names, and I never do anything to stop her."

"It's no big deal; that's my problem, not yours." A light smile appeared on his lips as he nestled his cheek against her hair. He was growing very fond of the smell of her shampoo. "Don't worry about me."

"It is my problem," Carrie said between sobs. She placed her hands over his. "I realized that I'm always relying on you to take care of me. When the cross-dresser attacked me, you were the first one to come to my side. And then you got hurt because of it. I'm sorry; I feel incredibly selfish. But even now, in your arms, I feel so comfortable. And that's not fair to you, David."

"If I could comfort you like this forever, I'd be the happiest man in the world," David said sweetly. Carrie's eyes opened wide upon hearing this. "You never have to worry about repaying me. I will always be by your side to look after you, but only because that's what I want."

"But I'll still feel like a burden." Carrie muttered.

"Carrie," David released his grasp. She turned around to face him as a passing car lit up his face for a brief moment. "Then we'll look after each other. That'd be fair, right?"

Carrie's face slowly lit up.

"Okay," she said happily while still holding his hand. Her warm smile across her tearstained face made David's heart melt for the nth time.

He wanted to protect her. He wanted to be with her. He wanted them to have fun together again, along with Frankie and Al and R-Kelley and even the obnoxious one. Even if it's the least I can do, David thought, this is my decision.

They walked hand-in-hand down the semi-crowded streets. The numerous tourists were all rushing to find a place to see the show that started in a few minutes.

David pondered over his decision. He had seen dozens of anime characters accept rejection the exact same way, so why was it so hard to come to this conclusion? I guess being a performer is more difficult than being a spectator, David mused. But still…

"Carrie, I know that someday you're going to find some…person that you really like. Just understand that no matter who it is, I'll always support you. You don't have to hide anything from me. I'm on your side, regardless of who you choose."

Carrie thoughtfully looked at the sidewalk ahead of her.

"Even if I end up liking some deranged drug addict or a member of the mafia?"

David hadn't thought of that.

"Uh, well, regardless of who you choose, I'm always on your side," he repeated. "And even though I know you can handle yourself, I'll try my best to protect you."

Carrie smiled lightly.

"Thank you," she said as she gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

In the park, a college girl with short black hair stood with a paper plate in one hand and her mouth full.

"Hey, this is really good," Jill said.

"Why thank you, Madam," Frankie said, saluting her with his spatula, "that's a bratwurst you've got there. It's my specialty." Frankie flipped a few burgers that cooked on the grill he stood before.

"You must be quite the cook." She gave him a seductive smile. "I'm Jill. We should hang out some time."

"Hey, buddy, back off my woman!" Jack leaped in between Jill and Frankie, as if shielding her with his body.

"Heh, of course," Frankie smiled awkwardly and returned to cooking.

"Geez, what's the matter with you?" Jill gave Jack a light shove. "Don't I have the right to have guy friends?"

"Oh, c'mon baby," Jack said as his girlfriend stormed off.

Frankie flipped a few burgers on the grill, while Al, Michy, R-Kelley and all their teammates ate and talked at the picnic table or on the grass around them. Frankie just set a patty in a bun for a guy holding out his plate when he caught sight of David and Carrie approaching the group and holding hands.

"Does this mean what I think it means?" Frankie asked with an expectant smile.

"Nope," both David and Carrie said in unison.

"Well," Frankie said with a sigh, "that's kind of a relief in its own way."

Carrie took a seat at the picnic table across from R-Kelley, while David stood next to Frankie at the grill. The short blonde yawned loudly.

"I'm exhausted," David mumbled.

"Well, yeah, you were up all night, and you had a pretty busy day," Frankie said as he handed David a plate with a burger. "Actually come to think of it, I'm pretty worn out too."

"Yep, I'm going to sleep well tonight," David said as he yawned again and took a seat next to Carrie.

"Hey look," Al shouted and pointed up to the sky.

The fireworks show had begun. One after another the rockets were launched over the ocean only to explode in a bright fire that lit up the dark sky in all kinds of colors. The booms echoed on the mountains to the east. From the dark park the group had a decent view of the show, although the beach house would have been an even better vantage point.

"Meh, you've seen one firework you've seen them all," Michy said as she took a bite out of her burger.

"Yeah, but it does make it feel like summer, don't you think?" Frankie said.

"Hey Frankie!" Rosaline yelled as she stalked over to him, "Why haven't you tagged all these people; they're on our side!"

"Sorry Rosaline, but Al and I had to step out of bounds to get the food from the beach house. I guess we're out of the game." Frankie seemed to pay more attention to the grill than her.

"I will not stand for this insubordination! Don't you know the motto of the blue team is to never surrender? I can't believe you just gave up like that. I'll have you court-martialed Colonel! In fact, I'm demoting you to the rank of warrant officer. Yeah, how do you like that?" She ranted angrily at Frankie until he held out a plate with a burger on top. "If you think this'll save your butt, you've got another thing coming!" She then took the plate, shoved David out of the way and sat down next to Carrie. Rosaline took a bite. "This is good," she said, still trying to sound angry.

Carrie gave David a concerned look, but he waved it off and took a new place at the picnic table away from Rosaline. He normally would have been irritated, but he was still riding high from that intimate moment with Carrie a few minutes ago.

"Hey Michy," David said as the fireworks continued to explode, "I was thinking. Why did we never just send all or even half of our team to their side? It would have ended the game a lot quicker."

Michy had a slightly embarrassed look on her face.

"I-I thought of that," she stuttered, "but I just wanted to make them suffer for a while. It's better to destroy any hope they had of winning. That's what made them give up after all."

"I thought you wanted to keep the game going because you were having fun."

"Shut up, R-Kelley."

"Isn't that also why you insisted on facing Rosaline alone?"

"Hey, she wanted her revenge, so I had no choice but to one-up her myself. And I won," Michy said proudly. R-Kelley smiled at that. "Oh hi, Bro Dog, where'd you come from?" The golden retriever looked up at Michy expectantly. She tore off a bit of her hamburger and held it out for him "Sorry, there's no paprika on it."

"Why would you put paprika on a hamburger? That's just silly," R-Kelley said. Michy gave him an annoyed glare as Bro Dog ate the offering.

"Frankie," Al went up to his friend at the barbeque. "Have you ever wondered what would have happened if you hadn't been locking Rosaline in her room every night?"

"What do you mean?" Frankie gave Al a confused look.

"If Rosaline's door wasn't locked, then Carrie would have gone into her room instead. And then who knows what would've happened." Al whispered.

"Ugh, I'd really rather not think about that."

"That reminds me," Al sat down next to Carrie after Rosaline had stood up in order to argue with Michy. "So everything's all fixed with you and David now, right? Everything's out in the open? We're all friends again?"

"Yes," Carrie said happily, "everything's back to normal."

"Good, then perhaps you can tell me something. What happened in that dream you were having?" Al asked as he leaned his elbow on the wooden table.

"What dream?"

"You know, you were having a dream about Rosaline that night you went into David's room and started feeling him up." Al explained with an eager grin. "Was it really kinky? I'm dying to know!"

"What!" Carrie shrieked, her face going red so quickly it must have been a personal record. "D-David, y-you s-said I didn't d-do…"

"Way to go, Al!" David stood up and slammed his hands against the table. "You jerk, can't you keep your mouth closed for once? Ah!"

Rosaline pulled on David's ear and said "You pervert, don't you go harpin' on my main man Albert Hans!"

"God, again with the 'pervert.' Are you incapable of thinking of better insults?" Michy groaned.

"She does seem to say that quite a lot, doesn't she," R-Kelley agreed with an oblivious smile.

"Shut up, Blondie; your kind's not welcome here," Rosaline yelled as she released David.

"And what kind is that?" Michy stood up so that she could stare Rosaline in the eye.

"The kind that pisses me off!" Rosaline shouted in Michy's face.

"I am going to murder you," Michy said angrily.

"Well then let's finish this once and for all!"

"Fine then," Michy said, holding up her hand like she was ready to go, "rock-paper-scissors."

"Haha, Blondie, you're once again thinking too small. But that's to be expected, isn't it? Haven't you learned anything from this whole incident? The size of the solution has to fit the size of the problem. Our rivalry is as big as King Kong; as big as the universe even. And it needs to be treated as such. Arm wrestle, right now, let's go!" Rosaline said as she placed her elbow on the table.

"No, I'm not doing that," Michy refused.

"Yes, then I win. Hahahahah!" Rosaline gave a victory dance.

"Geez, you're immature!"

"What did you say?"

"Hey! You stop fighting or I'll turn this barbeque around!" Frankie yelled from the grill.

"Sorry, Dad," the two said in unison as they sat back in their own seats.

Rosaline continued to watch the fireworks go off one after another until midnight. In her mind, she reviewed everything that had happened so far this summer. It had been pretty full. But there was still that one thing she had to accomplish. She wasn't ready to give up yet. Despite her eagerness, Rosaline didn't have a problem taking this short break to hang out with her friends. After all, there was still plenty of summer left.

"Frankie, I've got this great new idea about how to attract a boyfriend!" Rosaline exclaimed excitedly. Frankie and the others listened without interruption as she went on to explain the latest of many crazy ideas that popped into her mind. "The poor sap will never see it coming!"


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