LUX'S POV

It's a bit early to deal with all this. I give Sid a kiss and leave the room to ring Peter. I need someone to talk to I guess, that's not so into me. The phone rings and I roam into the sitting room, sinking into one of Sid's mothers Victorian era chairs. "Hello?" Pete answers, sounding tired. It's ten am over there. I'm jealous. "Heeeeey Peter!" I reply. "Oh, Lux. Hey. Whats up?"

"Nothing much really. I just needed to talk to someone…"

"About what? Is anything up?" I hear him inhale on his cigarette and it leads me to light up too. "You really should stop smoking dear." I say, looking though a drawer in the end table next to me-I find what I'm looking for. A box of Marlboro reds. "I know. Anyways, yeah. So, your sure nothing bad's up?" he replies, a hint of worry in his voice.

"No Peter. Nothing at all."

"Good. Oh, Pablo told me to say hello." I roll my eyes at this.

"Pablo? Oh yes. I suppose-him. Well tell him I said hello as well. How is he doing?"

"Fine. He obviously misses you to pieces though."

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't know Lux…How long did you two go out for? Forever?"

"So I hear…." I glance towards Sid's room. I feel semi awful.

"Anyways" I add, "I've met someone else."

"Huh? Wait. Really?"

"Well. Yes. So, Pablo is getting what he wanted. What do you suppose a break is Peter? I mean, really. Don't tell me Pablo isn't fucking every girl he sees." I laugh; strangely unaware of what was going on.

"No. He isn't, but clearly, you are. Well, whatever, I don't want to get in the middle of it." Pete says.

"How's Kate then?" I ask, moving on.

"She's lovely. As always."

"Still broken up then?"

"Yup." There is a short silence; we smoke, thinking things separately. I wonder if Pablo really misses me that much. I add calling him to my mental list of things to do. A short while later, Sid appears in the doorway.

"Peter, I should go."

"Oh? Alright. Hmm, see you tomorrow at the airport then?"

"mmmmhhhm."

We hang up, and turn once again, to Sid.

"What's up?" I ask him, standing up. "Do you want me or not?" He asks. "Just for a while." I reply, feeling a slight headache coming on. I offer him a cigarette, and liking my answer, we start to kiss.

I wake up in Sid's bed, naked this time. At 7. He is nowhere to be found. And I sit still, wondering if I am a slut.

I don't think so.

I take a minute to think of my past loves.

My first real boyfriend was in 8th grade. I had "dated" people in grades before that. But you know how middle school is.

In 8th grade I moved to New York, and left my Venice boyfriend behind. I didn't date anyone for a while, but I did hookup with people occasionally. I started dating this guy, Fred, towards the end of 8th grade. I went back to Venice that summer and Stacy and I discovered our lifelong crushes on each other (although nothing much happened besides a smile and a kiss on the cheek.) In 9th grade I caught Fred making out with some Swedish girl at a house party so that was the end of that. And then in 10th grade I got taken out of school because my dad found some coke in my room (not that he should be one to judge) So I was asked where I wanted to go. I had had it with the United States and all the jerks I had "dated", and just all the washed out losers in general. So I moved to Europe and went to boarding school in England. That's where I met Peter. My first friend overseas. Him and his girlfriend Kate took care of me, and when I got settled I took care of them. Through them I seemed to meet a billion people, one of them, my first European boyfriend James. James's best friend was called Pablo. As I spent more and more time with James I spent more and more time with Pablo. So we sort of fell in love I guess. We went out until now, basically. And now is the summer before college.

And now Sid Shepard.

Sid comes in a minute later (speak of the devil). Wearing boxers and carrying a bag of weed. We light up and make out.