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Halley's POV

"Hey mom, could you give me a ride to Hale's?" I asked as I padded into the kitchen.

My mom looked up from the cook book she'd been reading and turned her head to one side. "The hotel? What for?"

I grabbed my new gold Juicy Couture bag off the counter and dropped my cell phone inside. "That's Juliet's dad's hotel, remember? We hang out there sometimes. I'm going to stay overnight." I said softly, urging her to remember.

She gave me a blank look for a moment. "Oh!" She cried, smacking herself on the head. "Duh, you go there all the time. Sure, sure, I'll take you." I let out a sigh of relief. "Are you going now? Why don't you eat something first, this is almost done." She murmured, gesturing to the oven.

I shook my head and replied, "No thanks. We'll probably eat there."

"Oh, okay." My mom replied, nodding. "Let's go then." She grabbed her keys off the table and stopped suddenly. "Do you know how to get there?"

"Yeah." I murmured, throwing my purse over my shoulder.

She started walking out. "Good, good. I just can't seem to remember."

I nodded and followed her out and to her black pickup truck. She had a thing for trucks. Apparently she felt safer in them. She was squinting her eyes as she sat in the car, mumbling random directions to herself.

"It's only a couple miles away. Go off of our street and down the road, then make a left on Johnson and a right on Maple. Okay?" I said, reciting the directions I repeated all the time.

She nodded furiously. "Yes! I totally forgot. I got it now." She pushed the keys in and backed out of our long, winding driveway.

My mom has early Alzheimer's. She forgets stuff really easily. Sometimes she even forgets who I am, and will start screaming that there's a robber or a murder in her house. That's why we hide the knives.

My dad did most of the stuff for our family. He made the money and did most of the cooking, my mom only did it for fun. We had maids who came in and cleaned for us. I got rides from other people a lot, but it upset my mom so sometimes I had to let her drive me places.

Sometimes her forgetfulness works in my favor though. Sometimes it didn't.

We were at the hotel in a matter of minutes.

"Thanks for the ride." I murmured, smiling at her. "I'll call you in the morning."

"Okay." My mom replied. She smiled at me as I shut the car door.

I walked into the hotel just as Juliet did. "Halley!" She yelled, running over and giving me a bear hug. I'd been on vacation for a week, and we hadn't seen each other. She instantly pulled away and straightened her dress, running her fingers through her hair. She always did that after she did something she thought was uncool. "I missed you." She said, her voice lower. "I didn't have anyone to go to the gym with me or sit around the house in sweats."

I smiled. The rest of the girls were too self-conscious around Juliet. They refused to wear anything that wasn't designer around her, because they thought she would judge them and think they weren't pretty enough or cool enough. Turns out, Juliet liked to sit around in pajama pants and ratty T-shirts just as much as any other girl. I'm her only friend who's ever been happy to work out and get sweaty and gross around her, the only one who let her see me without makeup. I'm probably the only one who's seen her without her makeup and hair done.

"We'll hang out sometime this week and have a work-out day." I replied, grinning while she led me upstairs to her suite.

"Yay!" She squealed quietly. "We'll go work out then have a movie day at my house. I'll make a list of movies to get when the other girls are asleep tonight. You'll have to help me, so I hope you're ready to stay up all night." she finished as she stuck her hotel card into the slot at her door.

Juliet's family had a whole entire wing at the huge hotel. Juliet had her own suite, which was about as big as a large one-floor house. As she opened the door and we walked inside, I took a deep breath, taking in the sweet smell of blueberry that always filled the suite. Juliet had an obsession with blueberry scented things. She herself even smelled like blueberries at all times.

I walked inside and threw my purse onto the kitchen counter-that was another thing, she had a full kitchen, a family room, a bedroom for herself, several smaller bedrooms, a dining room, a master bathroom, a full room sized closet. She had everything.

She plopped down on her L shaped red leather couch and faced me. "I love your outfit by the way."

I looked down. I was wearing a sequin embellished olive green tank top with a white tulip skirt and dark brown boots. "Oh, thanks." I replied, sitting down near her and crossing my legs.

"You're so lucky, your legs are so thin and perfect." Juliet said, frowning. It wasn't like her to make compliments like that. She didn't show jealousy often.

I turned as I heard a noise, but there was nothing there. I shrugged and rolled my eyes. Juliet was perfect in every way. Sure, her legs were a little thicker than mine, but she was curvy. I had a ballerina's body, just how I needed it. "I have chicken legs. You wouldn't want these legs anyway, they're too thin. I only let them stay this thin because I need to have them this way." I did ballet, and took it very seriously.

"I'm still jealous." She replied, folding her arms.

I shrugged and looked at the door. "When are the others coming?" I asked.

"They were supposed to be here a few minutes ago. They'll be here soon." she said, inspecting her nails. "When they get here, let's have something to eat, then get our nails, hair, and makeup done. It's a club night, I think."

I grinned. "Awesome. Where are we going to get done up?"

Juliet turned her head to one side. "I think I'll call Andy."

A sly smile grew on my face. Andy was Juliet's stylist, and she only called for him when she was newly single. "No way! you and Derrick-"

"Yes. I was sad at first, but now, I couldn't be happier."

I grinned and grabbed her hand. "We'll grab us some hot guys and have a pool night with them. Agreed?"

Juliet jumped up and spun around in a giddily. "Yes!" She cried, flashing her white teeth. "Let's go pick out bikinis while we wait for everyone else. I'll call Andy to come in 15 minutes." My stomach rumbled as she grabbed her cell phone and punched in a few numbers while we ran off to her closet.

Suddenly, I caught sight of something purple on the refrigerator. "I'll be right there." I said, walking over to it. It was a Post-it note. I pulled it off and read the glittery purple writing.

Hey Hal, don't you hate those awkward

moments when people compliment you

on things you're ashamed of? There's

one simple solution…but I know

you'll never listen. Oh well,

talk to you later Hal. Enjoy dinner(;

xoxo-A

My eyes widened. I crushed the paper and stuffed it into my purse as I heard a song start blasting from Juliet's closet.

"And they rise in the morning
And they sleep in the dark
And even though nobody's looking
She's falling apart

She gets home from school too early
And closes the door to her room
There's nothing inside her
She's weak and she's tired of feeling like this

And they rise in the morning
And they sleep in the dark
And even though nobody's looking
She's falling apart"

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