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"  After discussing the Jack situation at length with Brandon, Meg and Sarah over the weekend, I decided to keep my mouth shut about it at work, especially in his presence. I figured that if I confronted him, he&amp;#039;d use whatever I said against me. Since he was still pulling his shiny happy jerkface routine, I decided to follow his lead. I responded to his hellos, thanked him when he complimented me, and graciously accepted his one complaint after we viewed the new episode -- that I seemed uncomfortable when discussing the presidential election with everybody&amp;#039;s favorite country star. (I was.)  As the day wore on, my attention shifted to the activity I had planned for that evening -- going over to Brandon&amp;#039;s place to meet his runaway sister. I&amp;#039;m not sure why I was so nervous to meet a 16-year-old exactly, but I was.  When I showed up, Amber answered the door.  &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re K.?!&amp;quot; she asked incredulously, then caught herself. &amp;quot;I mean, um, hi.&amp;quot;  I wasn&amp;#039;t quite sure how to respond to that. Nor was I sure how to respond to the fact that Amber, with Brandon&amp;#039;s same startling green eyes and brown wavy hair, appeared to be somewhere in the neighborhood of six months pregnant. Apparently, Brandon hadn&amp;#039;t told me everything about his family.  &amp;quot;I take it Brandon didn&amp;#039;t tell you how much I liked Juno,&amp;quot; she said with a wry smile. I couldn&amp;#039;t help but giggle, and then Brandon came out of the kitchen.  &amp;quot;Shrimp scampi is served!&amp;quot; he announced.  &amp;quot;Again?&amp;quot; Amber mumbled. &amp;quot;God.&amp;quot;  Over dinner, Amber turned the pleasant conversation into an awkward direction.  &amp;quot;I didn&amp;#039;t expect you to be so, well\u2026&amp;quot; she began.  &amp;quot;Pretty,&amp;quot; Brandon interrupted, giving her a look. &amp;quot;Right?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Well yeah, that,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;But also, you&amp;#039;re so normal.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Amber,&amp;quot; Brandon warned.  &amp;quot;His last girlfriend had like, pink hair, and a tongue ring, and she had full sleeves tattooed on both her arms,&amp;quot; she continued, undeterred. &amp;quot;She was this crazy performance artist chick.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;All of my girlfriends haven&amp;#039;t been like that,&amp;quot; he said to me.  &amp;quot;Riiight. What about the hippie chick who called herself Dandelion? Or the one who was a bass player in a metal band?&amp;quot;  And I thought NB&amp;#039;s exes were intimidating.  After dinner, Amber was feeling tired and went to lie down for a nap. Brandon must have seen something in my face, because he moved close to me on the couch and took my hand in his.  &amp;quot;You know how sometimes you find yourself attracted to something over and over,&amp;quot; he began. &amp;quot;And then you realize that what you&amp;#039;re attracted to is what&amp;#039;s bad for you?&amp;quot;  I nodded. I understood that quite well.  &amp;quot;For most of my dating life, I&amp;#039;ve been with freaky girls,&amp;quot; he admitted. &amp;quot;But the thing is, they were all trying to cover up who they really were, and I think that&amp;#039;s what I wanted to do at the time, too. Does that make sense?&amp;quot;  I nodded.  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ve been single for a really long time, K., because I wanted to figure out what I wanted. And what I want is you. You&amp;#039;re real. You&amp;#039;re not afraid to be neurotic, and impulsive, but you have a good heart. Plus you&amp;#039;re funny as hell and super hot, and that&amp;#039;s kind of a double whammy for me.&amp;quot;  I started to smile. He leaned in to kiss me, and before too long, we were making out on the couch, him on top of me.  &amp;quot;Gross!&amp;quot; Amber said as she walked into the room. &amp;quot;My morning sickness tomorrow is all your fault.&amp;quot;  I went home shortly thereafter. I&amp;#039;ve never been with a guy as honest as Brandon before. It&amp;#039;s refreshing. And a little bit scary. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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