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know Troy. He’s in that band with my friend, Damian. Tommy talked to him before he let me go the first time and made him promise to look out for me. They also know that I just go because I like to dance. I don’t get drunk or make bad decisions or anything.”
    “Bet you don’t wait in line either.” 
    “Well, no, but it’s because I had a connection, and now I’m a regular, I guess. Although Troy always gives me shit about not bringing my friends.”
    “You seriously go by yourself? Like all by yourself?”
    “Yeah. Sometimes it’s nice to get away. To not worry about taking care of Sander or my friends. Who’s drunk? Who’s doing drugs? Who’s leaving with a guy she shouldn’t be? Who’s going to hook up with some random guy in the bathroom?”
    “See. Just like I said. Who takes care of you?”
    “I guess I do.”
    He smiles at me. “Do you drink while you’re there?”
    “I have a little routine. As soon as I get there, I down three shots. Then I drink water the rest of the night and dance my ass off.”
    “Let’s do it. Where is this place?”
    “Most people call it the Side Door, but it doesn’t have an actual name. It's in a crappy warehouse area, and you enter from this little rusted metal side door. But it’s huge inside. Three levels. Lights. Girls dancing in cages hung from the rafters. Great music. I’ve always heard Saturday nights are insane. I’m so excited to go. But I should warn you, I look different when I go there.”
    “How so?”
    “Well, I wear lots of makeup and usually put my hair in a high ponytail.”
    “I see you in a ponytail at soccer all the time.”
    “Yeah, but it’s the makeup. The super short slinky little dresses. The sky high heels.”
    Cush gives me the look. The look I’ve seen him give so many girls right before they fall into bed with him. He can be quite charming even when he’s not trying to be.
    “You’re making me hard,” he says.
    I punch him in the shoulder. “Shut up.”
    “So not to sound like a girl, but what am I supposed to wear?”
    “I don’t know. Let’s go find something.”
    We run up to his bedroom, and I start digging through his closet. Cush dresses pretty much the same way every day. His school wardrobe consists of athletic shorts, fitted t-shirts that show off his toned chest, and brightly colored tennis shoes. 
    I survey his walk-in closet and notice a pile of boxes in the back. “What’s all this?” 
    “It’s the stuff my mom brings home from her trips.” Cush’s mom is the president of a large textiles conglomerate. They sell fabric to all the major luxury brands, so she travels the world and is rarely home. “She tries to make herself feel better about being gone all the time.”
    I start digging through the pile and quickly realize it’s literally a treasure trove.
    “Cush!! Ohmigawd! This is a Prada backpack. Do you know how expensive these are? We’re throwing away the red Nike backpack you’ve had since seventh grade, and you’re gonna start using this.”
    He nods his head in a half yes, half no direction. “Fine.”
    I continue to open one box after another and get more and more excited. “Oh, cashmere sweaters from Harrods! Ahhh!! Look at these Jimmy Choo loafers! They’re incredible!! And a Louis Vuitton carryon. Gucci. Burberry. Hermes. A Rolex!?” I turn around and hand him a small box. “You’re letting a Rolex sit in here? Are you freaking nuts?”
    “None of that stuff looks like me.”
    “It does now. Bye, bye, boring basketball shorts. Hello, international Cushman.”
    He shrugs. Rolls his eyes at me. 
    “You’re trying this stuff on. All of it. Like, right now.”
    He gives me a sly grin. “You just wanna see me naked.”
    “Yes, Cush, that is all I ever dream of. You in a closet with a pile of designer clothes all around you.” I stop. Have a flash of déjà vu and realize that does sort of sound familiar. “Actually, I have had a dream like that, but it was just me in