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so we can get to the doctor’s office and hopefully talk our way into being seen, even though we’re two hours late for the appointment.

CHAPTER FOUR

    WE’RE SITTING IN THE WAITING room, the three of us: Jersey, Mick, and I.   Any other doctor would probably punish us for being so late and either turn us away or make us wait until the last person left the place, but not this guy.   Doc Harper is the most righteously awesome medical person I’ve ever met. He’s been treating Jersey since he was born and I hope he never retires. I’ll probably just show up at his house if he tries.
    Mick is sitting across the room from me, taking the chapstick from Jersey over and over and pretending to put it on and lick it off right along with him.   I want to keep hating him for being nice and sexy at the same time, but that makes no sense.   I’m not so confused that I don’t realize that.   I also want to be mad about him being here, but he’s made that impossible.   I’m starting to seriously doubt that he was mocking us earlier.   What kind of guy bonds with a kid like Jersey and then goes to the doctor with him off the cuff like that?   I pray he’s not a pervert, because damn .   He is too hot for LA, if that’s even possible. I will kill him with my bare hands if he’s playing me or my brother, though.   No amount of hotness is going to save him from that.
    “Tastes good, huh?” Jersey asks.
    “Yep.   Tastes good.” Mick hands him the chapstick and glances at me before going back to looking at my brother.
    I think I scared him earlier with my bitch attack.   He hasn’t talked to me since we were on the front lawn of my house.   I sigh heavily, thinking how much I hate having to apologize for my mouth.   It’s not the first time this kind of thing has happened, with me jumping to the wrong conclusion where my brother is concerned. But no one who’s lived a year in my shoes would blame me.   Jersey’s been bullied, harassed, and even physically hurt by guys who don’t get him or his issues, so I’m hypersensitive to it now. It’s the main reason I give him so much shit myself.   I guess it’s my way of helping to toughen him up for the real world.
    My mom has this irrational need to get Jersey self-sufficient and supporting himself by the time he’s twenty-one.   She’s convinced she’s going to die young and leave her poor baby alone in the world to fend for himself, and no assurances on my part will sway her from thinking otherwise.   It might have something to do with the fact that I threaten to put him in a home on a fairly regular basis, but she knows I’m kidding.   I’d cut off my right arm for Jersey, that’s a fact.
    “Doctor Harper Harper Harper,” Jersey says, getting off the ground and standing up to meet the main man.
    “Jersey, Jersey, Jersey … how are you doing today?”
    “I got chapstick.”
    “I can see that.   What flavor is it?”   Doc Harper gestures for us to follow him into one of the exam rooms.   He knows better than to have us wait in there.   Jersey is pure hell to keep out of the tongue depressors and cotton balls; the waiting room is safer for everyone until the doctor is ready to see him.
    “Grape. It’s very grapey.   Come on, Mickey Mouse, come with us.”   Jersey holds out his hand for Mick.
    Mick hesitates, looking from the doctor to me to Jersey.
    “You’re welcome to join us if you’d like,” Doc Harper says, giving me a knowing smile.
    “He’s not with me,” I say, holding up my hands at my chest and waving them back and forth.   “He’s Jersey’s new BFF.”
    The doctor stops and frowns at all of us.
    “Nah, man, I know her,” says Mick, his face going a little red.   “It’s not like that. I’m with her too.”   He glares at me.
    “What?” I say, mystified as to why I’m on the shit list now.
    “That’s fine,” says the doctor, walking again. “If Jersey wants one of his sister’s friends to join us,