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Peeking over to the house, I notice all the lights are off. Maybe I can sneak in without anyone noticing.
    The front door is unlocked. I creak open the door and look around. No one is in sight. Using my cellphone, I light my way down the hall, hoping I find the right room without walking in on his dad or something. The last door down the hallway is opened and when I shine my phone in, I notice the empty porcelain goddess sitting there, ready for me to use.
    Hurrying I close the door and turn on the light, sighing relief. I didn't realize I was holding my breath while I searched for the toilet. Once I use it and wash my hands, I look in the mirror and realize that my face and neck are blotchy. I really did drink too much tonight. I should have given up after the second glass. The worst part is that I actually want more to drink. My mind and body feel loose and free, something I'm definitely not used to.
    Taking a wash cloth from the shelf above the sink, I run some cool water on it and pat the back of my neck, cooling my skin off. I wasn't hot outside but now all of a sudden I'm sweating. Taking a sip of water from the faucet first, I turn off the water, and hit the light switch before opening the bathroom door.
    A loud gasp leaves my mouth the same time a hand presses itself against my lips. "Shh," the older version of Jamison tells me. With the small glow of a bedroom light, I can see his eyes, which are warning me to listen- and I've learned a long while ago to obey the opposite sex.
    I nod slowly against his hand. He lets it drop to his side while he slowly shakes his head back and forth. His face shows a bit of amusement but more than that, it shows annoyance. I shouldn't have come inside- I had completely forgotten that Jamison had an older half-brother that showed up earlier on the motorcycle. He is no longer in his tight jeans and tee-shirt, instead he's wearing a beater and pair of green basketball shorts.
    "Sorry," I whisper quickly.
    "Just get out before Dad wakes up. Jamison should have told you."
    I bite on my lip nervously, wondering what will happen if I do wake up his dad. That is the last thing I want. I may be leaving town in a few short months but I don't need to make a disaster of things beforehand.
    "I will," I tell him. Sliding past him quickly, I tip toe through the mostly darkened hallway.
    A pull on my arm jumps me from my skin. It takes all my effort not to yelp. Turning, I give Jamison’s brother a wide eyed look of confusion. He is staring at something on my arm. "Hold on, come here," he orders silently.
    My mind tells me not to listen but somehow my feet follow him- not that I have much of a choice as he pulls on my arm. He pulls me back into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly and turning the switch back on. He twists my arm to get a better look at whatever it is.
    "You have a tick on you," he mentions.
    I look down and immediately get the shivers all over. "Gross," I whine. I have never had a tick attach to me before, but I've heard bad things about it happening.
    "Just sit on the toilet seat, I'll get the tweezers."
    "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" I question, while still listening to him. Closing the lid, I settle on the seat and watch as he digs through the cabinet for a pair of tweezers. I can feel the tiny bug moving under my skin and it takes a lot of willpower not to claw at it. I know that if I try it could end up with a worse result.
    He glances over at me like I'm some kind of idiot. "Yes, I know what I'm doing. Now sit still and be quiet."
    Instead of watching him, I look around the small bathroom. You can tell the home has only males in it- there is not one ounce of decor anywhere, unless you count the all-white shower curtain covered in brown residue.
    "I'm going to put some antibiotic ointment on it first, then pull it out. Don't squirm."
    I nod my head to answer him, then look away as I feel him touch my skin. His hand is warm against my arm, unlike his voice which