Free We'll Always Have Summer by Jenny Han

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    I ended up taking one drink when Molly said, “I never dated two people in the same family.”
    “You dated brothers?” Joy asked me, looking interested all of a sudden. “Or a brother and a sister?”
    Coughing a little, I said, “Brothers.”
    “Twins?” Shay said.
    “At the same time?” Molly wanted to know.
    “No, not at the same time. And they’re just regular brothers,” I said. “They’re a year apart.”
    “That’s kind of badass,” Joy said, giving me an approv-ing look.
    And then we went on to the next thing. When Shay said she’d never stolen before and Joy took a drink, I saw the look on Anika’s face, and I had to bite the insides of my cheeks to keep from laughing. She saw me, and we exchanged a secret look.
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    in the study, and we talked, but we never became close.
    Jillian and I never became best buddies either, but she ended up being a pretty good roommate.
    Of all those girls, Anika was the one I ended up being closest to. Even though we were the same age, she took me under her wing like a little sister, and for once I didn’t mind being the little sister. Anika was too cool for me to care. She smelled the way I imagined wildflowers smelled when they grew in sand. Later, I found out it was the oil she put in her hair. Anika almost never gossiped, she didn’t eat meat, and she was a dancer. I admired all of those things about her.
    I was sorry we’d never be roommates. From now on, I’d only ever have one roommate again—my husband.
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Chapter Seventeen
    I woke up early the next day. I showered, threw away my shower shoes, and got ready one last time in my dorm room. I didn’t put my ring on, just in case. I put it in the zippered pocket in my purse. My dad wasn’t the most observant guy when it came to accessories, so it wasn’t likely, but still.
    My dad was at the dorm by ten o’clock to move me out. Jeremiah helped. I didn’t even have to give him a wakeup call the way I’d planned; he showed up at my room at nine thirty with coffee and donuts for my dad.
    I stopped in some of the girls’ rooms, hugging them good-bye, wishing them good summers. Lorrie said, “See you in August,” and Jules said, “We have to hang out more next year.” I said good-bye to Anika last, and I teared up a little. She hugged me and said, “Chill out. I’ll see you at the wedding. Tell Taylor I’ll be e-mailing her about our bridesmaid dresses.” I laughed out loud. Taylor was going to love that. Not.
    After we were done loading up the car, my dad took us to lunch at a steak restaurant. It wasn’t super fancy, but it was a nice, a family place with leather booths and pickles at the table.
    “Order whatever you like, guys,” my dad said, sliding into the booth.
    Jeremiah and I sat across from him. I looked at the menu and picked the New York strip because it was cheapest. My dad wasn’t poor, but he definitely wasn’t rich, either.
    When the waitress came over to take our orders, my dad ordered the salmon, I got the New York strip, and Jeremiah said, “I’ll have the dry-aged rib eye, medium rare.”
    The rib eye was the most expensive thing on the menu. It cost thirty-eight dollars. I looked at him and thought, he probably didn’t even look at the price. He never had to, not when all his bills got sent to his dad.
    Things were gonna change when we were married, that was for sure. No more spending money on dumb stuff like vintage Air Jordans or steak.
    “So, what do you have going on this summer, Jeremiah?” my dad asked.
    Jeremiah looked at me and then back at my dad and 88 · jenny han
    then back at me. I shook my head just slightly. I had this vision of him asking my dad for his blessing, and it was all wrong. My dad couldn’t find out before my mother.
    “I’m going to be interning at my dad’s company again,” Jeremiah said.
    “Good for you,” my dad said.