Free Forbidden Boy by Hailey Abbott Page B

Jules laughed.
    “Which must be why they still play it on the radio, like, constantly.”
    Chloe shrugged. “I told Dad we’d handle dinner tonight. What are you in the mood for? Fish? Pasta? Or maybe just a big salad?”
    Julianne really wasn’t sure what she wanted. Not in terms of dinner, not in terms of anything. Her fabulous summer job was going to be tainted with special guest appearances by Remi Moore. Her special tribute painting to her mom was getting more difficult by the day.
    And the construction and the gates on the beach certainly weren’t helping anything. Her photography was better than ever this summer, but nothing she did made her painting seem any more polished. Julianne pulled her feet off of Chloe’s bed and tugged her body up from the floor. “Do you mind if I check MySpace?” she asked.
    “Kat promised she’d post some pictures of Madrid.”
    “Sure, it’s on,” Chloe tossed back. “Just make sure I’m logged out.”
    Julianne sat down in Chloe’s gigantic rolling chair and piloted it into the computer cove of Chloe’s white wicker desk. She ran her fingers over the touch mouse to turn off the screen saver (a rotating photo slide show of Chloe with her sorority sisters, Chloe with her premed friends, Chloe volunteering, and Chloe crossing a bunch of 5k finish lines. Damn—her sister’s life looked exhausting!) and logged into MySpace—her current go-to method of procrastination.
    Julianne looked at the familiar blue banner spread across the top of the screen and checked her “bulletin space” for news from her friends who were away for the summer. She tried to ignore her disappointment that Kat’s photos still weren’t up, and she skipped over to her own photo collection. Mitch had taken a picture of her in a hard hat this morning and promised he would post it.
    “Whatcha’ looking at?” Chloe asked, coming up behind her sister to peek at the screen.
    “Not much,” Julianne said, flipping through her photo album at a rapid pace. She wasn’t really amused by MySpace at the moment.
    “Ooh, I like that one,” Chloe piped up, pointing to a picture of Julianne sitting on a cooler at a beach bonfire.
    Her hair was blowing everywhere in the beach breeze, and her face was lit orange by the fire.
    “Hey!” Chloe smacked Julianne on the shoulder in excitement.
    “Hey what?” Julianne asked, rubbing her shoulder.
    “Let’s look up your new favorite project manager!”
    Chloe laughed, putting quotes around “project manager”
    and deepening her voice.
    “Ew! No!” Jules squealed, giggling. “I am adopting a strict ‘no bringing work home with me’ policy from here on out.”
    “Oh, c’mon!” Chloe wheedled, using the camp counselor voice that suckered Julianne in each and every time.
    Jules folded. “Okay, you do it though. It’s your idea.”
    Julianne got up and surrendered the cushy rolling chair to its rightful owner. Chloe slid into the computer corner and pulled her laptop closer to her. She selected search and typed in “Remi Moore.” Julianne tried to contain her nervous laughter.
    “Jackpot!” Chloe burst out. “There are seven pages of Remi Moores. There are literally dozens of them. Who knew so many people shared such a weird name? Let’s put our detective hats on. If I were an obnoxious project-managing, land-destroying hipster, where would I be?”
    Julianne laughed as they started clicking.
    About six pages in, Chloe stopped clicking and excitedly poked Julianne. “Found him! This is so totally him!” Julianne leaned down and squinted at the computer, momentarily wishing that she wore glasses.
    “What does his headline say?” Julianne asked.
    “Pompous land-hog seeking non-sustainable relationship,” Chloe answered.
    “Wait, really ?” Julianne whipped her head around and squinted at the screen. As much as she wanted to dislike Remi, that didn’t seem right at all.
    “No, of course not,” Chloe fessed up. “But I think it would be much