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Bethany lives in San Diego with her husband, two kiddos, and a chocolate lab who has no regard for personal space. She's slightly obsessed with John Hughes and the wonderful collection of films he left behind, and is confident that Jake Ryan will be showing up on her doorstep any day now
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I call this the wild rumpus scene:
I giggle and feel my stupid cheeks getting warm again. Oh yeah…you’re a lot more than just a pretty face. Quinn leans forward and my heart starts doing that thumpity-thump thing, while my eyes instinctively begin to drift shut. I can just feel his breath grazing my lips when we hear,
“Ooh, cock’n balls--Ahhhh! Kiss her, Quinn--Piss! Pisser!”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he mumbles, just centimeters from my mouth.
Poor Chase is standing in the corner of the room next to the Eiffel Tower backdrop he’s been working on, with a paintbrush in one hand and a horrified look on his face.
“Piss! I’m so sorry!” He wails. “Cock! Balls! Agh--Piss! I can’t stop myself.”
“Dude, don’t worry about it,” Quinn says, laughing. He leaves me with a wink then jogs to Chase’s side. “Nobody’s mad. It’s actually pretty funny.”
Gasps are spreading through the room now, and I’m well on my way to another full-blown laughing fit. Tourette’s and cerebral palsy…this kid can’t catch a break.
“I’m so--cockin’ balls! Damn it! I’m so sorry, Cricket!” Chase is trying really hard to be serious, but it seems he can’t help himself today. He begins to laugh, too. “You know I think you guys are cool. It looked like something out of a movie--Cock! Cock! It just slips out…”
“It’s okay!” I manage to say as I walk toward him. “If you’re going to sabotage a kiss, that is definitely the way to do it.”
The entire room has stopped what they’re doing and is staring at the three of us. Even Taylor’s wonky eye has managed to point itself in the right direction. We’re all fighting back our laughter like a levee that’s about to burst.
“Cockin’ baaaaaaalls!” Meredith suddenly screams.
There’s a second of absolute silence—no one’s even moving—and then all hell breaks loose!
“Cockin’ balls!” Jamal joins Meredith, screaming at the top of his lungs.
The pair circles through the room, popping wheelies and treating their expensive wheelchairs like bumper cars at the carnival, while my crutched friends use their steel supports as drumsticks against the buckling linoleum floor. From the stage area, the rest of our battered crew is laughing and yelping so wildly I’m beginning to feel like Max in the middle of the handicapped, wild rumpus. Hello, wild things!
I throw my arms around Chase, noting how quickly his chest rises and falls as he laughs. It’s a beautiful sensation against my cheek. On instinct I try to suck back the emotional knot that’s building in my throat, but as his jerky, fisted hands pull me closer to him, I realize there’s no use. This is the best hug ever.
I still remember with great clarity, the afternoon I spent discussing this scene with my mom and oldest sister. We probably should have been quiet and introspective as we dined on the patio that overlooked the Pacific, but we were too busy cry-laughing, speculating how I ended up so demented when they were so sane, and repeating, cock and balls over and over again, to pay any attention to the view. This scene brought about one of the best memories I have of two of my favorite women--cutting it felt like I was dishonoring that memory somehow. I know better now.
Thanks to her dangerously cute co-counselor, Quinn, there may be a slim chance for survival. However, between the campers’ unpredictability and disregard for personal space, Cricket’s limits get pushed. She will have to decide if suffering through her own handicapped hell is worth a summer romance—and losing her sanity.
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