She pulled out the magazine again and stared down at the cover. “Well, maybe he’s used to being in People magazine, but we’re used to the Jensens’ ginger ale, so I guess it’s all relative.” 147 I squeezed her shoulder. “Thanks for showing me. He might be used to being in those silly things, but it’s weird to think of me being in one.” “Right?” she managed. “That’s why I wanted you to see it.” Then, she rolled the magazine up and smacked me over the head with it. “What!? Ow, Chloe!” It didn’t hurt, not really, but I couldn’t believe she’d just thwacked me with a magazine. “How could you not tell me about the kiss! I could strangle you.” I rubbed the top of my head. “Next time, use your words. No hitting. We’ve been over this.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “And we’ve been over what sort of information you never, ever fail to mention to your best friend. Kissing a movie star. You call me, got it?” “Okay, okay. It wasn’t that big of a deal.”
