I called Xoi today. I told her that Cecelia thought she was bordering on fangirl for Adam. After googling the definition Xoi replied, "At least I'm not hanging up pictures of guys in my closet." Cecelia laughed since we were on speakerphone and swore fluently at her when I hung up.

But back to the crazy rich boys.

Ray ate cake today. Strawberry cake. With white frosting. And strawberries. Cecelia had a fangirl fit.

"You've got a weird Raymond fetish." I told her seriously. "What will happen when he gets older and looks like Neil?"

Cecelia sighed blissfully, imagining him. "What does it take for it to be considered rape?"

"If you need to ask that question, whatever you're thinking is probably very wrong."

"True." Cecelia sighed. "He's just so cute, sitting there on Butterfly's lap, eating cake."

I had to agree, then I pushed her in the lake. Neil, who just happened to be walking by, dropped into lifeguard position and pulled her out. Cecelia, after a fair amount of swearing, whispered to me to get out of her semi-romantic situation. I complied, but decided to try to eavesdrop on them from around the corner.

"Hey, Neil." Cecelia said to him. "Your not stupid, are you?"

Neil's reply, "No," sounded slightly hurt.

"Then you've probably noticed that--"

"Why are we hiding, little Ethan?" Adam asked, drowning out the conversation. He ear was pressed against the wall, like mine, and he stared down at be with those beautiful blue eyes.

He was way to close for comfort.

After pushing him into the lake too, I left. Neil, still talking with Cecelia, their conversation indistinguishable above Adam's splashing, didn't seem too much in a hurry to help him, and I just left, walking up to the house for watermelon and lunch.