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she asked, switching topics.
    They talked for a while longer about anime characters and plots, Miyazaki movies, the GSA club at school, and other stuff, until Allie realized she needed to go.
    “It’s date night,” she said, pulling her compact out. “You’re so lucky you can get away without wearing makeup. I’d look like a pancake.”
    “Dude, I doubt that.” Kimiko couldn’t imagine Allie looking anything like a pancake.
    On the ride back to Kimiko’s, they sang along to some Mamas and the Papas songs.
    “I had a really great time today,” Kimiko said when they got to her house.
    “Me too,” Allie said, smiling across the car as if she didn’t want to leave. “Let’s talk again soon, okay? Oh, here!” She grabbed the daisy from the little dashboard vase and held it out to Kimiko. “I’d like you to have it.”
    “Thanks,” Kimiko said. She tried to make her heart slow down as she took the flower and opened the door.
    And as she watched Allie drive away, she thought about what Sergio had said. Had that been a date? It had almost felt like one.

A fter dropping Kimiko off, Allie phoned Lance, knowing he’d probably be nervous before his date with Sergio. “Hey, babe. How’s it going?”
    “I’m a wreck,” he said, pulling a shirt on. “I just found a gray hair. How can I be getting gray hair already?”
    “Where was it?” Allie asked, holding back a giggle.
    “On my head, where else?” He stepped into a pair of freshly laundered jeans. “Oh, yeah.” He laughed. “No, it was on my head. So, how did it go with Kimiko?”
    “Super! She gave me this girls’ love manga and recited an amazing poem she wrote. Oh my god, you’ve got to hear it! And I told her about that girl dream I had once. Remember that?”
    “Yeah.” Lance stepped into a pair of loafers without socks. “How did that come up?”
    “Well, I remembered it the other day, and it was really easy talking with her, and I wanted to get her take on it. She told me about this doctor named Kinsey who said that most people are somewhere in between gay and straight. . . .”
    While Lance listened, his mind wandered to Sergio. He knew he needed to talk more with him about the bi thing. He tugged at his belt, uneasy at the prospect.
    “. . . And I told her about Chip,” Allie continued. “Like you, she told me I should be honest with him. But I’m still trying to figure out how I feel and what to say. Maybe I should suggest we take a break while I figure things out. What do you think?”
    “That sounds good, I guess.” Lance checked himself in the mirror one last time. “I wish I could be more help on what to say but I don’t know.”
    “That’s all right,” Allie said. “I’ll be okay. Have fun with Sergio! I want a full report.”
    “Thanks, and you with Chip,” Lance told her. After hanging up, he raced downstairs, where he yelled to his parents: “I’m going to wait outside!”
    “I want to meet him before you leave,” his mom called after Lance. She seemed nearly as excited about his date as he was.
    He let his dog out with him and sat down on the front steps, humming to himself, too anxious to wait inside.
    Sergio was only a few streets away from Lance’s when Kimiko phoned him.
    “Go ahead, caller,” Sergio answered. “You’re on the air. How was your date with Allie?”
    “I had a great time,” Kimiko said, closing her bedroom door so her parents wouldn’t hear. “But it felt a little weird. She told me she’d had a sex dream about a girl.”
    “Yee-hah!” Sergio tooted the car horn in excitement.
    “Shush, dude,” Kimiko said. “She said it only happened once. But maybe you’re right: She is bi-curious—or at least questioning. I told her she should talk with you.”
    “Sure, I’d be happy to,” Sergio said, adding, “I’d better talk to Lance about it too. Hey, I’m almost at his house—just turned onto his street.”
    “Are you nervous?” Kimiko asked.
    “Not really. Well, some, I