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Spring Break planning?”
    Jess laughs but tries not to. “I’m sure it’s something equally as serious, knowing your Big.”
    She pushes through Erin’s bedroom door first, jumping into the bed to join my Little. Ashlei is propped in the beanbag chair and my Big has her desk chair pulled up to make a circle with the three of them. I kick off my shoes and plop down on the floor.
    “Ew, put your snatch away, Little.” Erin laughs and Jess throws me a pillow from the bed. I glance down, realizing I’m sitting cross legged in a short ass sundress.
    “Did you just call my treasure box a snatch?”
    “Did you just call it a treasure box?” Cassie chimes in.
    “Would you prefer I say vagasaurus? That’s my personal favorite nickname,” I say, propping the pillow on my lap to cover the goods.
    Cassie and Ashlei crack up while Jess looks at me appalled. “Do you really call it that?”
    “Among many other things, yes.”
    “Like what?” she asks, clearly diving into new territory with vagina names.
    “I don’t know… hoohah, muffin, pink canoe.”
    “Juice box, kitty, hot pocket,” Cassie chimes in.
    “Tampon tamer, magic bean, cubby hole. I heard someone call it a finger hut once. My personal favorite is vajayjay,” Ashlei says.
    “Oh! That’s another one I use frequently, Lei. Nice.”
    Jess still looks taken aback. “I seriously have never used any of these. I say vagina. Or occasionally I get a little Jersey Shore and say co-cah.”
    “Or cho-cha like Missy Elliot?” I pipe in.
    “Yes!” Jess and Cassie say at the same time. We all laugh and Ashlei snorts a little before Erin cuts us off.
    “Can we stop talking about penis fly traps for like two seconds? This is serious!” She tries to say it with a straight face but fails miserably, which just makes us all laugh harder. She reaches behind her for her desk and grabs a handful of highlighters, pegging us each in the head with them.
    After another fit of laughter, Jess wipes the tears from her eyes. “Okay Ex, what’s going on?”
    My Big’s smile has faded and she’s in complete president mode. Her classic look has always been absolutely stunning to me, and every time she gets down to business, it reminds me how much I want to be like her – how much I look up to her. She’s only a year older than me, yet she has taught me so much about life, about the sorority, about myself.
    “Did I ever tell you guys about the summer before my senior year of high school?”
    Cassie is digging around in the bedside table drawer, looking for snacks, no doubt. “Isn’t that the summer you spent with your grandparents?”
    Erin nods. “Yes. It was the summer I wanted to find myself, that I wanted to sort of break free from everything I thought I was. I had just ended a two year relationship and I was just in a strange place. Well, I met a boy that summer…”
    “Oh!” Ashlei interrupts. “I remember this story! He was the Army brat, right?”
    “He wasn’t a brat, you brat.” Erin glares at her. “But yes, he did live on the base by my grandparents’ house. He was amazing – everything I needed that summer. We spent practically every night together and as cliché as it sounds, I fell in love with him. Well, as in love as I could be at that age. It was the perfect summer romance.”
    All the girls are smiling, but I’m lost. “Not that this isn’t romantic and touching, but is there a reason you’re telling us this?”
    Erin’s face lights up and she stands. “You are not going to believe this. The boy I met that summer? He’s here … like here as in he’s a student at Palm South!”
    “What? Isn’t that impossible? We know pretty much everyone on this campus,” Ashlei says.
    “Not the new students,” Erin adds, waiting for us to catch on. We exchange glances and then turn back to her, lost. She huffs. “He’s a transfer ! He just moved here. I heard Adam talking about his new pledges this morning outside of the Greek library and I