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her question. “ For the longest time I wondered about that, but after months of being without Van I came to realize it was never about her. I loved her, but she was never the right girl for me. Hell, in one weekend she gave Colt more than she ever gave me. I guess part of me did it for the attention. Van was always so sweet and innocent. Every time we did something she would freak out like we were going to get into trouble. As we got older she was better, but she never really was comfortable. Now that I know some of the things she has done with our cousin, I know it was n’t me holding her back. I just wasn’t the right person for her either .” I shook my head realizing how much I had said.
    She turned around and handed me the empty glass. “Can I have some more?”
    I refilled both of our glasses and turned back around to face her. “She wasn’t even pretty.”
    “Who?” I asked.
    “The redhead he was hookin’ up with tonight. Does that make me ugly too? Maybe he has low standards.”
    I reached over and p ut my hands on both of her shoulders. “Miranda, you are sexy as shit. He is a fucking idiot for taking you for granted.”
    She pulled back and rolled her eyes, while putting the glass to her mouth. “That’s real funny coming out of your mouth. How many girls have you slept with now? Thirty? Fifty? One hundred?”
    Did she really think that? “You aren’t even close.”
    “Oh my God, it’s more?”
    “No! What the fuck? Do you really think that highly of me? Damn.” I shook my head and finished off my second drink.
    “Sorry, I just assumed it was a bunch of people.”
    “I was faithful to Van the first couple of years. She was everything, but girls kept tempting me, offering to do things that she would never do. One night I caved and after I got away with it, I continued to do it. I cheated with the same two girls in high school, then in college it was four more. Oh and one time I visited Colt and hooked up with some random chick here.” Holy shit, I had never told someone that.
    I expected Miranda to be mean, but instead she started laughing. “What is so funny?”
    She shook her head and continued to laugh. “It doesn’t matter.”
    “You can’t do that then not tell me why. Spill.”
    “No, you will think I am a whore. I ain ’ t sayin’ nothin’.”
    “Fine. Just so you know, I never told anyone that. Not even Van.” I put my glass in the sink and drank from the whiskey bottle. Van was going to find out the truth and hate me more now. I knew how close she was with Miranda.
    “Don’t do that.” She said grabbing the bottle away from me.
    “Hey, give it back.” I tried to grab the bottle but somehow got my arm caught up around her waist. When our faces almost touched, we froze.
    She was so close. I could still smell her sweet perfume. Her eyes were a mess and all of the makeup had run down her cheeks. “I should probably call it a night , ” She said as she handed me back the bottle and walked out of the kitchen.
    I had no idea why she wouldn’t tell me what was so funny. I wanted to know. Without thinking, I followed behind her, hoping she would explain. She must not have heard me coming, because she was already starting to pull off her tank top when I walked into her room. When the door creaked she spun around and I just stood there.
    Her hands naturally covered up the lace of her bra. “Ty? Get out of here? What the Hell?”
    I turned around as quickly as possible. “Sorry, I came up to talk to you. I don’t see what the big deal is. I have seen my share of breasts.” None of them looked at good as that though.
    “You can turn around now pervert.”
    I spun around to see she had changed into a long t-shirt. I sighed in relief. “I wasn’t being a pervert. I was trying to be a friend.”
    “You really should just go into your own room now Ty. Right now I hate every man on the planet. I wouldn’t be good company.” She confessed.
    “Miranda I don’t think you