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started to blush and then looked away. “You kind of stopped, um, you know . . . kissing me.” He said the word kissing in a tiny whisper, which was really cute, but I couldn’t actually hear him. Good thing I knew what we were doing, so I was able to fill in the blanks.
    â€œSorry, I was thinking about something,” I said. Then I realized that if we weren’t kissing, my lip fur had nothing to hide behind. So I started kissing him again.
    As we continued, I heard the sound of two people creeping up behind us. “Ahem, ahem,” I heard one of the voices say, loud and clear. And loud.
    I knew that the right thing to do was to stop. But then what? Expose my girlstache for all to see? Without CJ’s head serving as my human shield, I was lost. There was no plan B. So I just continued along as if I hadn’t heard a thing, and so did CJ.
    â€œThis is good, actually. We can time them and record the findings for our study,” I heard Lynn say to Jeremy.
    Which was all CJ needed to hear before his focus was pulled away from me, followed by his human shield head. “STUDY? WHAT KIND OF STUDY?” I wasn’t crazy about being exposed again, but I was glad that CJ and JereLynn had something to bond over. So I just pretended to scratch my upper lip while I thought of an alternate solution. Not that anyone was paying attention to me anyway. CJ and Lynn were busy throwing around phrases like data analysis, control group, and tongue action. And Jeremy was half listening, half ripping a Family Guy Band-Aid off his elbow.
    Thank goodness for Jeremy.
    â€œHey,” I whispered in his ear. “You done with that?”
    â€œThis?” he shouted, pointing at the Band-Aid.
    â€œYes,” I answered, covering my lips with my finger. “Can I have it?”
    â€œWhy? What do you need it for?” he asked.
    â€œI hurt myself,” I said.
    Jeremy handed over the Band-Aid with a look of disgust mixed with pity. I guess he thought sharing used Band-Aids was gross or something. As someone who eats with the same hands he sticks under his armpits to make fart noises, he’s hardly one to judge, but it wasn’t the right time to be pointing that out. I had to stay concentrated on the task of putting the Family Guy Band-Aid over my half mustache.
    I must have been quite a sight, because the Band-Aid stopped the science talk dead in its tracks. I took the break in activity as an opportunity to check whether Jeremy and Lynn had gift bags with them. They did.
    â€œUh, Raise, what do you have goin’ on over your lip?” asked Lynn, taking out an assignment pad and a pen as if she was getting ready to take notes.
    â€œShe’s hurt,” Jeremy said in my defense. Which I thought was very nice of him, especially in light of the pity and disgust. I immediately took back that thought I had about the armpit farts.
    Then CJ touched his lip as if to check whether he was hurt too.
    Lynn wrote something down and chuckled. “Don’t worry, CJ. You’re fine. Injury free,” she said. Then she paused and looked out the corner of her eye at Jeremy. He looked back at her and they both giggled. Then Jeremy stroked his chin as if it was an invisible beard and they burst into laughter again.
    â€œWhat’s so funny?” CJ asked as the line for the movie started moving.
    â€œCJ,” I half whispered, a little embarrassed. “I think it’s an inside joke between Jeremy and Lynn.”
    â€œThat’s okay,” said Lynn. “That’s why we’re here. To take part in a typical Saturday night out and to share our thoughts.”
    â€œOkay, well, in that case, do tell,” I said, feeling bad for correcting CJ.
    â€œI guess it’s kind of like an inside joke,” Lynn started. “The reason we were laughing is that one time after Jeremy and I had been kissing, my chin got really red. At first we couldn’t figure out why. But that