“And we can use our camp blog until then, and we can e-mail each other, too,” Brynn said. “We’ll keep in touch, no matter what.”
All the girls nodded as Mia handed out lists with everyone’s home and e-mail addresses on them.
“Okay,” Andie said, holding up the new fall preview issue of CosmoGirl, “anyone want me to read the special ten-page autumn horoscope, ‘Who will you fall for in the fall?’ ”
“I already know who Tori’s falling for,” Natalie said. She grinned slyly. “Blaaaake.”
“I am not,” Tori said, elbowing Nat. “I’ll never forgive him for the toothpaste incident. No way.”
“But Blake got his payback for the toothpaste,” Jenna said, “and for the bucket of lake water in my shower, too.” She held up the final issue of the camp newspaper for everyone to see. “Behold, Miss Camp Lakeview.” She unfolded the front page to the photo collage of the summer, and there was Adam’s photo of Blake, front and center. In it, Blake was snoozing peacefully, his pomegranate lip gloss shimmering in perfect cover-girl form. “If anyone else needs a makeover, I work wonders.”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t just hear that confession,” Andie said, but she was smiling.
“He’s a regular sleeping beauty,” Alyssa remarked, and all the girls cracked up.
“He’s even good-looking wearing lip gloss,” Tori said, causing ten pillows to be launched at her head. “What? Maybe I can forgive the toothpaste incident. Just look at him! Who wouldn’t crush on a guy like that?”
“I wouldn’t,” Jenna said. “He might be an okay prankster, but he’s still a guy. Gross.”
She pulled back the cover on her bed, slid between the sheets, and suddenly felt dozens of pine needles pricking into her. “Ack! They’re all over my mattress!” she cried, struggling to brush the itchy needles from her pajamas.
“I bet I know who did that,” Alyssa said. “Blake!”
“Jenna Bloom,” Andie said. “I think you might have finally met your match.”
“Not if I can help it,” Jenna said, giggling. Right at that moment, a yell echoed from the direction of the boys’ bunks.
Andie narrowed her eyes at Jenna. “What was that noise?”
“Don’t worry,” Jenna said innocently. “I think Blake’s bed might have just mysteriously fallen apart. That’s all. It’s nothing that a few nuts and bolts can’t fix.”
“And where would those nuts and bolts be?” Mia asked.
“Under my mattress.” Jenna smiled. “Hey, even a retired prankster gets to have one last laugh, right?”
Andie sighed, then giggled. “Just make sure it’s really your last, okay?”
“I promise,” Jenna said. “At least until next summer!”
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