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Secret Admirer
GIRLS OF HARBOR VIEW
Melody Carlson
So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
— 2 Corinthians 4:18
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Epigraph
Ski Trip
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
chapter seven
chapter eight
chapter nine
chapter ten
chapter eleven
chapter twelve
Secret Admirer
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
chapter seven
chapter eight
chapter nine
chapter ten
chapter eleven
chapter twelve
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Ski Trip
chapter one
“This has been the best Christmas of my entire life!” Carlie said happily as she helped her mom clean the kitchen. It was the day after Christmas, and according to Mom their house was “a big fat mess.” Although Carlie didn’t think it looked that bad. Still, she hadn’t complained about helping this morning. Mostly she just wanted to get these boring chores finished so she could get to the clubhouse in time for this afternoon’s meeting.
Her mother stopped scrubbing the countertop and peered curiously at her now. “What made this Christmas so special for you, Carlotta?”
Carlie paused from sweeping as she considered an answer to Mom’s question. The truth was Carlie wasn’t only thinking of Christmas with her family, although it had been nice enough. The truth was she was thinking about her friends too. She was thinking of the fun she’d had with them, and better yet the fun that was just around the corner. But if she said that it might hurt Mom’s feelings. So she just shrugged. “I don’t know …”
“It was a nice Christmas …” Mom continued scrubbing out the sink. “But we did the same things as always. Tia Maria made her same Christmas empanadas, we sang the same songs, you and your brothers and cousins did the same Posadas … and Pedro put the baby Jesus in the same manger and we had a piñata … all just the same as always. So tell me, mija, what made this Christmas your favorite?”
“I just mean that everything has been so great this year, Mom, and Christmas with the family was really good. But I was also thinking how this is our first Christmas living here in Boscoe Bay, and how it’s my first Christmas in junior high. And how it’s been fun doing things with my friends, like being in the Christmas parade and our Christmas party in the clubhouse …”
“Oh.” Mom nodded as if taking this in.
“But Christmas with family was great too,” Carlie said quickly.
“And I suppose you’re looking forward to the big snow trip with your friends?”
“Well, yeah …” Carlie smiled sheepishly. Okay, so Mom had hit the nail right on the head. “That’s going to be pretty cool too.”
Now Mom’s brow creased with worry. “Oh, mija, you must promise to be very careful up there. Tia Maria reminded me that she sprained her ankle on a ski trip in high school. We don’t want you getting hurt or breaking anything.”
“Don’t worry, Mama. I’ll be careful.”
Mom nodded, but still didn’t look too convinced. “And your friend Emily … does she get to go on the snow trip too?”
“Yes, Mama.” Carlie carefully swept the small pile of dirt into the dustpan. She knew her parents had been pretty upset over the recent situation with Emily and her family. They hadn’t said much to Carlie, but she’d overheard them discussing concerns about Emily’s dad and whether or not the neighborhood was safe with a man like that in town. Although, Carlie was fairly certain he was still safely locked up in jail after breaking and entering when he was trying to force his family to leave with him. Even so, Carlie had heard her father say that he was going to be on a special lookout … just in case the creep showed up again. For that matter, the whole neighborhood would be watching for him. Carlie thought that was probably a good thing. No one wanted anything bad to happen to Emily or her family.
“And Emily’s mother isn’t … well, she’s not worried at all?”
“I think her mom is just thankful that they got back home in time for Christmas,” Carlie said carefully. She knew that it was always best not to worry her mother. For some reason Mom worried a lot. She worried about other people’s problems and worried about her house not being clean enough. Carlie mostly didn’t get it. But that was her mom.
Just then Carlie heard her little brother Pedro screaming like he’d been hurt — probably pushed down by four-year-old Michael again.
“There they go again,” said Mom.
“I can finish up in here,” Carlie said quickly. “If you want to go check on the boys.”
“Thanks, mija,” Her mom peeled off the rubber gloves and handed them to Carlie. “What would I do without my girl?”
Carlie didn’t answer that one, but she had a pretty good idea of what her mom would do without her. She’d probably pull out her hair and scream so loudly that Mr. Greeley would come running with his shotgun. Carlie knew that Pedro and Michael pushed Mom’s patience to the max, but being the older sister of those wild little boys was no picnic for Carlie either. And even though Mom paid her for babysitting — sometimes anyway — Carlie could hardly wait to escape her rowdy brothers for three precious days.
She sighed as she washed the stovetop. In her mind’s eye she could see the pristine mountain, not so different from the photo on the brochure that Morgan had first shown them. And Carlie could imagine the white snow and the peaceful calm of being outside. Better yet would be hanging with her friends. But the best part of all would be not having to wipe a runny nose or scrub a sticky face or tell a screaming boy to “just be quiet!” It would be so awesome to be at the ski lodge, hanging with her best friends and no little brothers. It sounded like heaven to her!
In fact, that’s what today’s meeting was about. The girls were gathering at the clubhouse to try on ski clothes and pack and plan for the trip. Fortunately, Chelsea had lots of snow clothing to share with the others. She had wanted them to come up to her big fancy house to try things on, but Morgan had talked her into coming to the clubhouse instead. And Carlie had been glad to hear that. In Carlie’s mind, the clubhouse was their own special place … and just because Chelsea didn’t live in Harbor View shouldn’t give her the right to try to change things. Sometimes Carlie felt like the original four girls — Morgan, Emily, Amy, and her — had to stand their ground with Chelsea. But she knew that wasn’t a very good attitude. And really, most of the time she liked Chelsea.
As Carlie cleaned, she planned what she might take on the ski trip. Unfortunately, she didn’t have much in the way of ski clothes, although her aunt and uncle had gotten her a pale blue belted parka for Christmas. She couldn’t wait to show it to her friends. Really, this had been an awesome Christmas break so far. And it was only going to get better.
As she scrubbed the bathtub, tossing her brothers’ tubby toys into the mesh bag, she mentally checked off what she might pack for the ski trip. Nothing fancy, of course, just some sweatshirts and her favorite jeans and maybe her Tommy Hilfiger warm-ups. Carlie frowned as she remembered h
ow she’d been influenced by Chelsea last fall, being talked into spending way too much money for certain items of clothing. Carlie wasn’t into that anymore. Wasting money on designer labels just seemed plain stupid now. Of course, she wouldn’t say that to Chelsea.
Finally, it was nearly two, and Carlie was done with the bathroom that she shared with her brothers. Sure, it might not be as perfect as Mom would like — since Mom was, after all, the Queen of Clean — but it was close. And, at least it smelled good now. That was challenge enough with her two little brothers and their messy habits. As she went out into the hallway, she noticed that the house had gotten nice and quiet, and Carlie suspected her brothers were already down for their naps. She went to her room and threw some things in her duffle bag to take to the clubhouse. It seemed sort of dumb now, but Chelsea had insisted that they all bring what they intended to take on the ski trip. She said this was going to be a packing party. The best part was that Chelsea was bringing “refreshments.”
“Running away from home?” asked Mom when Carlie nearly ran into her in the hallway.
“No.” Carlie grinned sheepishly. “It’s our packing party. Remember, I told you about —”
“Yes, I remember.” Mom nodded. “Just teasing.”
“Well, it is kind of silly … but Chelsea is the fashion expert, you know, and she wants us to look our best.”
“Nothing wrong with that,” said Mom. “I always want my family to look nice.” She ran her hand over Carlie’s shoulder-length dark curls. “And I like my girl to brush her hair and —”
“I know, Mama.” Carlie glanced at the clock. “But I’m already running late.”
“Okay … have fun.”
Carlie quietly closed the door behind her and slung the strap of her duffle bag over her shoulder. It felt so good to be outside. Even with the damp chill and the brisk breeze, Carlie would much rather be out here than in a stuffy house. She breathed deeply, letting the sea-scented air fill her lungs, and holding it a long time before exhaling. Some people, like Mom, didn’t like the smell of the ocean. Mom often said that it smelled dirty — like rotten fish and old seaweed, but Carlie thought it smelled full of life. In fact, Carlie sometimes thought she might like to be a marine biologist. Either that or she’d like to be a landscape designer, or maybe work in forestry. Whatever Carlie did, she knew it would be an outside job — and she would never have to comb her hair if she didn’t want to, and she could get her hands just as dirty as she pleased.
“Hey, Carlie,” called Amy Ngo as she jogged up to catch her. Like Carlie, she was lugging a bag too. “You’re late.”
“Just a few minutes,” said Carlie. “But I’m surprised you’re late.” She grinned down at her petite friend. “Little Miss I Hate to Be Late.”
“Yes, well, I had to work lunch at the restaurant today. My sister An took off without telling anyone.”
“Where’d she go?” Carlie was curious. Of all of Amy’s older siblings, Carlie liked An the best.
“No one knows,” said Amy mysteriously. “She disappeared last night after work and never came home.”
Carlie blinked. “Are your parents freaking?”
“A little. But, as you know, An is an adult — she’s twenty-seven. I guess if she wants to take off, she should be able to.”
“But what if something’s wrong?
Amy giggled. “Well, Ly is saying that An probably eloped with her new boyfriend.”
“Eloped?”
Amy nodded with a sly grin. “But I don’t think so.”
“And you’re not worried?”
“An has a good head on her shoulders.”
“Yes,” agreed Carlie. “But I hope she’s okay.”
“She’s just teaching Ly a lesson,” said Amy as they reached the clubhouse, which they’d converted from an old hippie bus. “They got into a big fight at the restaurant yesterday.”
“Well,” said Carlie as she opened the door. “That explains everything.”
“Hey, it’s about time,” called out Chelsea as the two of them entered the bus. Carlie was glad to see that the others were already there. She took in another deep breath as she closed the door behind her. Like the sea air, Carlie liked the smell of their old clubhouse too. Oh, she was sure that her mother would not approve. She would probably think it smelled musty and in need of a good cleaning, but Carlie always thought the clubhouse smelled more like an adventure about to begin. And usually that was the case.
chapter two
“You girls ready for the fashion show?” asked Chelsea as Carlie and Amy sat down on the couch.
“Fashion show?” Carlie frowned. What was Chelsea up to now?
“We’re going to take turns going down the runway,” explained Chelsea. “Morgan and I will take turns designing outfits, and everyone will take turns modeling them.”
“You’re not serious?” Carlie glanced over to where Emily and Morgan were sitting at the little dining table, and they just nodded.
“It’s Chelsea’s idea,” said Emily.
“But it’ll be fun,” said Morgan.
“Toss your clothes into the bedroom,” commanded Chelsea. “We’re going to do a little mix and match.”
“I think it sounds great,” said Amy with excitement. “Who gets to go first?”
“How about you?” suggested Chelsea. “And I brought some ski clothes that I outgrew — they might be perfect for you.”
And so Chelsea and Amy went back to the bedroom, and Carlie tried to convince herself that this wasn’t ridiculous. Oh, Carlie was well aware that Chelsea was big into fashion. Of course, Chelsea had the money for it. But then, to be fair, Morgan was into fashion too. But Morgan always took the creative approach.
“Cheer up,” said Morgan. “This is going to be interesting.”
“Start the music,” called Chelsea. “Model number one is ready for the runway.”
Emily jumped up and went to the old-fashioned record player and turned it on, and suddenly Amy emerged. She was dressed in a puffy pink jacket, black pants, and a hot pink polar fleece hat that Morgan must’ve made. Her outfit was completed by an oversized pair of dark glasses with rhinestones around the edges. Looking like a petite model, Amy came strutting down the makeshift runway (the center aisle of the bus) and did a nearly perfect turn, except that she bumped the record player and made the song skip.
“Oops.” She put her hand over her mouth.
“Amy, you look fantastic,” exclaimed Emily.
“Yeah,” agreed Carlie. “And that jacket looks like it fits.”
“It’s a little big,” Amy admitted, allowing the sleeves to slip down a little. “But a pair of gloves might help keep them up.”
“Good job on model number one, Chelsea,” called Morgan.
“Emily is next,” yelled Chelsea from the back. “I’ve got some things all ready for her.”
So while Amy strutted back and forth a couple more times, with Morgan doing an off-the-cuff commentary on the stylish snow outfit, Chelsea helped Emily get ready for the next portion of bus fashion day.
As it turned out, the fashion show was fun. And Carlie was pleasantly surprised when Morgan put together a pretty cool outfit for her. Carlie never would’ve thought to pair a leopard-print scarf with her pale blue coat, but it actually did look good.
“We are going to be styling up on the mountain,” declared Chelsea when they were finally finished.
All the girls had packed their bags for the trip now and were kicking back and enjoying a junk-food fest (compliments of Chelsea).
“Now if we can just snowboard as good as we look,” teased Carlie.
“I’m going to ski,” said Amy.
“Not me,” said Morgan.
“Or me,” said Emily. “We’re riders.”
Amy frowned. “Isn’t anyone going to ski?”
“I don’t know,” admitted Carlie. “I’ve never done either.”
“Well, I’ll bet the boys will all be snowboarding,” said Chelsea.<
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“Like we care,” said Carlie.
“Hey, some of us might care,” said Chelsea.
“That’s right,” added Amy.
Morgan, Emily, and Carlie exchanged glances, and then Morgan just rolled her eyes. “To each her own, I guess.”
Carlie shook her head. What was wrong with Chelsea and Amy? Why this sudden interest in boys? “So, is that why you’re so into clothes?” Carlie asked Chelsea. “Because you think the boys will care?”
Chelsea just shrugged, but Carlie suspected she was right.
Morgan laughed. “Boys don’t seem to care about their own clothes, why should they care about ours?”
“Oh, they do,” said Chelsea, nodding like she knew. “Trust me, they really do.”
“How do you know?” demanded Emily.
Chelsea just laughed. “If you have to ask, you wouldn’t understand, Emily.”
“That’s right,” said Amy, suddenly acting like she was so grown up and not really the youngest of the five girls. “If you have to ask, you really don’t get it.”
“You mean you get it?” persisted Emily.
Now Amy laughed. “Duh.”
Emily turned and frowned at Morgan and Carlie.
“I think these girls are jerking our chains,” said Morgan.
“No way,” said Amy. “Think about it. All of my siblings are in their twenties … you think I don’t know a thing or two about guys and romance and things like that?”
“I think this conversation is stupid,” said Emily. Then she got up and went to the record player, flipping over the album and turning up the volume. “And I think we should dance!”
Soon they were all dancing, and all the silly disagreements over boys, and whatever, vanished into the thump-thumping sound of the bass. And that was how Carlie liked it to be. Just girls being girls and having fun. She didn’t see why Chelsea and Amy wanted to change things by dragging talk about boys into their clubhouse.
Finally it was getting late, and the girls knew it was time to pack it up and head for home. “Tomorrow’s the big day,” Morgan reminded them. “Does anyone need a ride to the church?” As it turned out, they all did. Well, everyone but Chelsea. That was no surprise. Chelsea’s mom always seemed to have time to chauffeur her around.
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