"Dare," Kellyn says, taking a long drag of her cigarette and looking away into the distance. The sun shines on her face in the waning afternoon light, and pool water drips down her bare legs.

"Alright," I reply, "Strip naked and run around the car wash screaming my name."

"Truth, then," she answers, smirking, "you just want to see me naked."

"Ok. Truth… give me a minute," I say. I watch her while I think. She's wearing cutoffs and green plastic earrings that dangle past her chin. Just as she blows out another ring of smoke, I speak up.

"Ok. If you were stranded on a desert island with one person, one food, one TV show, and one book, what would they be?"

She looks at me quizically, shaking her head and inhaling. "You're such a freak, Connor."

"That's not answering the question." She looks out again, as nonchalantly as before, but I can tell she's thinking so I stay quiet.

"Brad Pitt, chicken burgers, Buffy, and To Kill A Mockingbird." She throws the cigarette on the ground and stamps it with her foot. Somehow she looks beautiful doing even this. I come over and sit next to her on the grass, holding her hand.

"What about you?" she asks.

"Carmen Electra, sushi, True Life, and Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance." I announce it in rapid succesion, with a moment's hesitation.

"You're such a guy," she says, but she's smiling. Her front tooth is crooked, and I like it that way.

"Thank you," I reply. She rolls her eyes and shoves me jokingly, and suddenly we are laughing and shrieking and wrestling on the grass. To my embarassment, she pins me down, sitting on my stomach with her elbows holding my arms fast. The expression on her face softens and her body relaxes, and she leans forward. I close my eyes but she doesn't kiss me. Peeking just a little, I see her face hovering about six inches of mine. She is brown all over- dark hair and eyes, tan skin.

"Hey," she says. She grins mischeviously.

"Hey," I say back to her. I turn my face away and tuck my newly-freed arm under my head, pulling away.

"Connnnor," she says in a jokinglu whiney voice. She traces little circles with her finger over my chest.

"Yes?" I ask, still not looking at her. I try to look indifferent but a small smile escapes me. This is our game.

"Connor," she repeats. Her fingers travel all over my torso, carving little paths that all lead to my heart.

"What do you want?" I ask, turning my head to look at her again. I arch my eyebrow and wait for her answer. She doesn't answer me, but leans forward tentaively and kisses me on the lips. I tease her for a second and push her away, making her laugh. And then I pull her forward again and her body is aligned with mine and she's kissing me, deep and slow. Her hair blankets my face, shading me in this tree-less field.

She sits up and rakes her fingers through her hair, staring off into the distance again, conjuring thoughts.

"I change my mind," she says seriously. She gazes at me, her eyebrows furrowed.

"About what?" I ask.

"The desert island question. If I really have to be stuck on an island for the rest of my life, I'd want to be stuck there with you."