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“Itold younot to fall asleep!” I said.

“I … I got too comfortable,” he mumbled.

We heard Lance's footsteps. He was coming down the hallway—heading for us. “Radar? You up, buddy?”

“You have to hide,” he whispered to me.

“What?” I asked, appalled.

Lance banged on the door. “Yo Radar. Wakey wakey! Don't be late for our morning skate!”

Radar's eyes were huge. “(Quick! Hide!)”

“(Where!?)”

“(Under the bed!)”

I hopped off the mattress and crawled underneath the bed. I immediately noticed Radar's snake-skin treasure chest—he'd moved it from the top of his dresser to under the bed after I noticed it? Why?

But I didn't have much time to solve the mystery, as the bedroom door opened. I watched from beneath the bed as Lance's feet came into view.

And—ohno—a green dress that laid right by door.Mydress.

Lance started to step into the room before Radar yelled, “I'm naked, bro, don't come in!”

“Whoops, my bad.”

I had a view of Radar's feet as he climbed out of bed. He stepped into the boxers he wore last night and pulled them up his legs.

“(My dress, Radar, my dress!)” I tried to quietly warn him, but he didn't hear me.

Radar opened the door and let Lance in. A nausea spoiled my stomach as I watched Lance step right over my dress.

“What's up?” Radar asked him.

Had he seen it? Did he know?

“Just making sure you're up in time. We've gotta be at the morning skate in a few.”

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks. I overslept.”

“Yeah?” Lance asked, and I could hear his smile. “Must've been a good night, huh? You up pretty late?”

“Heh, yeah … you know …”

“So how was she?”

“Who?” Radar asked, suddenly sounding guilty as hell. And I hoped that neither of them could hear the sound of my palm smacking my forehead from beneath the bed.

“Thepuck bunny,duh,” Lance said. “Who else?”

“Oh, ha, right. Yeah man. She was uh … incredible.”

“Did you go to her place or bring her back here?”

“Her place,” Radar said huskily.

“Ha! You liar,” Lance said with a great glee in his voice. “Did you forget something last night? A little piece of evidence, maybe?”