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“Okay.”
“Okay.”
He sighs. Again, I have to tell myself this sadness is not something directed at me. It has to be directed at the fact that he can’t be with me.
“That’s all,” he says.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to say. If he’s worried that I’m really going to expect this from him every day—he can’t think that, can he? I decide to leave it alone. I say, “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, you will.”
“Thanks again for today. No matter what trouble we get into tomorrow for it, it was worth it.”
“Yeah.”
“I love you,” I say.
It’s not like Justin to say I love you back. Most of the time, he resents it when I say it, accuses me of saying it just to see if he’ll say it next.
Sometimes he’s right. But that’s not why I’m saying it tonight. And when he responds by saying “Sleep well,” that’s more than enough for me.
I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, but for once I’m really looking forward to it.
Chapter Two
Mom is up before me, as usual, in the same place at the kitchen table. It’s like she thinks Dad or I will steal her seat if she doesn’t beat us to it—and if she loses the seat, where will she spend the rest of the day?
“You look nice,” she tells me. Which would be a compliment, if she didn’t sound suspicious.
I don’t tell her that I made sure to look nice because it’s the one-day anniversary of everything getting better. She’d shoot that down real quick.
“I have to give a report,” I tell her. “In class.”
I know she’s not going to ask me what report, or what class.
Eager. I want to get to school as soon as possible, to see him. I hope he’s feeling the same way over at his house. I could text him and ask, but if things are going to change, then I can change, too. I don’t need to know everything all the time.
Mom and I say more to each other, but neither of us is really listening. I want to go, and she wants to stay. It’s the story of our lives.
—
I have to take the bus because my car is still at school. I could ask Rebecca or someone else to drive me, but then I would have to spend the whole ride talking about things instead of thinking about them.
—
His car isn’t there when my bus gets in. In fact, he doesn’t show up until almost everyone else has pulled in.
But this time he notices me waiting. Walks over. Says good morning.
I am trying hard not to barrage him with happiness. It’s still early in the morning. He’s barely awake.
“Sure you don’t want to run away?” I ask. Just to pull a little bit of yesterday into today.
He looks confused. “Are you serious?”
“No,” I tell him. “But a girl can dream, right?”
“Whatever.” He starts walking, assuming I’ll fall in step right beside him. Which I do.
