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I expected the sight of Daisy to piss me off, but when I actually saw her, sitting on the steps outside school, bundled up against the cold, a gloved hand waving at me, I felt like--well, like I deserved it, really. Like Ayala was the thing Daisy had to do to live with me.
She stood up as I approached. "You okay, Holmesy?" Daisy asked. I nodded. I couldn't really say anything. My throat felt tight, like I might start to cry.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Just tired," I said.
"Holmesy, don't take this the wrong way, but you look like you just got off work from your job playing a ghoul at a haunted house, and now you're in a parking lot trying to score some meth."
"I'll be sure not to take that the wrong way."
She put her arm around me. "I mean, you're still gorgeous, of course. You can't ungorgeous yourself, Holmesy, no matter how hard you try. I'm just saying you need some sleep. Do some self-care, you know?" I nodded and shrugged off her embrace. "We haven't hung out in forever just the two of us," she said. "Maybe I can come over later?"
I wanted to tell her no, but I was thinking about how Ayala always said no to everything, and I didn't want to be like my fictional self. "Sure."
"Mychal and I are having a homework night, but I should have about a hundred and forty-two minutes after school if we go straight to your house, which just happens to be the running time of Attack of the Clones."
"A homework night?" I asked.
Mychal appeared from behind me and said, "We're reading A Midsummer Night's Dream to each other for English."
". . . seriously?"
"What?" Daisy said. "It's not my fault we're adorable. But first, Yoda lightsaber battling at your house after school. Cool?"
"Cool."
"It's a date," she said.
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Six hours later, we lay on the floor next to each other, bodies propped up with couch cushions, and watched Anakin Skywalker and Padme fall for each other in extremely slow motion. Daisy considered Attack of the Clones to be the most underrated Star Wars film. I thought it was kinda crap, but it was fun to watch Daisy watch it. Her mouth literally moved with each line of dialogue.
I was looking at my phone mostly, scrolling through articles about Pickett's disappearance, looking for anything that might connect to joggers or a jogger's mouth. I'd meant it when I told Noah I'd keep looking--but the clues we had just didn't seem much like clues.
"I want to like Jar Jar, because hating Jar Jar is so cliche, but he was the worst," Daisy said. "I actually killed him years ago in my fic. It felt amazing." My stomach turned, but
I concentrated on my phone. "What are you looking at?" she asked.
"Just reading about the Pickett investigation, seeing if there's anything new. Noah's really screwed up about it, and I . . . I don't know. I just want to help him somehow."
"Holmesy, we got the reward. It's over. Your problem is you don't know when you've won."
"Yeah," I said.
"I mean, Davis gave us the reward so that we would drop it. So, drop it."
"Yeah, okay," I said. I knew she was right, but she didn't have to be such an asshole about it.
I thought the conversation was over, but a few seconds later she paused the movie and continued talking. "It's just, like, this isn't going to be some story where the poor, penniless girl gets rich and then realizes that truth matters more than money and establishes her heroism by going back to being the poor, penniless girl, okay? Everyone's life is better with Pickett disappeared. Just let it be."
"No one's taking away your money," I said quietly.
"I love you, Holmesy, but be smart."
"Got it," I said.
"Promise?"
