it?â he asks.
âAuditioning? You mean for your play? For your independent study?â
He nods, but his eyes keep darting around like heâs distracted.
âYes,â I say, a little too enthusiastically.
âGreat. Weâre holding auditions next week.â
âYeah, okay.â I follow him down the steps. It rained earlier and the marble is still slick and wet.
âAre you parked around here?â he asks.
âNo. We live a couple blocks away.â
âThatâs right. I forgot. I drove Lucy home one day last year.â
Silence.
The corner where we will part ways is quickly approaching. He will go to the left (toward the parking garage) and I will go to the right (toward my house). I have about 200 seconds left to wow him with my sparkling conversationâ199 secondsâ¦198 seconds. Think. What were Lucyâs instructions again? Questionâ¦tease, touch! Whatâs a good question? Why canât I think of a good question? 195 seconds. 194â¦
âI wish I lived around here,â he says. âTowsonâs a hike.â
I forget all about asking a brilliant question as Drew grins at me. Even though Iâm so excited to be with him that my heart is banging a million miles a minute, thereâs something about his smile that makes me feel relaxed and happy at the same time.
âWhenever my mom canât find a parking spot she talks about moving to suburbia,â I say. âBut I think sheâs afraid that all the women out there wear Lilly Pulitzer and spend their time squeezing melons at the grocery store.â
âWhat does she have against melons?â
I laugh. âSheâs always been antimelon. Sheâs in therapy, but it doesnât seem to help.â
His grin turns into a smile, enough to give me another tickle in the base of my belly. Weâre at the corner. Our time together is over.
âWell,â Drew says. âI guess Iâll see you around.â
âSounds good!â Once again, Iâm displaying extraordinary enthusiasm. Sheesh, Iâm pathetic.
Still, as I watch Drew walk up the street toward the parking garage, I realize that this is the first time since my accident that Iâm also happy.
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When I get home I practically bound up the stairs and into our bedroom, looking for Lucy. Sheâs sitting on her bed, a manuscript in her lap. She has changed out of her school clothes and into her study-at-home ones, a pink Juicy sweat suit. Her long blond hair is twisted back in a bun, held in place by a pencil.
âHow was your meeting with Mrs. Pritchie?â she asks.
âFine,â I say excitedly. âBut guess who I saw after school? Drew Reynolds!â
âDrew?â Lucy tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. âOh my God, thatâs so funny! I was just talking to Annie about him. Did he tell you the good news?â
Annie Carmichael is one of my sisterâs closest friends, but I canât really stand her. Not only is she a notorious gossip, she dyes her hair platinum blond, wears a ton of makeup, and talks in this really fake, baby doll voice. I shake my head as I continue to practically dance around the room.
âAnnie overheard Mrs. Habersham saying that heâs been chosen to direct the spring musical.â
I stop still. Mrs. Habersham is the head of the drama department. Considering Lucyâs rep for dating the directors of the spring musical, this is not good news. Not good at all.
âDrew?â I ask weakly, hoping and praying that sheâll say something like:
Drew? You thought I was talking about Drew? Hah! Thatâs a laugh!
âHeâs so talented,â she says, looking all starry and goo-goo eyed, the way I used to get around Frosted Flakes.
âHe doesnât seem like the kind of guy who should be directing the spring musical.â Read: He doesnât seem like the kind of guy who should be
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