"Lindsay didn"t tell me to say anything anything." Ally puffs up her chest, getting offended. "It"s obvious."
"We"re your best friends," Lindsay says. "We know know you." you."
I press my fingers against my temples, trying to block out the throbbing sounds of the music, and close my eyes. When I open them again, Elody, Ally, and Lindsay are all staring at me suspiciously.
"I"m fine, okay?" I"m desperate to prevent a long conversation-or worse, a fight. "Trust me. It"s just been a weird week." Understatement of the year. Understatement of the year.
"We"re worried about you, Sam," Lindsay says. "You"re not acting like yourself."
"Maybe that"s a good thing," I say, and when they stare at me blankly, I sigh, leaning forward to wrestle them all into a group hug.
Elody squeals and giggles, "PDA much?" and Lindsay and Ally seem to relax too.
"I promise nothing"s the matter," I say, which isn"t exactly true, but I figure it"s the best thing to say. "Best friends forever, right?"
"And no secrets." Lindsay stares pointedly at me.
"And no bulls.h.i.t," Elody trumpets, which isn"t part of our little routine, but whatever. She"s supposed to say, "and no lies," but I guess one works as well as the other.
"Forever," Ally finishes, "and till death do us part."
The last part falls on me to say, "And even then."
"And even then," the three of them echo.
"All right, enough mushy c.r.a.p." Lindsay breaks away. "I, for one, came to get drunk."
"I thought you didn"t get drunk," Ally says.
"Figure of speech."
Ally and Lindsay start going back and forth, Ally dancing away with the vodka bottle ("If you don"t get drunk, I don"t see the point of drinking and wasting it") as Elody wanders back over to m.u.f.fin. At least the attention is off me.
"See you later," I say loudly to all of them in general, and Elody glances over her shoulder at me, but she may be looking at someone else. Lindsay flaps a hand in my direction, and Ally doesn"t hear me at all. It reminds me of leaving my house for the last time this morning, how in the end it"s impossible to understand the finality of certain things, certain words, certain moments. As I turn away my vision gets blurry, and I"m surprised to find that I"m crying. The tears come without any warning. I blink repeatedly until the world sharpens again, rubbing the wetness off my cheeks. I check my cell phone. Eleven forty-five.
Downstairs I stand just inside the door, waiting for Juliet, which is a bit like trying to stay on your feet in the middle of a riptide. People swarm around me, but hardly anybody looks my way. Maybe they"re getting a weird vibe off me, too, or they can tell I"m focused elsewhere. Or maybe-and this makes me sad as soon as I think it-they can sense, somehow, that I"m already gone. I push the thought away.
Finally I see her slip through the front door, white sweater tied loosely around her, head stooped. Instantly I jump forward and put a hand on her arm. She starts, staring at me, and though she must have imagined coming face-to-face with me tonight, the fact that I"ve found her, and not the other way around, throws her off guard.
"Hey," I say. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
She opens her mouth, shuts it, then opens it again. "Actually, I, um, kind of have somewhere to be."
"No, you don"t." In one movement I draw her away from the crowded entrance and toward a little recessed area in the hall. It"s a little easier to hear each other here, though it"s so squished we have to stand nearly pressed chest-to-chest. "Weren"t you looking for me, anyway? Weren"t you looking for us us?"
"How did you-?" She breaks off, sucks in a breath, and shakes her head. "I"m not here for you."
"I know." I stare at her, willing her to look at me, but she doesn"t. I want to tell her that I get it, that I understand, but she"s examining the tiling on the floors. "I know it"s bigger than that."
"You don"t know anything," she says dully.
"I know what you have planned for tonight," I say, very quietly.
Then she looks up. For a second our eyes meet, and I see fear flashing there, and something else-hope, maybe?-but she quickly drops her eyes again.
"You can"t know," she says simply. "n.o.body knows."
"I know that you have something to tell me," I say. "I know that you have something you wanted to say to all of us-to me, to Lindsay, to Elody, and Ally, too."
Again she looks up, but this time she holds my gaze, eyes wide, and we stare at each other. Now I know what the look on her face is, behind the fear: wonder.
"You"re a b.i.t.c.h," she whispers, so quietly I"m not sure I even hear the words or am just remembering them, imagining them in her voice. She says it like she is reciting the lines to an old play, some long-neglected script she can"t manage to forget.
I nod. "I know," I say. "I know I am. I know I have been-we all have been. And I"m sorry."
She takes a quick step back, but there"s nowhere to go, so she ends up b.u.mping up against the wall. She flattens herself, hands braced against the plaster, breathing hard, like I"m some kind of a wild animal that might attack her at any second. She"s shaking her head quickly from side to side. I don"t even think she knows she"s doing it.
"Juliet." I reach out, but she shrinks an extra half inch into the wall, and I drop my hand. "I"m serious. I"m trying to tell you how sorry I am."
"I have to go."
She seems to break away from the wall with effort, like she"s not sure she"ll be able to stand without it. She tries to squeeze past me, but I shuffle around so we"re face-to-face again.
"I"m sorry," I say.
"You said that." Now she"s getting angry. I"m glad. I think it"s a good sign.
"No, I mean..." I take a deep breath, willing her to understand. This is how it"s supposed to be. This is how it"s supposed to be. "I have to come with you." "I have to come with you."
"Please," she says. "Just leave me alone."
"That"s what I"m telling you. I can"t can"t." As we"re standing there I realize we"re almost exactly the same height. We must look like the dark and light sides of an Oreo cookie, and I think how just as easily it could have been the other way around. She could be blocking my path; I could be trying to slip around her into the dark.
"You don"t-" she starts, but I don"t ever hear what she"s about to say. At that second someone yells, "Sam!" from the stairs, and as I turn around to look up at Kent, Juliet darts past me.
"Juliet!" I whip around but not quickly enough. She"s swallowed by the crowd, the gap that allowed her to break for the door closing just as quickly as it opened, a shifting Tetris pattern of bodies, and now I"m running up against backs and hands and enormous leather bags.
"Sam!"
Not now, Kent. I"m fighting my way toward the door, every few steps being carried backward as people drive relentlessly toward the kitchen, holding up cups that need to be refilled. When I"m almost at the door, the crowd thins and I surge forward. But then I feel a warm hand on my back, and Kent"s spinning me around to face him, and despite the fact that I need to catch Juliet and the fact that we"re standing in the middle of a billion people, I think about how good it would feel to dance with him. Really dance, not just grind up on each other like people do at homecoming-dance the way people used to, with my hands on his shoulders and his arms around my waist. I"m fighting my way toward the door, every few steps being carried backward as people drive relentlessly toward the kitchen, holding up cups that need to be refilled. When I"m almost at the door, the crowd thins and I surge forward. But then I feel a warm hand on my back, and Kent"s spinning me around to face him, and despite the fact that I need to catch Juliet and the fact that we"re standing in the middle of a billion people, I think about how good it would feel to dance with him. Really dance, not just grind up on each other like people do at homecoming-dance the way people used to, with my hands on his shoulders and his arms around my waist.
"I"ve been looking for you." He"s out of breath and his hair is messier than usual. "Why did you run away from me before?"
He looks so confused and concerned I feel my heart somersault in my chest.
"I don"t really have time to talk about this right now," I say as gently as possible. "I"ll catch up with you later, okay?" It"s the easiest way. It"s the only only way. way.
"No." He sounds so emphatic I"m momentarily thrown off guard.
"Excuse me?"
"I said, no no." He stands in front of me, blocking my path to the door. "I want to talk to you. I want to talk now."
"I can"t-" I start to say, but he cuts me off.
"You can"t run away again." He reaches out and places his hands gently on my shoulders, but his touch makes a current of warmth and energy zip through me. "Do you understand? You can"t keep doing this."
The way he"s looking at me makes me feel weak. The tears threaten to come again. "I never meant to hurt you," I croak out.
He releases my shoulders, pushing his hands through his hair. He looks like he wants to scream. "You act like I"m invisible for years, then you send me this adorable little note, then I pick you up, and you kiss me-"
"I think you you kissed kissed me me, actually."
He doesn"t miss a beat. "-And you completely blow me away and rip my world up and everything else, and then you go back to ignoring me."
"I blew you away?" I squeak out before I can stop myself.
He stares at me steadily. "You blew everything everything away." away."
"Listen, Kent." I look down at my palms, which are actually itching to reach out and touch him, to smooth his hair back and tuck it behind his ear. "I meant everything that happened in the car. I meant to kiss you, I mean."
"I thought I kissed you." Kent"s voice is even and I can"t tell if he"s joking or not.
"Yeah, well, I meant to kiss you back." I try to swallow the lump in my throat. "That"s all I can tell you right now. I meant it. More than I"ve ever meant anything else in my life."
I"m glad I"m staring down at my shoes because at that second the tears push out of my eyes and start running down my cheeks. I quickly wipe them away with the back of my hand, pretending to be rubbing my eyes.
"What about that other thing you said in the car?" Kent doesn"t sound angry, at least, though I"m too scared to look at him. His voice is softer now. "You said you didn"t have much time. What did you mean?"
Now that the tears have found a way out, there"s no stopping them, and I keep my head bowed. One of them splatters on my shoe, leaving a mark in the shape of a star. "There are things going on right now...."
He puts two fingers under my chin and tilts my face up toward his. And then I really do stumble. My legs just give out underneath me, and he scoops one arm behind my back to keep me upright.
"What"s happening, Sam?" He brushes a tear away from the corner of my eye with his thumb, his eyes searching my face, doing the thing where I feel like he"s turning me inside out and looking straight into my heart. "Are you in trouble?"
I shake my head, unable to speak, and he rushes on, "You can tell me. Whatever it is, you can trust me."
For a moment I"m tempted to let myself stay this way, pressed against him; to kiss him over and over until it feels like I"m breathing through through him. But then I think of Juliet in the woods. I see two blinding beams of light cutting through the darkness, and the low sound of roaring, like a faraway ocean, an engine jumping to life. The roaring and the lights fill my head, pushing everything else out-the fear, the regret, the sadness-and I can focus again. him. But then I think of Juliet in the woods. I see two blinding beams of light cutting through the darkness, and the low sound of roaring, like a faraway ocean, an engine jumping to life. The roaring and the lights fill my head, pushing everything else out-the fear, the regret, the sadness-and I can focus again.
"I"m not in trouble. It"s not about me. I-I have to help someone." I break away from Kent gently, detaching his arm from my waist. "I can"t really explain. You You have to trust have to trust me me."
I lean forward and give him a final kiss-just a peck, really, our lips hardly brushing together, but enough for me to feel that sense of soaring again, strength and power flowing through me. When I pull away I"m expecting more argument, but instead he just stares at me for a beat longer and then whirls around and disappears toward the stairs. My stomach plummets and for one split second I ache for him so badly-I miss miss him-I feel like my whole chest has caved in. Then I think of the dark, and the lights, and the roaring, and Juliet, and before I can think of anything else, I fight the final few steps to the door and step out into the cold, where the rain is still coming down like shards of moonlight, or like steel. him-I feel like my whole chest has caved in. Then I think of the dark, and the lights, and the roaring, and Juliet, and before I can think of anything else, I fight the final few steps to the door and step out into the cold, where the rain is still coming down like shards of moonlight, or like steel.
A MIRACLE OF CHANCE AND COINCIDENCE, PART II.
"Juliet! Juliet!" I know she"s gotten a fair start and won"t be able to hear me, but it makes me feel better to call her name, makes the darkness all around me not feel so close and heavy.
Of course I"ve forgotten the flashlight. I begin my combo shuffle-run down the icy driveway, wishing I"d decided to wear sneakers instead of my favorite olive leather wedge-heeled Dolce Vita boots. At the same time, these are shoes to die for-to die in in.
The lights of the house have winked out behind me, swallowed by the curves of the road and the tall spikes of the trees, when I think I hear someone calling my name. For a second I"m sure I"ve imagined it, or it"s only the sound of the wind through the branches. I pause, hesitating, and then I hear it again. "Sam!" "Sam!" It sounds like Kent. It sounds like Kent.
"Sam! Where are you?"
It is is Kent. Kent.
This throws me. I was pretty sure when he stalked away from me at the party that that would be the end of it. I never expected he would actually follow me. I consider turning around and going back to him. But there"s no time. Besides, I"ve said everything I can. For a moment, standing there in the freezing cold with the air burning my lungs and the rain pouring into my collar and down my back, I close my eyes and remember being with him in the warm, dry car surrounded on all sides by pouring rain. I remember the kiss and a feeling of lifting, as though we were going to be swept away at any moment by a wave. When I hear him call my name again it sounds closer, and I imagine him cupping my face and whispering to me. Sam. Sam.
Someone screams. I snap my eyes open, my heart surging in my chest, thinking of Juliet. But then I hear a few voices calling to one another-distant, still, a confusion of sounds-and I could swear that among them I hear Lindsay"s voice. But that"s ridiculous. I"m imagining things, and I"m wasting time.
I keep going toward the road. As I get closer I hear the roar of vehicles, the hiss of wheels against asphalt, both sounding like waves on a beach.
When I find Juliet she"s standing, drenched, her clothes clinging to her body, her arms floating loosely at her sides like the rain and the cold doesn"t bother her at all.
"Juliet!"
She hears me then. She swivels her head sharply, like she"s being called back to earth from somewhere else. I start jogging toward her, hearing the low rumbling of an approaching truck-going way too fast-behind me. She takes a quick step backward as I pick up speed, pinwheeling my arms to keep from toppling over on the ice, her face coming alive when she sees me, full of anger and fear and that other thing. Wonder.
The engine is louder now, a steady growl, and the driver leans on his horn. The noise is huge: rolling, blasting around us, filling the air with sound. Still Juliet hasn"t moved. She"s just standing there, staring at me, shaking her head a little bit, like we"re long-lost friends in a random airport somewhere in Europe and have just b.u.mped into each other. It"s so weird to see you here.... Isn"t it funny how life works? Small world. It"s so weird to see you here.... Isn"t it funny how life works? Small world.
I close the last few feet between us as the truck surges past, still blasting its horn. I grab onto her shoulders, and she takes a few stumbling steps backward into the woods, my momentum nearly carrying her off her feet. The sound of the horn ebbs away from us, taillights disappearing into the dark.
"Thank G.o.d," I say, breathing hard. My arms are shaking.
"What are you doing doing?" She seems to snap into herself, trying to wrench away from me. "Are you following following me?" me?"
"I thought you were going to..." I nod toward the road, and I suddenly have the urge to hug her. She"s alive and solid and real under my hands. "I thought I wouldn"t get to you in time."
She stops struggling and looks at me for a long second. There are no cars on the road, and in the pause I hear it sharply, definitively: "Samantha Emily Kingston!" It comes from the woods to my left, and there"s only one person in the world who calls me by my full name. Lindsay Edgecombe.
Just then, like a chorus of birds rising up from the ground at the same time, come the other voices, crowding one another: "Sam! Sam! Sam!" Kent, Ally, and Elody, all of them coming through the woods toward us.
"What"s going on?" Juliet looks really afraid now. I"m so confused I loosen my grip on her shoulders and she twists away. "Why did you follow me? Why can"t you leave me alone?"
"Juliet." I hold up my hands, a gesture of peace. "I just want to talk to you."
"I have nothing to say." She turns away from me and stalks back up toward the road.
I follow her, feeling suddenly calm. The world around me sharpens and comes into clearer focus, and every time I hear my name bouncing through the woods it sounds closer and closer, and I think, I"m sorry I"m sorry. But this is right. This is how it has to happen.
How it was supposed to happen all along.
"You don"t have to do this, Juliet," I say to her quietly. "You know it"s not the right way."
"You don"t know what I have to do," she whispers back fiercely. "You don"t know know. You could never understand." She"s staring at the road. Her shoulder blades are jutting out underneath her soaked T-shirt, and again I have the fantasy of a pair of wings unfurling behind her, lifting her away, carrying her out of danger.
"Sam! Sam! Sam!" The voices are close now, and diagonal beams of light zigzag through the woods. I hear footsteps, too, and branches snapping underfoot. The road has been unusually clear of traffic, but now from both directions I make out the low growl of big engines. I close my eyes and think of flying.
"I want to help you," I say to Juliet, though I know that I can"t make her understand, not like this.