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of the darker parts of hers will never completely fade.
My eyes travel up to her t-shirt, and even through her tangled dirty blonde hair, I can see the ironed on insignia of the Ramones. A band I know she doesn’t listen to; I’ve seen the contents of her iPod enough times to know that. I get the feeling that the shirt might be Lily’s.
I suddenly regret agreeing to a double date with the two of them.
I look at the time on my phone, noting that my mom should be getting home from work soon. I admit, I do feel a little guilty about leaving things the way I did. Luckily, I’d slept in my clothes from the day before, so I don’t need to change. I can shower at home when I get there. I scribble a note to Alyssa telling her that I went home to face my mom, and leave it on the coffee table next to her glasses. I take one last look at her sleeping form, then walk through the front door, locking it behind me with a spell.
I could have teleported home, but I’m in no rush to get there.
My mom and I are polite enough to each other when I finally do make it home. In fact, things are fine for the next few weeks, just frosty and punctuated with awkward silences. I said some things that must have hurt her more than I’ll ever know, and even though I apologized profusely the morning after the fight, I don’t entirely regret saying them. Keeping things from me is an offense I take seriously. All the same, I miss the way things used to be. Between the two of us, we always made this apartment feel full, but lately the space between us leaves it feeling cold and empty.
Things with Nick, on the other hand, remain mostly unchanged. I’m not even sure if he really noticed I’d been upset with him. He spends most of his time under Navarro’s supervision, but calls me every night once they’re done doing God knows what to him. I’ve asked what sort of tests they’re doing on him, but he won’t say. Or rather, can’t; whatever Navarro’s research team is up to, their techniques and results are apparently classified information.
I told Nick about the double date the night after I promised we would go, and he wasn’t happy, but he agreed to come along. More to make sure I keep my word than out of any desire to spend time in Alyssa’s company. I believe his exact words were, “I guess if she’s moved on from you, I might be able to handle a meal in her presence.”
If he knew how much the idea of her moving on stung, he might have reconsidered.
They aren’t done testing Nick until a few weeks after I proposed the idea to him, and we all happen to have no plans on his first night of freedom, so it’s then that Alyssa and I arrange for all of us to meet at the Olive Garden in Times Square. Nick and I are the first ones there, but we don’t have long to wait before Lily’s sleek black motorcycle pulls up, and Alyssa hops off of the back. The three of us head upstairs to reserve our table, while Lily takes on the arduous task of finding a place to park in Times Square.
Half an hour later, we’re all seated in a booth, waiting for our food with nothing to say. I don’t know what I expected; I can’t remember Alyssa and Nick ever speaking without it being absolutely necessary, Lily and I have practically nothing in common, and I can’t focus on either my friend or my boyfriend without the other thinking I’m neglecting them. This is so much more stressful than dates of the one-on-one variety.
I’m just about to comment on the awkward silence when Lily reaches into her bag under the table, and pulls out an old school black notebook that looks like it’s been through hell. She jots something down, and grins sheepishly when she
My eyes travel up to her t-shirt, and even through her tangled dirty blonde hair, I can see the ironed on insignia of the Ramones. A band I know she doesn’t listen to; I’ve seen the contents of her iPod enough times to know that. I get the feeling that the shirt might be Lily’s.
I suddenly regret agreeing to a double date with the two of them.
I look at the time on my phone, noting that my mom should be getting home from work soon. I admit, I do feel a little guilty about leaving things the way I did. Luckily, I’d slept in my clothes from the day before, so I don’t need to change. I can shower at home when I get there. I scribble a note to Alyssa telling her that I went home to face my mom, and leave it on the coffee table next to her glasses. I take one last look at her sleeping form, then walk through the front door, locking it behind me with a spell.
I could have teleported home, but I’m in no rush to get there.
My mom and I are polite enough to each other when I finally do make it home. In fact, things are fine for the next few weeks, just frosty and punctuated with awkward silences. I said some things that must have hurt her more than I’ll ever know, and even though I apologized profusely the morning after the fight, I don’t entirely regret saying them. Keeping things from me is an offense I take seriously. All the same, I miss the way things used to be. Between the two of us, we always made this apartment feel full, but lately the space between us leaves it feeling cold and empty.
Things with Nick, on the other hand, remain mostly unchanged. I’m not even sure if he really noticed I’d been upset with him. He spends most of his time under Navarro’s supervision, but calls me every night once they’re done doing God knows what to him. I’ve asked what sort of tests they’re doing on him, but he won’t say. Or rather, can’t; whatever Navarro’s research team is up to, their techniques and results are apparently classified information.
I told Nick about the double date the night after I promised we would go, and he wasn’t happy, but he agreed to come along. More to make sure I keep my word than out of any desire to spend time in Alyssa’s company. I believe his exact words were, “I guess if she’s moved on from you, I might be able to handle a meal in her presence.”
If he knew how much the idea of her moving on stung, he might have reconsidered.
They aren’t done testing Nick until a few weeks after I proposed the idea to him, and we all happen to have no plans on his first night of freedom, so it’s then that Alyssa and I arrange for all of us to meet at the Olive Garden in Times Square. Nick and I are the first ones there, but we don’t have long to wait before Lily’s sleek black motorcycle pulls up, and Alyssa hops off of the back. The three of us head upstairs to reserve our table, while Lily takes on the arduous task of finding a place to park in Times Square.
Half an hour later, we’re all seated in a booth, waiting for our food with nothing to say. I don’t know what I expected; I can’t remember Alyssa and Nick ever speaking without it being absolutely necessary, Lily and I have practically nothing in common, and I can’t focus on either my friend or my boyfriend without the other thinking I’m neglecting them. This is so much more stressful than dates of the one-on-one variety.
I’m just about to comment on the awkward silence when Lily reaches into her bag under the table, and pulls out an old school black notebook that looks like it’s been through hell. She jots something down, and grins sheepishly when she
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