When I surfaced, I yelled, “Jerks!” It only made them laugh harder.
I had to go back inside and change out of my soaked clothes, the clothes I wore the first day. I changed into Taylor’s sundress and her platform sandals. As I wrung out my hair with a hand towel, it was hard to be mad. I even smiled to myself. Possibly the last Belly Flop of my life, and Steven wasn’t there to partake.
It was Jeremiah’s idea to take one car, so Conrad could keep studying on the way. Conrad didn’t even try to take the front seat, he just went straight to the back and started flipping through his note cards.
Predictably, I cried as we drove away. I was just glad I was up front and wearing sunglasses so the boys couldn’t tease me about it. But I loved that house, and I hated to say good-bye. Because, it was more than just a house. It was every summer, every boat ride, every sunset. It was Susannah.
We drove in near silence for a while, and then Britney Spears came on the radio, and I turned it up, loud. It went without saying that Conrad hated Britney Spears, but I didn’t care. I started to sing along, and Jeremiah did too.
“Oh baby baby, I shouldn’t have let you go,” I sang, shimmying toward the dashboard.
“Show me how you want it to be,” Jeremiah sang back, bouncing his shoulders.
When the song changed, it was Justin Timberlake, and Jeremiah did an amazing Justin Timberlake. He was soun-self-conscious and easy with who he was. He made me want to be like that too.
He sang to me, “And tell me how they got that pretty little face on that pretty little frame, girl.” I put my hand on my heart and fake-swooned for him, like a groupie.
“Fast fast slow, whichever way you wanna run, girl.”
I backed him up at the chorus. “This just can’t be summer love…”
From the backseat, Conrad growled, “Can you guys please turn the music down? I’m trying to study here, remember?”
I turned around and said, “Oh, sorry. Is it bothering you?”
He looked at me with narrowed eyes.
Without saying a word, Jeremiah turned the music down. We drove for another hour or so and then he said, “Do you need to pee or anything? I’m gonna stop at the next exit for gas.”
I shook my head. “No, but I am thirsty.”
We pulled into the gas station parking lot, and while Jeremiah filled the car up and Conrad napped, I ran into the convenience store. I got Jeremiah and me both Slurpees, half Coke and half cherry, a combination I had perfected over the years.
When I got back to the car, I climbed in and handed Jeremiah his Slurpee. His whole face lit up. “Aw, thanks, Bells. What flavor did you get me?”
“Drink it and see.”
He took a long sip and nodded appreciatively. “Half Coke, half cherry, your specialty. Nice.”
“Hey, remember that time—,” I started to say.
“Yup,” he said. “My dad still doesn’t want anyone touching his blender.”
I put my feet up on the dashboard and leaned back, sipping on my Slurpee. I thought to myself,Happiness is a Slurpee and a hot pink straw.
From the back, Conrad said, irritably, “Where’s mine?”
“I thought you were still asleep,” I said. “And you have to drink a Slurpee right away or it’ll melt, so… I didn’t see the point.”
Conrad glared at me. “Well, at least let me have a sip.”
“But you hate Slurpees.” Which was true. Conrad didn’t like sugary drinks, he never had.
“I don’t care. I’m thirsty.”
I handed him my cup and turned around and watched him drink. I was expecting him to make a face or something, but he just drank and handed it back. And then he said, “I thought your specialty was cocoa.”
I stared at him. Did he really just say that? Did he remember? The way he looked back at me, one eyebrow raised, I knew he did. And this time, I was the one to look away.
