Love, Life, and the List

He followed after us. At a long table on the patio, we each filled our plates with chips and watermelon and burgers.

“Let’s take this over there,” Lacey said, pointing to a lounge chair under a tree that was miraculously empty.

I sat at the top end of the lounge chair, and Lacey gestured for Elliot to sit on the foot end, facing me. She dragged a chair from the pool area and sat alongside us.

“Thanks for coming, you guys.”

“Thanks for the invite. How did your auditions go?” I asked.

“They went well. But that’s always how I feel, so we’ll see.”

“Auditions?” Elliot asked.

She waved off his question. “It was nothing. I should check on my guests,” Lacey said. “You two have fun.” Her conspiratorial voice was back, and I knew she had planned this. Then she was gone, leaving me alone with Elliot.

TWENTY

Complete awkward silence followed Lacey’s departure. I took several big bites of burger to try and justify it. After swallowing my mouthful, I panicked. Could I really not hold a normal conversation outside my friend group? The image of that lone fish swimming toward my foot crept into my mind, and I wasn’t sure why. But then I realized I was feeling the same anxiousness now. Once I had let it happen, I was fine. Just give this a chance, I told myself.

Crickets literally chirped in a nearby bush and Elliot’s eyes were drawn to the sound. Then he smiled. “And the crickets break the silence.”

I immediately relaxed with a laugh. “Kind of ironic.”

He nodded to where Lacey had retreated. “For an actress, she’s not very subtle, is she?”

“I don’t think she was trying to be. Subtle is not necessarily her thing.”

“She got me over here alone with you, so I shouldn’t be complaining.”

My cheeks went pink, and his statement was followed by a long silence that I thought we had already conquered but was apparently back for round two. I tapped on the plastic arm of the lounge chair, then ate some watermelon. “What is your favorite thing to sculpt? What do you always go back to?”

“My favorite?” he asked. “I don’t know that it’s my favorite, but I sculpt a lot of trees. I think I’m trying to make the perfect one.”

“Do you sculpt with clay or stone?”

“Clay.”

“I’ve never painted a tree. Well, I mean, not as the sole subject. I’ve painted them as background or part of a scene. I should try a tree.”

“What’s your favorite thing to paint?” he asked.

“I don’t really have a favorite. I painted a sunrise recently, and that was fun.”

“I didn’t see a sunrise in the living room.”

“The living room just has some of my paintings. I have a back room full of my stuff.”

“Why didn’t you show me that?”

“Weren’t you the one who talked about pretension?”

“There’s a fine line between feeling like a show-off and wanting people to see your work, isn’t there?”

“For sure,” I said.

“Well, I want to see it.”

I smiled.

“Abby!” I heard my name called from a distance. I looked over to see Cooper standing by an ice chest, holding up a can of Dr Pepper. The patio lights were on now, and white lights were strung around trees and posts and lit the otherwise dark backyard. When had it gotten so dark?

I nodded. Then he pointed at Elliot.

“Do you want a soda? Cooper wants to know.”

Elliot cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, “Coke!”

Cooper jogged around the pool and presented us with our two cans. “Coke might be a deal breaker for Abby. She hates Coke.”

I rolled my eyes. “He’s kidding.”

“So you don’t hate Coke?” Elliot said.

“No, I hate Coke. But not a deal breaker.”

Cooper cuffed Elliot on the arm, then left. We both watched him go. That was weird. He joined up with Iris again and she slid her arm around his waist.

“You two are really close,” Elliot said, breaking my stare.

“Aren’t most friends?”

“True.”

We were quiet for a time, and I tried to think of more art things to talk about. I put my plate of half-eaten food on the ground beside our chair and he did the same.

He leaned to the side, which brought him a little closer to me, and looked up at the sky. “Do you know any constellations?”

“Just the basics. Do you?”

“Same.”

“You smell good,” I said. Like hair product or dryer sheets or something clean and fragrant.

“Thanks. You do too.”

“It’s vanilla lotion.” I held up my arm, and he took it in his hand and brought it to his nose.

“Like cookies,” he said.

Cooper wandered back over to us, holding Iris by the hand this time, and sat down on the lounge chair that Lacey had pulled over. Iris sat down in front of him.

“Abby, Iris asked how we met, and I was trying to remember the very first thing I said to you in science when you moved here.”

“You said, ‘You’re new,’” I deadpanned. “I said, ‘You’re observant.’”

He laughed. “That’s right. You were always sarcastic. But then I said something really funny back.”

“Cooper thinks he’s funnier than he is.” I actually didn’t remember exactly what he said when I walked into science class my first day at another new school. But I remembered he was the first person to talk to me and we’d been friends ever since.

He gasped in faux offense. “She’s just jealous.”

That word jolted something loose in my brain. Is that what was going on here? Why Cooper kept coming over and interrupting us? Was he jealous? That thought expanded in my chest until I felt like it would burst.

“I remember the first thing I heard you say,” Iris said.

“Oh yeah, what?” he asked.

“You said if given the choice between seeing ghosts or zombies, you’d choose ghosts, because then they could tell you your future.”

“Ghosts don’t know the future,” Elliot said.

I grabbed hold of his arm. “That’s exactly what I said!”

“My ghosts would,” Cooper reiterated.

“When we met Iris we were playing would you rather,” I explained to Elliot. Well, when she met Cooper. She didn’t remember me.

Lacey walked up right at that moment with a couple of people in tow. “We’re playing would you rather?”

“We weren’t,” Cooper said. “But we can.”

Lacey sat on the end of our lounge chair, then gestured for Elliot to scoot closer to me. He did, and she settled into her spot more. The other two girls who had come with her sat on the grass at the foot of the chairs. “Do you all know Lydia and Kara?” The group greeted them.

“I have one if we’re playing,” Elliot said. “Would you rather have to jump in the pool right now or eat a live cricket?” He pointed to the bush, where I could no longer hear the insects, but I was sure they were still there.

“Pool!” almost everyone said at once.

Cooper and I looked at each other and both said, “Live cricket.”

“What?” Lacey asked with a look of disgust.

“We’ve eaten the dried version before. A little salt and pepper and they’re golden,” Cooper said.