MasukThere was something about a parking lot at night that made everything feel a little more cinematic. Maybe it was the way headlights bounced off the concrete pillars, or how every engine sounded twice as loud when it echoed between floors. Maybe it was the rows of modified cars, the people gathered around open hoods, or the occasional motorcycle slipping through the crowd. Whatever it was, the place had a certain atmosphere. And apparently, Poppy knew about it before the rest of us. “I’m telling you, this is going to be good.” I glanced over at her, shaking my head. “You’ve said that three times.” “Because you keep questioning me.” “I’m questioning your ability to find a parking garage.” Poppy turned around in her seat. “I found it, didn’t I?” River leaned forward. “Technically, the GPS found it.” “Technically,” Poppy said, “Nobody asked you.” Mia was following behind us in her RX-7, purple underglow already illuminating the pavement beneath her car. She’d been sending picture
I woke up smiling, which was almost irritating. Not because there was anything particularly wrong with smiling, but because I knew exactly why I was doing it. River. More specifically…his hands, his lips, and the fact that I had spent a questionable amount of time replaying the previous night’s goodbye instead of getting a reasonable amount of sleep. I rolled onto my back and started at the ceiling. This is becoming a problem… My phone buzzed on the nightstand. River: Morning, trouble. I smiled. Of course. Me: Can’t you be any more creative with your nicknames? River: Good morning…beautiful? Me: Absolutely not. River: So trouble it is. River: How did you sleep? Me: Eventually. River: Couldn’t stop thinking about me, hmm? I rolled my eyes. Me: Thinking about how annoying you are. River: Thinking about me is still thinking about me. I laughed into my pillow, another message appearing. River: For the record, I had a pretty good night. River: Especially with you there.
By the time Friday night rolled around, River had developed a very specific problem. He was bored. Not regular bored, either. The kind of bored that involved standing in my driveway, staring at my Challenger as if it had personally offended him. “You’re hovering,” I said. “I’m inspecting.” “You’ve been inspecting for almost twenty minutes.” “It’s a complicated inspection.” “What’s wrong with it?” “Nothing.” “Then why are you looking at it like that?” River glanced over at me. “Because I miss driving something that isn’t a grocery-getter.” “Your Honda is getting fixed.” “Slowly.” “You’re the one who turned it into a financial science experiment.” “That’s a very disrespectful way to describe automotive restoration.” “It’s a very accurate way to describe your bank account.” “I come here looking for emotional support, and this is what I get.” “You came here to complain about my car.” “Your car is innocent, you’re the problem.” I shook my head and reached for the keys. “
The first thing I saw when I woke up was a notification from River. River: Good morning, trouble. I smiled before I could stop myself. Me: You’re alive. How disappointing. River: I was hoping for “I’m glad you’re okay,” but I’ll take what I can get. Me: Don’t get greedy. I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling. My mind went straight back to the canyon. The headlights. The gravel. The rear of River’s Honda just…hanging over an empty space. I could still see it if I closed my eyes. Me: How’s your hand? River: Attached. Slightly offended. Me: Your hand has opinions now? River: It’s been through a lot. Me: And the car? There was a longer pause. River: She’s alive. Her dignity is not. Me: That bad? River: Let’s just say the repair estimate has become a personal attack. Me: Sounds like someone else I know. River: Are you flirting with me before breakfast? I stared at the message. Me: I’m checking for neurological damage. River: In me or you? Me: Still collecting
Adrian: You wanna talk about what?”I wasn’t sure what I’d expected him to say, but somehow that wasn’t it.Me: Us, I guess.A few minutes passed.Adrian: Sky, I’ve been really busy lately. You know this.I read it twice. Of course he had been.Me: I know, I just feel like things have been different.Adrian: It’s nothing personal. Work has been a lot.I leaned back against my pillows. I wanted to ask him if he’d meant what he’d said the last time we were together. If he’d actually missed me, or if he missed having someone around when it was convenient.I wanted to ask why he could make time for me one weekend and barely managed a conversation the next. Instead, I typed one word.Me: Okay.Three dots appeared.Disappeared.Appeared again.Adrian: I don’t want you thinking I’m ignoring you.I stared at the screen, almost wanting to laugh.Me: I’m not.It wasn’t entirely true. But I wasn’t going to argue with someone who seemed determined not to have the conversation in the first place.
Sofia had apparently decided that her promise to stay in touch was something she intended to take seriously. Which was new. My phone buzzed while I was getting ready for work on Thursday evening. Sofia: Good morning, menace. Me: It’s too early for you to be this annoying. Sofia: It’s almost ten. Me: Exactly. Sofia: Just checking in. How’s everyone? I glanced toward the hallway. Mom was in the living room, awake for once, while Curtis had already disappeared somewhere upstairs. The kitchen was still a mess, but at least I’d managed to keep the sink relatively clear since Sofia’s visit. Me: Same circus, different day. Sofia: And you? I paused. Me: I’m good. Busy. Sofia: You know, you can give me an actual answer…right? Me: I’m working on it. Sofia: I’ll take that. Love you XOXO I set my phone down and finished getting ready. It was a small exchange, nothing particularly important. Maybe having family check in without needing anything from me wasn’t something I’d gotten







