In A Holidaze - Christina Lauren Page 0,15
When I’m satisfied we’re alone, I whisper, “Listen. Some crazy stuff is going on.”
He gives me a knowing wink. “I’ll say. You and Andrew seemed pretty flirty out there. Is that what you wanted to talk about? Has something happened?”
“What? No. I wish.” I point to the chair in the far corner by the windows and flap my hand until he takes the hint and sits down.
He leans forward, elbows on his knees, and fixes his attention on my face. The calm assurance of Benny’s focus is like a numbing salve to my frazzled nerves.
“Okay,” I begin, pulling up another folding chair and sitting across from him, knee to knee. “Have I ever given you the impression that I am—how should I put this? Mentally impaired?”
“Before today?” he jokes. “No.”
“Emotionally unbalanced?”
“A few moments when you were thirteen to fifteen, but since then? No.”
“Okay, then please believe that when I say what I’m about to say, I am being totally serious.”
He takes a deep breath, bracing himself. “Okay. Hit me.”
“I think it’s possible I’m in the past, repeating the same holiday, and I’m the only one who knows it.”
It sounds even crazier once I say it aloud. His bushy brows push together, and he shoves his too-long hair out of his eyes. “You mean the nightmare your dad mentioned?”
“No, I mean for real.” I look around the room, wishing there was something here that could help me. Lisa’s old Ouija board? Too creepy. Theo’s old Magic 8 Ball? Too desperate. “Things that happened six days ago are happening over again.”
He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a mint, and pops it in his mouth. “Start from the beginning.”
I run a hand down my face. “Okay. So, earlier today for me was December twenty-sixth. Dad, Mom, Miles, and I were in a car headed to the airport—from here. This truck ran a red light—” I pause, piecing the fragments together. “A truck carrying Christmas trees, I think. Everyone was distracted, and it hit us. I woke up on the plane.” I look up, making sure he’s following. “A plane back here, today. December twentieth.”
He lets out a quiet “Whoa.” And then, “I don’t get it.”
I lean closer, trying to sort my words into order. “Maybe I’m not actually talking to you right now. Maybe I’m in a coma in the hospital, or maybe I really am dreaming this. All I know is that I already lived through this Christmas, managed to mess it all up, got creamed by a Christmas tree truck, and now I’m back, and it’s the beginning of the holiday all over again.”
“You sure about this?”
“Not even a little bit.”
He nods slowly. “Cool. Okay. Keep going.”
“Before we left, Ricky and Lisa told us that they were going to sell the cabin.”
Benny’s hazel eyes go wide. “They what?”
“Right?” I nod emphatically. “So obviously we were all really upset when we left. Plus my panic about making out with Theo, and getting busted by Andrew—”
Benny cuts me off. “Uh, back up.”
“You knew about it, don’t worry.” I try to casually wave this detail to the side. “What I—”
He holds up a hand. “I can assure you I did not know that you made out with Theo because this conversation would have started there.”
“Well, I told you this morning, but like everything else— everyone else—you’ve forgotten.” I take a deep, calming breath. “For the record, you were much more helpful last time.”
He considers this. “Was I also high?”
“Actually, yes.”
He holds his hands palms-up as if to say There you go. “Start there, then tell me everything.”
I groan in renewed mortification. “Last night there was eggnog.”
He lets out a little “Ah” of understanding. Benny loves his weed, but, like me, he is easily knocked over by a cup of Ricky’s eggnog. That stuff should come with an octane rating.
“It was brief and awkward,” I tell him. “You told me to go talk to him the next morning, but he totally ignored me. Then I found out that Andrew saw us kissing. Then we found out that the Hollises are selling the cabin, and we left. Boom—car accident. Boom—back on plane. Boom— here we are.”
Benny whistles. “I’m going to have some words with Theo.”
“Seriously, Benny? That’s what you’re taking away from this? The primary redeeming thing about starting this holiday all over again is not having to process any of this with Theo!”
Benny seems to think on this. “I feel like I’m following you down this road pretty easily, friend. Are you sure you’re