a couple.
“This is kind of weird, isn’t it?”
Julia nodded. “I can’t believe this has been happening the whole
time we were in high school.”
“I was just thinking that,” Dave said. He finished off his beer and
took a few steps to place it atop one of the many beer can pyramids
that had started popping up around the house. “I’m gonna try to find
the bathroom. Don’t get swallowed up by this madness.”
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“Wait, Dave, before you go.”
“Yeah?”
God, she was beautiful. Her cheeks were slightly flushed from
the alcohol and the warmth of so many people inside the house.
She stepped out of her high heels, suddenly the height he’d always
known her to be. Relief visibly washed over her. She closed her eyes
for a second, her toes curling and uncurling against the sticky kitchen
floor. “That felt so good I might start wearing high heels just for the
pleasure of removing them.” She sighed with a smile. “Okay, I just
wanted you to witness that. You can go pee now.”
He smiled at her, then made his way through the groups of
increasingly drunken classmates to find the bathroom.
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EMPTY COLORING BOOKS
DAVE FLUSHED AND washed his hands, drying them off on his
jeans since the single hand towel was clearly soaked through. He
glanced briefly at himself in the mirror, wondering what he would
look like in a polo shirt and then shaking off the thought, or more like shuddering it away the way he did with nightmares. This had been an
interesting experiment, but now it was time to find Julia and go back
to their little world of two.
Except that the party had rearranged itself while Dave was in the
bathroom. The number of people in the kitchen had doubled. Beer
pong was over and now there was a new game being played, one he’d
seen Brett and his friends play, though he’d never really cared enough
to try to understand it. Julia wasn’t where they’d been standing for
most of the night.
He surveyed the room but couldn’t spot her, which surprised him.
He was so used to looking for her that he felt unreasonably skillful at
it, as if no matter how many people were around his eyes would easily
land on her. Her presence called out to him like a beacon.
“Dave!” Vince Staffert shouted on his approach, clearly drunk.
“Yo!”
“Hey, Vince.”
“Come play flip cup with us. We need one more.” He put his arm
around Dave’s shoulders and started pulling him away from the wall.
“Uh, I don’t really know how to play,” Dave said, trying to hold his
ground.
“Dave, you got into UCLA. I’m sure you can figure out a drinking
game.”
Caught off guard by Vince knowing that about him, Dave
stammered, “I—I shouldn’t. Julia and I were just about to go.”
Vince sometimes asked Dave for help in math class, and from
those few interactions, Dave had always thought of him as a nice
guy. He knew there was another side to Vince, football player that
he was, but all he’d ever seen was someone big and quiet and not so
good at math.
“This house is not that big. She’ll find you.” Vince pulled him to
the kitchen table. Cups were scattered and stacked across the surface,
little puddles of beer pooling together. The other team consisted of
two guys and two girls, none of whom Dave knew on a first-name
basis, though he’d seen them around school.
“Guys, I’m not sure you want me on your team.”
“Yeah, I agree,” one of the other football players said to Vince.
“AJ, don’t be a dick. Here,” Vince said, pouring some beer in a
cup, which by the looks of it had been used many a time throughout
the night. “The game’s easy,” he declared and explained the rules in
a few seconds. “Got it?” Once, Dave and Julia had misread a flyer
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and, thinking they were about to see an author they loved, had
accidentally attended a reading at the library by the West Coast’s
leading researcher on menopause. So it’d be hard to say that this was
the most out of place Dave had ever felt. But it was close enough.
Dave sighed. He and Julia had avoided all of this because they’d
wanted their high school years to be a little more unique than everyone
else’s. And yeah, they were here to see what they’d successfully
avoided, but Dave had meant to just be an observer.
Dave surveyed the room one last time for Julia. The blue of her
eyes, those three freckles on her neck. But she was nowhere around,
and so he checked his phone. A text from her was waiting on his
screen. Went off to explore the craziness on my own. Best story at the end of the night wins. Godspeed.
He smiled