You, Maybe by Rachel Vail

Author:Rachel Vail
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins

Seventeen

I DROPPED MY bike in Carson’s driveway and stumbled up his walk. I rang his doorbell and tightened my ponytail while I waited. Carson opened the door. I smiled, not just at the fact that this time I was not in a clown suit. “Hi,” I said to him, leaning forward.

“Hold on,” he said. “I mean, come in. Emelina’s just telling us the funniest story.”

“Great,” I said, a master of enthusiasm.

“Well, I’m fine,” Emelina was telling the small, actively attractive group. “Unfortunately I can’t say the same for the truck.”

“The truck?” Carson asked her. “Wait. What happened?”

“Tell them,” Daniel urged, and turned to us. “It’s a great story.” He gave Emelina’s hand a squeeze. I took off my gloves in case anybody developed the urge to squeeze mine.

Emelina leaned against the door frame. “You remember my grandparents’ old ugly orange couch, up at the mountain house?” she asked Carson, who nodded. “Well, it finally collapsed. My parents had just ordered new leather furniture, so my grandparents said they would love to have our old things. It was just a matter of getting the furniture to them. Well, I would do anything for Gingy and Pops, you know them, Carson. Aren’t they great?”

“Great.” Carson nodded. “Absolutely.”

“Everybody loves them. My parents said it’s not worth it, we’ll buy them new furniture—but I love that old stuff. I have a hard time saying good-bye, I guess. . . .” She smiled a little. “So I said rent me a truck and I’ll haul the furniture up to the mountain house myself.”

“Your parents let you?” I asked, interrupting.

She looked at me, confused, and shrugged. “What were they going to say?”

I was starting to sweat so I unzipped my jacket. Also I wanted Carson to see my tight sweater. “My parents have a lot to say about what I eat for lunch,” I answered, taking the jacket off, slowly. Carson noticed. Good.

“And you listen?” Emelina was asking me, meanwhile.

“No,” I said. “But I think if I asked them to rent me a truck, they’d . . . hesitate.”

Emelina shrugged. “Not mine.”

“Go on,” Carson said, turning back to her. “So you rented the truck . . .”

“I rented the truck,” she said. “I brought it home and, with some help, loaded the old furniture into the truck and kissed my parents good-bye.”

Daniel gave a little stifled laugh, either about kissing her parents good-bye or in anticipation of what was to come, I don’t know. I didn’t really care. I was busy scouting out a place to put down my coat, here at the Emelina show.

Yes, I know. Meow.

“I started down the street. I could hear the stuff clattering around a little in the back, but it sounded okay. I had never driven a truck before. I love to drive, you know I do.”

Carson nodded. I suppressed a gag.

“But normally I drive my little—you know my car.”

He smiled at her. Bitch.

I squeezed Carson’s arm and whispered, “Where’s the bathroom?”

He pointed, without taking his eyes off Emelina. I slunk off to the bathroom and left my stuff in a small pile outside it.

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