Can’t sleep.
ME: Me neither.
AVERY:
Anything on your mind?
ME:
Just tomorrow. My dad flew in from Pittsburgh and is staying at a nearby hotel.
AVERY:
That’s amazing. I’m glad he made it.
ME:
Yeah. He’s already made me promise to go out after to celebrate. Victory drinks, he called it. It’s just a lot of pressure, you know?
AVERY:
Are you afraid of disappointing him?
I swallow, thinking of the man who raised me. How much he sacrificed to get me here, how badly he wants this for me.
ME:
Maybe a little.
AVERY:
Don’t be. You couldn’t if you tried.
Her words wrap around my heart, a Band-Aid to my fears.
ME:
Enough about me. What’s keeping you awake?
AVERY:
You.
My stomach does a backflip as I stare at the single word.You.It stares at me, like it’s a sign.
With my heart pounding in my chest, I hover over the screen, knowing what I want even if it’s a bad idea.
ME:
Wanna sneak out? Meet at the pool?
I wait for her response, pushing myself up to a seated position. I’m afraid she might say no, and I try to convince myself it’s not a big deal if she does.
AVERY:
I have a better idea.
ME: