Page 56 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“Why? Are people not nice to you?”
“No, it’s cool. Just high school drama.”
“I hate the idea of anyone being mean to you.”
“I’m mostly bypassed. I promise.”
“Good. Man, I wish I could just rewind everything to where I remember.”
“I’d live those times over if I could. Any extra time with you is ablessing, even if it’s a do-over.”
“It’d sure beat the way my parents look at me now.”
“How so?”
“They look like their lives depend on me.”
I suck in a breath, feeling the weight of his words.
“They uprooted their lives for me,” Wyatt says with a strained jaw. “Right?”
My lips press together as I slowly nod in response.
“So, if I don’t work,” he mutters, “do they not have any money?”
I shiver from the chill sweeping the room. “I don’t know.”
“I mean, have you seen how they dress now? Looking at them is like looking at an alternate reality.”
“That was one of the first differences I noticed about them. But I’ve seen you dress really well over the last few years.”
He rubs the back of his head. “I guess a lot has changed. I dunno. Maybe I’m just projecting all these feelings onto them because I haven’t seen how my life has changed on the outside. But I can’t shake a bad feeling as to why I don’t live with them anymore.”
“Maybe because you’re on the road? Like, recording or away on sets?”
“Yeah, maybe.”
Nurse Liza is back on shift, and she brings Wyatt a new dose of painkillers at the same time an orderly brings our lunches. I remember Randall saying the hotel had way better food, but between last night’s dinner and this meal, the Gran Palacio has a lot of catching up to do.
We move over to the armchairs, adjacent to the comfy couch, and eat together. Not long after, Savanna enters the room.
“Ready for your memory test?” she asks. She halts, panning around the room until she lands on us. “Oh, there you are. I’ve gotten so used to you hanging out on the bed.”
I give her a wave as Wyatt says, “Josie found a comfier spot.”
“So, I can see,” she says, standing between our armchairs. “I’m here to help Dr. Fincher conduct some tests with you.”
I crook my head to gain eye contact. “What kind of tests is he doing?”
“He’ll need to recall some information and just easy stuff like writing down some prompts.”
“Easy?” Wyatt says hesitantly. “My handwriting was terrible before I lost my memory.”
I cover my mouth, stifling a laugh. “I remember that.”
Savanna clutches her chest, pouting. “I just love that you remember things when it comes to your time with Josie. It’s so adorable.”
“Adorable is one word to de-de-describe me for-forgetting the past few years,” Wyatt says, fidgeting in his seat.
