Page 129 of How You See Me
“Just crackers and a sports drink . . . maybe two.”
“Two it is. I have my phone if you think of anything else.”
Pumping gas for the first time feels monumental. Like completing a complicated painting. Another accomplishment for the new Josie Jones.
When the tank clicks full, I wave at Hayes through the window and head inside.
My phone buzzes when I reach the entrance.
Hayes:I’m sorry you’re having to deal with this but glad I got to see you kiss your fear goodbye. You’re amazing.
I press the screen to my chest, then head toward the snack aisle. I’ll hug him later when he’s feeling better. Maybe forever.
I’m staring at the assortment of crackers when my phone chimes again. It's Jordan calling.
“What’s up?” I say, answering his call.
“Just checking in since I haven’t heard from you in a while.”
“I’m so glad you did. I drove the van.”
“You’re joking?”
“I wish. Actually, no, I don’t. I did it, and I’m proud of myself.” I tuck a box of Saltines under my arm and make my way to the refrigerators.
“Good for you. Did you just get the urge?”
“Are we still talking about my driving?”
“Josie!”
“Sorry. Couldn’t resist when you worded it that way.”
His groan gives off grossed out little brother vibes. Like we’re in middle school again.
“I definitely didn’t getthatkind ofurge. Hayes got sick, and we needed supplies, so I drove us to a store.”
“Is he okay?”
“He’s at least not puking anymore. I think the weird mystery taco meat was spoiled or something.”
“That’ll do it.
I pause, staring down a refrigerator stocked with neon-colored options. “Do you know Hayes’ favorite sports drink flavor?”
“I doubt he’s picky, but I’ve seen him drink orange before.”
“Perfect. It matches the van.”
“Meant to be.”
“Right? You know me so well.” I shoulder the phone against my ear while grabbing two giant bottles and a couple of waters.
“Where are you now?”
“In a convenience store.”
“You’re infuriating. I meant what town.”
