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I took long even breaths as I approached the door, trying to remain calm. It was useless. I was a wreck. Sara stayed by my side and opened the screen door for me. The front door was locked, so I used my key to let us in.
We didnt make it very far into the foyer before we both stopped. The house was a disaster. Sara and I scanned from the kitchen to the living room speechlessly. Plastic red cups and glasses were abandoned on just about every surface. Bottles littered the floor, along with bowls of chips and empty boxes of pizza. The stench of stale beer and old pizza made our noses scrunch in disgust. It was ten times worse than Saras house after the anti-Valentines party.
"Looks like Rachel had a party," Sara observed, stepping carefully over the cluttered floor and into the living room. "Or two. "
"What the hell?" I muttered in disbelief, wondering when this happened. I ran up the stairs, expecting to find her in rare, or not so rare, form in her bedroom?but it was empty. I turned to head back downstairs and my mouth dropped open. "No way. "
My door was open and my bed was unmade. "Oh please, no," I shook my head. "I cant believe she let?" I was afraid to finish the sentence.
Sara appeared behind me. "We are so burning those sheets. "
"It doesnt matter," I resigned with a heavy breath. "I cant live here anymore. "
"Uh, of course not," Sara scolded. "When between the car and entering the house did you decide that you were going to do that?"
"I didnt," I fumbled. "I just?"
"Live in a world of denial," Sara finished sternly. "Em, look around and open your eyes. Shes not going to change. "
"I know," I breathed, the disappointment heavy in my voice. I sunk down on the top step and pressed my elbows into my knees. The little bit of hope Id held on to after the conversation with Rachel yesterday had slipped away as soon as I’d opened the door.
"Im sorry, Em. " Sara sat next to me and leaned her shoulder against mine. "I dont mean to be so harsh. I just dont want you to get hurt anymore. She doesnt deserve you. "
My eyes welled and I nodded. I knew this was it. We werent fixable. The disappointment made my chest ache as I swallowed hard. Giving up went against my nature, having never done it before. I could faintly hear the hopeful thoughts forming, that maybe she could change. I pushed them away before they got too loud.
"Lets go," I finally declared, standing with Sara.
The front door opened, and Rachel appeared in the doorway, laughing, with her arm strung around the waist of a guy with blond hair and a large smile.
She looked up to see us. "Uh, I thought you were going to be away this week. "
"I am," I said, moving past her with my shoulders pulled back?barely giving her a glance. "Ill be back next week to get my stuff. "
"Emily!" she called after me from the porch. "What do you mean? Dont be angry with me. Ill clean up, I promise. "
Without looking back, I got into Saras car. I held it together while Rachel could see me. After we pulled out of the driveway and started down the street, I crumbled in half and cried. I knew I never was, and never would be, who she loved. And whether she deserved me or not, it was still painful to admit.
36. Restless
"I was just thinking about you. Cant sleep?"
"No," I answered softly.
"I didnt want to wake you, so I was waiting to call you tomorrow. "
"Well, it is tomorrow," I offered with a slight grin.
"Barely," he laughed lightly. "Im glad you called. "
"I was afraid you wouldnt want to hear from me. "
"Emma, I always want to hear from you. Its when I dont that makes me worry. "
"Im sorry. Really, Im so sorry for not telling you what was going on with my mother. But I want to. I want to tell you everything. "
"Well talk when I get back, okay? For now, I just want to know youre all right. "
"Im better. "
"The two a. m. call is convincing," he returned playfully.
A smile crept across my face. "Ill be able to sleep now that Ive talked to you. "
"So will I. "
"Will you still call me tomorrow?" I requested, not wanting to sound too desperate.
"Yes, I will. You should try to get some sleep now. "
"Okay," I whispered. Before I hung up, I called, "Evan. "
"Yes, Emma. "
"I love you. "
"I love you, too. "
I hoped I hadnt dreamt the call when I woke the next morning. It stirred, faint as whispers in my head, not seeming real. But when I looked at my call history and found his number at two eleven in the morning, I exhaled in relief.
"Wow, is that a smile I see on your face, Emma Thomas?" Sara teased when she walked in the room. "Did you actually have a nice dream for once?"
"Uh, no," I countered. "I talked to Evan last night. "
"Really? What did you talk about?"
"Nothing much. It was late, but he promised to call me today. "
"Thats good," she returned with a smile. "He cant stay upset with you. Hes kind of pathetic that way. "
"Sara!" I balked. "Hes not pathetic. "
She smirked and continued to her closet.
"I cant wait for the next two months to be over," I sighed, lying on my back and looking up at the skylights with a pillow hugged to my chest. "Are you coming out to Santa Barbara with Evan and me this summer before school starts? Im pretty sure Jared knows the guys were staying with. "
I waited, but Sara didnt respond. "Sara?"
She emerged from the closet with her mouth contorted. She couldnt look me in the eye, so I knew she had something to tell me that she didnt want to. "Sara, tell me. "
Sara took a deep breath and pressed her knees against her bed, her face already apologizing for whatever it was she was about to say. I braced myself.
"I didnt accept the offer to go to CCA in San Francisco. " My eyes widened in shock. Wed been planning to go to college in California for what seemed like forever, and her acceptance to California College of the Arts was perfect. We’d be near each other while I was at Stanford.
"Im going to Parsons. "
"New York?" I uttered as my mouth dropped. The disappointment left me speechless. Id never been without Sara since I met her, and being so far away from her for college was impossible to wrap my head around. I didnt respond for a moment, needing to get over the blow. Then I took a step back and released the part that was about me.
Parsons was closer to her family. . . and Jared. And it was one of the best fashion design schools in the world. She watched me carefully, waiting for my full reaction. I finally looked up at her with tears in my eyes and a proud smile on my face. "Im going to miss you. But Sara, Im so happy for you. " The worry disappeared, replaced by a stunning smile that lit up her eyes.
"Really?" she confirmed, walking around the bed. "Youre not mad?"
"Mad? Im not going to lie. Im sad we wont be together, but I want this for you. Parsons is amazing, and you deserve to go there. "
Sara sat next to me and gave me a hug. It surprised me at first, but I wrapped my arms around her and held her with my face buried in her hair. She squeezed me tight, not making a move to release me. A tear escaped down my cheek as I kept holding on, almost afraid to let go. I couldnt imagine my life without her.
Her voice heavy with emotion, she murmured in my ear, "Im coming out to California for the summer, until school starts. " We slowly separated. Her eyes glistened with tears. "Well see each other every break. And Ill email you and text and Skype everyday; itll be like Im there with you. And youll have Evan, so you wont be alone. "
I grinned at her assurances. "I know. Were always going to be friends. "
"No. Were always going to be sisters. " Sara smiled and wiped away the tears that moistened her cheeks.
"Besides, theres so much to look forward to in the next two months," she expressed jubilantly, trying to laugh away the sadness. "We have prom, senior week, graduation
. Emma, I know right now it sucks for you, but everythings going to get better?especially now that youre moving back in with me. I know it doesnt feel like it, but youll get through this?you always do. And you may even enjoy the last couple months of your senior year. "
I nodded, running my hand along my damp cheeks with my lips pressed into a smile. A mixture of emotions fueled the tears. I’d lost my mother (again). And now Sara… She truly was my sister in every way, and I was so proud of her. Everything was changing so fast. I hoped it wasnt going to change too much.
"That was quick," Sara noted when I returned from speaking with Evan, after anxiously awaiting his call all day. I sat down next to her at the kitchen table.
"He just wanted to say hi before it got too late," I explained quietly, using the tongs to lift the fettuccine out of the bowl and set the small mound on my plate. "They were on their way out to surf, so the guys were waiting for him. "
"Hes still a little off, isnt he?"
"A little," I admitted, poking at the pasta with my fork?not even considering taking a bite.
"Hell be back in a few days," Sara encouraged. "Im sure its hard over the phone. It will be different in person. "
"I hope so," I sighed, playing back the awkward strain in our conversation as we searched for anything positive to say. There wasnt much to talk about until he heard what I hadnt told him over the past couple of months. The missing conversations separated us further than the distance between Connecticut and Hawaii.
"What should we do tonight?" Sara asked, trying to distract me.
"Dont you have to get up early to go to the airport?"
"We can make it an early night and just watch a movie," she suggested. "Besides, you could use the sleep. " She smirked teasingly. There was no denying the repercussions of sleep deprivation, especially with Sara. She just had to look at me to know how long it had been since Id slept?and it had been awhile. With the buildup of drama and anxiety, sleep was a turbid mirage.
"Are you going to be okay staying here by yourself?"
"I was thinking about asking Casey if I could stay with her since we have soccer together," I told her. "Evans back Saturday, so it would only be for two nights. "
"That wont be bad," Sara mused. Then she grinned wickedly and added, "You seem pretty positive that youre staying over at his house on Saturday night. Youre not all that worried hell forgive you, are you?"
I shrugged sheepishly. "Im hoping I can convince him. "
"Oooh, Emma," she chuckled. "I have rubbed off on you. "
"Sara," I gaped, "Im not going to seduce him so hell forgive me. Besides were not having sex until next month. "
"What?" Sara laughed in disbelief. "Youve planned it?"
"Yeah," I admitted, my cheeks reddening. "We have a sex date for the night before prom. "