Playlist for the Dead(32)

Alison, my aim is true.

It was the only lyric that really fit. But Hayden couldn’t have predicted this.

We spent the afternoon working through the picnic she’d made. We talked a lot about our families; Astrid was an only child and was jealous that I had a sister, and nothing I said about pinching and tattling and practicing makeup on me would change her mind. “Come on, you’re telling me that she introduced you to all the music you love and you’re still mad about a little lipstick?”

“You can’t ever tell anyone about that!” I said. “That’s the kind of stuff you’re supposed to do with your mom, but ours has to work all the time.” I told her about my dad the d-bag, but I didn’t get into too much detail—I didn’t want her to think about hers again.

“Yeah, I used to do that kind of girly stuff with my mom,” she said. “It’s funny—we got along really well when my dad was alive, but now that he’s gone, everything’s completely different. She wasn’t crazy about the new look, and now she’s starting to think about meeting people and it’s totally freaking me out. I mean, she’s acting like we’re friends, not like she’s my parent, you know? I don’t want to go shopping with her for date-night outfits.”

“I get it,” I said. “But don’t you think it’s better than her just assuming she’s going to stay alone? My mom’s been divorced for like eight years now, and I don’t remember her going on a single date. She’s just so stressed out working all the time I think she figures there’s no point, but it’s kind of sad. And your mom was married for way longer than mine, and nothing went wrong—maybe she just wants to remember what it was like to be with someone she loved.”

“You’re a much nicer person than I am,” Astrid said. “Hayden always said that.” She stopped and frowned. “Wait, we said we weren’t going to talk about sad things, and here we are, talking about my problems with my mom, and now I’m bringing up Hayden. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” I said, but I didn’t pick up the thread, and we sat quietly for a while. I loved being on the picnic with her, in a place that was special to her, and there was this moment when we’d finally eaten the last of the chocolate and were sharing the rest of the water when her face was so close to mine that I’d hardly have to move to kiss her. And it felt like maybe she was thinking the same thing, and maybe she even wanted me to. But another topic we hadn’t covered was Eric; I wasn’t sure if he was the boyfriend she’d talked about being so crazy about or the next guy on the list, but either way, I didn’t want to be someone who moved in on someone else’s girlfriend. If Astrid and I were going to get together, it had to start the right way, which meant she’d have to break up with him. But I was too nervous to ask her, and it wasn’t just the nervousness of being around her; I was afraid of what she’d say.

We stayed in the barn until the sunlight moved away from the window. It wasn’t yet starting to get dark, but the sun was definitely moving, and the sky was starting to fill with streaks of pink and orange. “We should head back,” Astrid said, but it took a few minutes before either of us could bring ourselves to move.

I didn’t want the day to end.

But eventually we cleaned up the trash from our picnic and folded the quilt together so it fit in her backpack. It felt almost like we were playing house. “Can I carry that for you?” I asked, trying to be, I don’t know, gentlemanly or something.

She laughed, that great Astrid laugh. “I’ve got it,” she said. “You just concentrate on keeping your balance in the woods.”

She had a good point. With the sun starting to set it was getting harder to see the path, so I focused on not falling down. I tried to think of a way to ask her about Eric but I didn’t want to ruin things.

“Why so quiet?” she asked, as we skirted a bunch of trees. Pine, maybe, from the smell. And the needles.

I didn’t want to tell her what was really on my mind, so I had to think fast. “Hayden’s mom brought me a bunch of his stuff this weekend,” I said. “She even gave me his computer, but I can’t get into it because it’s password protected.” I felt guilty using Hayden as a shield to keep from talking about Eric, but it’s true that the computer was on my mind, along with a million other things.

Astrid turned around and narrowed her eyes at me.

“What? Do you think it’s morbid and creepy that I want to look at his computer?” I asked, worried even as I said it that it might be true.

“Not at all. She gave it to you, so she wants you to be able to use it. You’re curious about what’s on there, right?”

“Of course.” We’d finally made it out of the woods, and the two late buses heading east and west were lined up in front of the school. “This one’s me.” I pointed to the west bus.

“I’m east,” she said. Well, that answered that question. I’d spent the day hanging out with a cheerleader from the rich side of town. Never would have seen that one coming.

“I guess I’ll see you later, then,” I said. “Thanks for the picnic.”

“No problem,” she said, and then paused. “Hey, Sam?”

“What?”

“That password? Try ‘Athena,’” she said, and then got on the bus.