Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac(13)

“I’ll be back in a half hour,” he said. “Nice wristbands, by the way.”

I listened to him close and lock the front door.

I listened to him back down our driveway.

Our house was so quiet.

I took off the wristbands.

Even though I was still drained, I couldn’t fall back asleep.

I decided to put on my headphones and listen to Will’s mix.

The first song was, of course, “Fight Test.” I remembered Will saying that it had something to do with how we met. So I decided to call him.

“Hallelujah, your phone’s back on,” he said. “I wanted to call, but my mom said I should let you rest.” I let him ramble on about the yearbook and the letter he’d written me and some research he’d done on the Internet about amnesia and whatever else popped into his head.

“So, how’d I meet you anyway?” I asked him when he’d finally paused for a breath.

“I know this is gonna be hard to believe, but you didn’t like me straightaway.”

“No?” I said in mock incredulity.

“Indeed, my friend. I grew on you. I’m like that. I’m a grower. But officially, we met the first day of ninth grade in an informational meeting for The Phoenix, but you know we didn’t meet that day, not really. We just saw each other and exchanged names and went on about our business. The first time I really met you was about a month later. They had taught us how to lay out pages on the computer, and I was watching you work over your shoulder, which is something you despise though I didn’t know it at the time—”

I interrupted, “Actually, that’s something everyone despises.”

“Right, that’s good advice there, Chief. I’ll make a note. Back to how we met, you pasted a picture of the cheerleading team onto the page and it was starting to look really nice, but it made the copy shift so that only the first line of the caption paragraph was left on the bottom, what they call—”

“An orphan, I know.” I didn’t know how I knew, but I did.

“Hey, you remember! That’s a good sign. I said to you, ‘Sucks about the orphan.’ And you turned around and gave me a look like you wanted to kill me. You thought I was talking about you being adopted—”

“You know about that?”

“I’m telling you I know everything about you,” Will said. “Unfortunately, not at the time, though. So I repeated the thing about the orphan, and you said, ‘Screw you,’ and it might have gone on like that forever except that I finally said, ‘I’m talking about the copy.’ And then you laughed and said, ‘Yeah, I think I’ll make the picture a little smaller to get rid of it.’ That’s how we met. And about a month or so later, after we knew each other better, you mentioned you were adopted, which cleared everything up enormously.”

“’Cause before you were just thinking I was a bitch?”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“What does the song have to do with us meeting though?” I asked.

“Well…” Will cleared his throat. “I guess, on some level, it’s about the difficulty of modern communication. Like I said, I didn’t have that much time to put together a proper mix. But I always think of you and meeting you when I hear it. Don’t you do that? Don’t you hear a certain song and associate it with a person? They don’t even have to know you’re doing it.”

“Sometimes maybe.”

“And my dad really liked that song, too. He was a big fan of the Flaming—”

I yawned. I couldn’t help myself. “I’m sorry. You were saying? Your dad…”

“Oh hey, you should get to sleep, Chief. You can call me again tomorrow, if you want, if you’re feeling up to it.”

“Hey, Will, can I ask you another question?”

“Anything.”

“Would you say that I was really into Ace?”

“I truly doubt if I’m the best person to answer that.”

“Who else, then?” I asked.

Will sighed. “Honestly, I would say that you were. Not that I’ve ever understood his appeal, but there you go.”

“Why, though? Why him and not somebody else?” I really wanted to know.

I heard Will take a drink of water before he answered. “I’m not in your head, so I’m only theorizing here. I think you like being seen around with a good-looking jock. I hope that doesn’t sound too mean.”

“So you think I’m shallow?” I countered.

“I didn’t say that. I think you’re the swellest gal around, but I also think you’re human. And you go to a school where it’s not entirely a bad thing to have a boyfriend like Ace.”

I wondered…

All this speculation was exhausting. “Night, Will,” I said.

“Good night, Chief. Say, do you think you’ll be able to come back to school with everyone else after Labor Day?”

“I don’t know when I’ll be back. I’m still pretty tired.”

“Well, take it easy, okay? I’ll pick up your schedule and all your assignments, so you don’t have to worry about any of that.”

“Thanks.”

I got under the covers and listened to that song again. I fell asleep before it was over.