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Chapter Twenty-eight:


That Thursday Alex came up to me in the hallway after school. He looked a little upset but mostly confused. I asked if he wanted to come over and talk about something, though I had no idea what was bugging him. He just nodded so I went up to Sarah's sister to see if it was alright.

"Hey um can Claire come over for a little while? She has a ride home." I asked sweetly. Alex, Claire same person. Weird.

"Um I guess since mom's working late, just as long as she's gone before mom comes home. Or unless you call mom." She shrugged as her cell phone rang. "Hello? Oh hey, um sure. I'll be home in like twenty minutes." She hung up and looked at us. "I'm just gonna drop you guys off and then my boyfriend's coming to pick me up and we're gonna go somewhere ok?"

"Sure" I smiled. YES! Alone in the house… well ok Alex is there but at least I can be myself. Alex smiled a little and we followed Joan out to the car. On the ride home we were quiet and Joan kept looking back at us so I poked Alex a few times and he let out little yelps. He glared playfully at me and poked me back. This of course turned into a war.

"Die!" Alex yelled and poked me with both hands.

"Bite me!" I said and poked both his sides.

"Ok guys we're home. I'll see you later." Joan said getting out the car to wait on the porch. We walked inside and sat down in the living room.

"Actually biting is sort of what I wanted to talk to you about." Alex said.

I scooted away from him as a joke and then realizing he was serious scooted back. "Um, say again?"

"You know how Claire had my finger in her mouth? Well actually it was her finger in my mouth but since she's operating the mouth it's like it's hers." He said very quickly scratching his head.

"Get to the point." I said.

"She was playing with my finger with her tongue… And um…She wouldn't let go. And now I'm confused."

"What kind of playing?"

"What kind do you think?!"

"Oh," I smiled. "She never does that to me." I pretended to look hurt. Ah yes of course she likes him… Damn.

"Why did she do that?" Alex looked desperate for an answer and although I wasn't positive it was correct I supplied it.

"She likes you." I think. "She's never told me but I'm just guessing cause you've always got her all in a huff."

"So is that how she like tries to get guys to like her, I'm still confused!"

"Well no she doesn't go around licking the boys she likes… That'd be strange. I don't know what she does and I don't think you'll figure it out."

"Why not?"

"She's Claire, an enigma wrapped in a puzzle smothered by…. Um another synonym for puzzle." I said dreamily and then laughed.

"Oh eloquent."

"Shut up"

Alex still looked confused and laid down on the couch. So of course I assumed the position of the psychiatrist sitting in the armchair.

"Tell me your problems," I said in my best psychiatrist voice.

"Shut up"

"No I mean it, what else is wrong?"


"Something's bothering you."

"Well I should be able to figure out myself shouldn't I?"

"Erm… what do you mean?"

"Like how I'm feeling. Shouldn't I know how I'm feeling?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no. Sometimes…"

"You remind me of the Cheshire cat right now."

"Some go that way… while still others go the other way."


"Never mind, what feelings are you confused about?"

"Well I don't like Claire… At least I didn't. But lately I've felt… strange."

"Strange? How so?"

"Well um, things that used to annoy me about her don't annoy me anymore."

"Do you find them cute?" I said smiling.

"Not really," Alex said pretending he was trying to get comfortable. Ah we have broken a barrier. When did I gain all this intelligence? Maybe Sarah's brain is like taking over. Yeah right Scott maybe you're just lucky. Or what if I am smart? "What are you thinking about?" Alex interrupted.

"What? Oh nothing. Am I smart?"


"Am I?"

"Yeah I guess."

"Well cause no one thinks I am but when I want to work hard I am. And I thought I was, but no one agrees."

"You're rambling."



"So what do you wanna do?"

"I dunno, something. I'm bored."

"Um…. Paint our nails?"


"What that's what girls do. See nail polish right over there. The sparkles are staring at me."

"Yes Scott you're a genius."


"To answer your question. I'm not painting my nails."

"Oh come on, what harm could it do?"

"Why do you want to?"

"To find out why girls insist on doing it all the damn time."

"Um I don't feel the need to find out."

"I do."

"So you paint your nails."

"Why should I do it alone?"

"Why do you want me to?"

"Cause I'm stubborn and I refuse to start unless you do."

"Oh well."

I tackled him and forced him onto the ground. I pinned him and sat on his back. "Please?"


"For me?"

"Does that ever work?"

"For the girl you're wrapped up in it does." He he he. I love double meanings. In this case triple… hahaha.





"Fine. Just get off me."

I leapt up and grabbed the bottles of nail polish. "I don't know why this fascinates me but it does."

"Um cause the drag queen you're wrapped up in likes it?"

"Hey… that hurts." I laughed.

"Hand me the sparkly one."

I handed him said bottle and grabbed the blue nail polish for myself. Midnight blue… It doesn't remind me of midnight. After all I've been outside at midnight often of course it's sneaking into or out of some girl's house but anyway, that's not what the sky looks like. I painted my left hand first and it turned out ok. Alex looked like he was having trouble.

"I'm left handed," He said when he noticed my puzzled expression.

"Yes but wouldn't her body's natural inclination take over?"

"They do but I enjoyed being left handed."

"Oh, this is hard. I'm getting it all over my fingers."

"Me too. Why do they do this?"

"HA! See you do want to know!"

"Now I do yes. It's quiet in here."

"Music!" I yelped jumping up. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV and changed it to a music station. Matchbox Twenty was the first to come on so I left it. We continued our attempt at fingernail painting and somewhat succeeded. If you can call messily painted nails a success. Alex shot up when he was finished and started dancing.

"Um… loosened up have we?" I questioned.

"Yes," He laughed.

"Ok then," I said joining him. Just then and quite appropriately a Shania Twain song came on.

"How ironic," Alex laughed.

"The best thing about being a woman - Is the prerogative to have a little fun and - Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy - forget I'm a lady - Men's shirts - short skirts-"



"You're scaring me."

"Man! I feel like a woman!"

"Oh fuck it. Why fight it?" Alex shrugged and started singing, "Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy - forget I'm a lady- Men's shirts - short skirts"

"Oh, oh, oh, really go wild - yeah, doin' it in style - Oh, Oh, Oh, get in the action - feel the attraction" I added grabbing a hairbrush and using it as a microphone. Alex snatched it away and started using it.

"Color my hair - do what I dare -Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free - yeah, to feel the way I feel" He sang while dancing like an idiot. What the hell. I danced like an idiot too.

"Man! I feel like a woman!" We sang together. And fell to the ground laughing.

"After this we're going to need some serious counseling." Alex said with his face all red.

"I already do." I added.

Alex gave me a weird look and shrugged.