“Hot or cold?”
“Hot. I hate being cold. You know that about me.” Just the thought made me shiver even though it was the middle of summer, which was probably what prompted Cooper’s question. It was hot. So hot that sweat was beading on the backs of my knees. We had been standing in line for the movie on the beach for twenty minutes already, and I was looking forward to when the sun went down and the breeze picked up.
He shook his head. “I do know that, but I mean, would you rather die from freezing to death or overheating?”
“Morbid.” I pursed my lips. “But you’re right, that’s a different question. I’ve heard that dying from being cold is blissful.”
“Who did you hear this from? Are ghosts of people who froze to death visiting you?”
“Yes. Every day. Speaking of, would you rather be cursed with seeing ghosts or zombies?”
“Cursed? Cursed?” He gripped one of my shoulders and shook it. “Neither of those is a curse in my opinion. Totally amazing. I’ll take them both.”
“That’s not how the rules work. You have to pick one.”
“Ghosts. Hopefully they can tell me about my future.”
“Ghosts don’t know the future,” I said as we shifted forward in the line, inching closer to the ticket table. Sand slid between my foot and flip-flop and I shook it free.
“Says who?”
“Says everybody, Cooper. If anything, ghosts know the past.”
“Well, yours may not, Abby, but my ghosts are future-telling ghosts. It will be awesome.”
The girl standing in line in front of us turned around and smiled at Cooper. She probably thought he was adorably charming. Because he was. She was around our age. Her hair was pulled up into a purposefully messy bun and I wondered how people made that look purposeful and not just messy.
“Hey,” he said to her. “How are you?”
“Better now,” she said with a giggle, then turned back around.
I shook my head. “Don’t mind me. You know, the girl standing next to the boy you’re flirting with.”
I was sure by my tone she knew I was joking, but Cooper still put his hand over my mouth and said, “The best friend of the guy standing here. Just friends. Said guy is totally available.”
I freed my mouth and laughed, even though the “just friends” part was not by choice. I had, in fact, professed my love to Cooper Wells exactly one year ago that very month. It had been more than obvious by his reaction that the feelings were not reciprocated. So I had to play it off like some joke. Some joke he had been more than willing to go along with. And I let him, because I didn’t want to lose him as a friend. He was the best friend in the world.
A voice sounded from behind us. “Which begs the question, would you rather hang out with your best friends one more night or pack all night for the trip your parents are dragging you on for the entire summer?”
I whirled around, a smile taking over my face. “Don’t use the word begs, Rachel. My eighty-year-old grandpa uses that word,” I said.
Rachel stood there with her hands on her hips and her dark eyes sparkling. “That’s where I picked it up. And he’s only sixty-eight.”
I bumped her hip with mine, then gave her a hug. “How did you know we were playing would you rather?”
“Aren’t we always?”
“I thought you weren’t going to make it tonight,” I said.
There were four of us in our tight-knit group of friends: Cooper, Rachel, Justin, and me. Justin had left last week and would be gone for the summer on a mission to South America with his church. Rachel was leaving tomorrow for a tour around Europe with her parents. So for the rest of the summer it would be just Cooper and me.
“Me too. Now, back to my begged question,” Rachel said. “Packing or best friends?”
“That’s a tough one, Rach,” Cooper said. “Probably packing.”
She shoved his arm. “Funny.”
We finally reached the front of the line. Cooper stepped up to the covered table that served as the ticket booth every Friday night throughout the summer. A guy standing behind a cashbox said, “Are you Cooper?”
“Yeeees,” Cooper said warily.
“That girl paid for yours.” The guy nodded to Messy Bun, who had been standing in front of us and was now walking toward the entrance. She must’ve heard me say Cooper’s name at some point.
“What about ours?” I called after to her, linking arms with Rachel.
The girl threw us a smile over her shoulder, then waved.
“You punk,” I said to Cooper. “Where are the people willing to buy my Friday-night entertainment?” I dug into my beach bag, past the towels and sweater, until I found my wallet. I handed the cashier my money and collected a ticket. Rachel did the same.
“You have to work on your charm,” Cooper said.
“I am the most charming person here.” I slung my beach bag back onto my shoulder and it rocked back and forth like a pendulum. “Charm oozes from my pores.”
“Gross,” he said. “If that’s the case, you’re doing it wrong.”
“Come get your oozing charm, boys!” I yelled to the line behind us.
“Move your ooze along,” someone called back.
Rachel dragged me away from the line, probably embarrassed. Cooper headed left, toward the food stand just past the barriers.
“We’re getting expensive food tonight?” I asked.
“Seems I have some extra money. I can afford a ten-dollar popcorn now.”
“I hate you. I’m eating all your popcorn,” I said.
He laughed. “You do ooze charm, Abby Turner. Loads of it.”
I blew him a kiss. “We’re going to stake a claim on our spot. You get food.”
“I’m on it.”
I had already committed to walking away with Rachel when I saw that the girl who’d bought Cooper’s ticket was now in line at the food truck. I almost changed my mind and sent Rachel to our spot without me so I could join him. But then I didn’t. I didn’t need to witness all his flirting. I already saw enough of it.
“So you’re never going to guess what my parents decided,” Rachel said as I pulled a couple of towels out of my bag and we spread them out on our spot next to the right-side barriers.
“That you don’t have to go with them and you get to stay with me all summer instead?” I guessed.
“I wish.”
“You know how spoiled you sound that you’re complaining about traveling Europe for nine weeks?”
“With my parents. My parents. It’s not like a youth hostel backpacking trip with friends. We’re going to have to visit ancestors’ graves and random plots of land that they think my great-great-grandfather’s brother once peed on or something.”
“Wait, your ancestors are from Europe?”
“Some of them. You don’t think there are any black people in Europe? Come on, Abby.”
“It’s not that I don’t think . . . you’re right, I’m dumb. So, anyway, what did your parents decide?”
“That it’s a technology-free trip.”
“What does that mean?” I sat down on the towel and slipped off my flip-flops. “No Google Maps?”
“No cell phones.”
My eyes went wide. “You can’t take your phone?”
“A detox, they called it.”
“That’s torture.”
“I agree!” She plopped down next to me. “You’re not allowed to do anything fun this summer, because I won’t be able to hear about it.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll come home and everything will be exactly the same,” I said. Exactly. The. Same.
“It better be.”
I dug my toes in the sand and watched Cooper walk toward us holding a popcorn and a bottle of water. His blond hair was slightly wavy tonight and was reflecting the last bit of sunlight like a halo. His blue eyes, lit by his smile, met mine and I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face.
“How was the concessions truck?” I asked.
“Concessions? And you made fun of Rachel for sounding eighty?”
“Blah blah blah, whatever.”
He sat down on the yellow-and-white-striped towel on my right side and handed me the bottle of water.
“What’s this garbage? I want caffeine.”
“Just yesterday you told me you were giving up soda. You said it quite dramatically, in fact. And then you said, keep me honest, Cooper.”
“What?” Rachel asked from my left side. “You had forty-four ounces of Mountain Dew at my house last night.”
“Shhhhh.” I pressed my finger against her lips. “We’re not talking about that.”
Cooper scoffed and Rachel pushed my hand away.
“Who do you all think I am? Wonder Woman? Geez.” I uncapped the water and took a drink.
“Her name is Iris,” Cooper said, nodding back toward the food truck and the girl who’d bought his ticket.
“Oh no,” Rachel said.
I gave a faux sympathetic hum. “The kiss of death—an unshortenable name. Little did she know telling you her name would be the end for her.”
“It can’t be shortened at all. I. I’m supposed to call her I?” Cooper asked.
“You could get over your lazy tendencies and just call her by her full name.”
“It’s not about being lazy. It’s about my relationship goals. I want to be able to call my girl by a shortened version of her name.”
I huffed. “I know you think that makes you seem sexy or whatever, but really it doesn’t.”
He took a handful of popcorn and shrugged. “Regardless.”
I thought for a minute. “What about Ris?” I wasn’t sure why I was trying to help him with this new girl aside from the fact that it made me feel like I had been successful in smashing down my feelings. The feelings nobody knew about but me . . . and my mom . . . and maybe Cooper, though I was pretty sure I’d convinced him I was joking last summer.
“Ris is cute,” Rachel agreed, taking her own handful of popcorn from Cooper’s bucket.
“Huh,” he said. “That might work. Good thing I got her number.”
“She should’ve bought me a movie ticket. I just saved her chances.” I watched the sun sit atop the edge of the ocean before it dipped below it.
“What about you two?” Cooper asked. “What are your relationship goals?”
“My immediate goal,” Rachel said, “is an Italian boy with long wavy hair and an accent so thick I won’t know what he’s talking about, but he’ll be an exceptional kisser, so it won’t matter.”
I laughed. “Is this before or after you and your parents find the plot of land your great-uncle peed on?”
“Definitely before . . . and then after as well. What about you, Abby?” Rachel asked. “Relationship goals?”
I flopped onto my stomach and began drawing in the sand with my pointer finger. “An artist for sure. Someone who can paint or draw or something.”
“But then what if he’s better than you? Why would you want someone who has your same skill set?” Rachel asked.
“Yeah,” Cooper agreed. “It would turn into a competition.”
“Just because you turn everything into a competition, Coop, doesn’t mean everyone does.”
“See, my name is perfect. It can be shortened with epic results.”
“I don’t know that it qualifies as epic, but it’s adorable,” I said.
“Actually, that reminds me,” Rachel said. “Someone was asking about one of your pieces the other day. He remembered seeing it in the art room before school let out and hasn’t been able to get it out of his head.”
“Who was asking?”
“I didn’t know him. He stopped me in Starbucks. I guess he knew we were friends.”
“Cool,” Cooper said.
I bit my lip and smiled. I wanted to yell, see, Cooper, I have something going for me. I’m not so laughable a catch. I’m an artist.
“So as far as relationship goals go,” Rachel said. “Would appreciating your art be just as good as being an artist? Because if so, you need to ask mystery boy out.”
“Yes! You should,” Cooper said.
“Appreciating art would be a close second to being an artist. Good thing you have so much detailed information about who he is, Rachel.”
“Minor setback.”
The movie started on the large screen in front of us, music blasting out of the speakers.
Rachel leaned close to my ear. “I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” She scurried off.
Cooper moved onto his stomach, positioning himself alongside me so our shoulders were touching. He started drawing stick figures in the sand next to my art. “Just you and me this summer, kid,” he said.
My heart gave a jump at those words. We’re over him, I reminded my heart. He’s one of your best friends, after all. We could handle a summer alone with Cooper Wells. “Yep.” I reached over and added wheels onto the bottom of one of his stick men. “You racing at the dunes this week?” Cooper raced his quad in an amateur local league put together by some serious quad lovers.
“Wednesday. I expect you there with a big sign that says, ‘Cooper is number one.’”
“But what if you come in second? Then that will be awkward.”
He bumped his shoulder into mine.
“I will be there. Am I ever not there?”
“Well, you usually come with Rachel and Justin, so I wasn’t sure.”
“I used to come without them all the time.” I’d met Cooper first, eighth grade. We’d been friends ever since. Rachel and Justin joined us freshman year.
“That’s true. And I’ve decided you’re my good-luck charm, so you have to keep coming for all of eternity now.”
“I will.” For all of eternity I’d be Cooper’s fangirl. That pathetic thought almost made me march out of there that second and gain back some of my dignity. But then he smiled at me.