I feel like an idiot, but I can’t change my mind now. “Then they could be going out for dinner.” Lame. “We’re going to have to sleep at some point anyway.”
“I guess,” she replies, staring. Will grunts his approval. “Um, I’ll look up a motel.”
I want to bang my head against the window. They both think I’m crazy, but I can’t face whatever’s there, not tonight. Tomorrow. I just need some sleep, a distraction…
It hits me that it’s the second day of summer and I’m a third of the way across the country. Right now I should be sitting at home, watching TV or trying to force something decent onto a canvas for my summer art assignments. Loser stuff. My social life was the first causality in the war against my pre-crash friends, a loss I’ve always been okay with.
Still, finding a motel at five in the afternoon is a little extreme.
“Let’s go do something,” I say.
Tasha points at me and smiles. “Yeah, I was about to say that! Where should we go?”
We turn a curve and the lake comes into wide view. It’s a little breathtaking, littered with bright white boats and blankets of fading sun. And it’s so still. Trees rush by and block the sight.
“No idea,” I mumble.
“Yo, I saw this famous bar on TV, there were lots of hot—“
Tasha smacks Will’s head then turns back to me. “I think we should go to a festival or something,” she says. “All cities have those during the summer, am I right?”
“Maybe. Look it up.”
We pass a patch of suburbs, but it’s too soon to be the right area. The houses are tiny and depressing. One kid plays on the chain-link fence protecting his backyard from the fast-moving cars. I pick up my book again and try to sketch the boy from memory, but he looks like a garden gnome. Damnit.