Page 90 of Accidentally Amy

A second later, I could hear the FaceTime ringing.

Oh, shit. She’s FaceTiming him.

I thought he wouldn’t answer because he wasn’t going to recognize her number, but then I heard, “Yeah?”

“Hi, Jason, um, I’m sorry to FaceTime out of the blue, but I’m with your brother and we have a little situation.”

I forced my eyes open and turned my head just the slightest, only to see Jason’s face on Izzy’s phone as he said, “What’s wrong? Is he okay?”

“He’s fine,” she said, and then she turned the phone towardme. “But we’re on the Skyfari at the zoo, it stopped for a moment, and he seems a little tense. I thought—”

“Why the fuck are you on that thing, Blake?” Jason was yelling—when wasn’t he—and he sounded seriously offended by my situation. “Do you have a death wish? Did someone force you to board at gunpoint?”

“It’s notthathigh, Jason,” Izzy said calmly. “And I called you because I thought it mighthelpBlake.”

“Yeah, you dick,” I said, shocked that it was somehow a little funny to me. “Help Blake.”

“Blakey is an idiot and cannotbehelped,” Jason said, but he was shaking his head and grinning. “You got on a ski lift by choice, man, comeon.”

“Aren’t you going to tell him that it’s no big deal,” Izzy said slowly, “and that everything’s going to be fine?”

“He’ll know that’s a lie,” Jason said. “Didn’t he tell you about the last time we were on one?”

“Jace,” I warned, nearly having a heart attack when the lift started moving again. “Don’t.”

“He didnot,” Izzy said, sounding amused.

Jason launched into the story in the way only Jason could, adding f-bombs as adjectives, adverbs, and even proper nouns.

“Our dad—King Fuck—let us go alone, if you can believe that shit.”

I stared at his stupid face as he told the story, and Izzy laughed her ass off.

“Blakey wouldn’t stop bawling, and the sound of that little shit screaming and crying was driving me nuts. Like, I was terrified, too, but the kid washowlingso loudly that I wanted togouge my eardrums out. So I started making up this story about the girl he had a crush on.”

“Rachel Devos,” I said, laughing because I’d forgotten all about the story. “Holy shit, you told me she was super into daredevils, and that as long as we didn’t die, our story was going to make her totally want me.”

Izzy started laughing at that, and Jason was grinning as he kept talking.

“It worked, though, because you stopped sniveling and started scheming, right?” He said to Izzy, “This little scrawnball was making plans on how we were going to be casually talking about it when we walked to school—because Rachel’s mom made her walk with us.”

“Poor girl,” Izzy said.

“No, I think she learned a lot from us,” Jason countered, which made Izzy laugh even harder.

“A lot she’s probably trying to forget,” I said around a laugh.

“All I know is that by the time we got rescued from the lift, I swear to God our ski pants were frozen to our bodies because we’d both peed our pants so many fucking times. I mean, it had beenhoursand we’d gone hard on the create-your-own-drink Coke machine beforehand.”

“That thing was so cool, though,” I added.

“Mom fucking hated it because Dad let us have as much as we wanted.”

“Hey, Jason, we have to go,” Izzy said, turning the phone back to herself. “We’re almost back to the gate now.”

I looked in front of us and I could see Ryker. We were almost finished, praise Jesus.

“Well, tell my brother to quit doing stupid shit,” my brother said. “And stop taking him on death-defying dates, Izzy, okay?”

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