Page 20 of Our Moon
“Nothing, handsome.” I smile at him, and he smiles back. Yeah, I may be taking a detour from finding my old self, but at least it will be one hell of a ride.
Chapter Ten
I’m eventually able to locate Lucy with Alex’s help. With social media being as popular as it is, it shouldn’t have been as difficult as it was, but considering I didn’t have any accounts, and Alex had to delete his personal pages after their band reached stardom, we had to reach out to some of our old classmates the old-fashioned way to see who was still connected with her. And selecting which people we could contact who wouldn’t go all fangirl or fanboy on him was not easy.
Unfortunately, Lucy is in California. I do have her phone number, but I was hoping for a face to face conversation. It’s too easy to tell half-truths and flat-out lie when you’re notlooking into a person’s eyes. I hate that I don’t know who I can trust. And the fact that Lucy disappeared while I was in the hospital rubs me the wrong way.
I pick up the picture of Lucy and me that I had pulled from my bulletin board earlier today. We have our arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders and big cheesy grins facing the camera. We’re in our bathing suits, and it looks like we’re at a beach. I remember Trevor saying something about our parents renting out a lake house occasionally, so maybe that’s where we were.
At quick glance, Lucy and I could almost pass as sisters. We have the same sandy blonde hair and almost identical blue eyes. My tan is a little deeper than hers, at least in the picture. She’s probably tanner than me now considering she’s been in California the past year. It looks like she’s a little bit taller than me, but we’re both hunched over, so it’s hard to tell.
I suck it up and dial her number. The line rings three times before someone picks up.
“Hello?”
“Is this Lucy?” I ask.
“A-Ally?” she answers back, sounding stunned.
“Yeah, it’s me,” I respond lamely, twirling the phone cord around my finger as I lean back in my father’s old leather desk chair. Icommandeered his office for this reconnaissance mission. Well, it wasn’t really all that theatrical, I just wanted some privacy.
“Wow. I sure didn’t expect to hear your voice.” She doesn’t sound displeased, just honestly surprised.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?” I ask, stalling.
“No, not at all. I just got in from a run a few minutes ago.” I vaguely remember Alex pointing her out on the track team when we were looking at our yearbook a few days ago.
“I’m sorry to call out of the blue like this,” I start.
“It’s okay, Ally. It’s really good to hear your voice. I heard you were out of the coma, but also I heard you had amnesia, so I didn’t really know what to do.”
“Yeah,” I say. “I don’t remember anything. My brothers told me about you, though. I know we were best friends, before the accident I guess.”
“We were,” she confirms, but doesn’t say anything else. This is about as awkward as I thought it would be.
“I’m just trying to piece together some things,” I continue, cutting to the chase. “I’m hoping you can help fill in some of the gaps.”
“Sure, I’ll try to do anything to help,” she offers.
“Thanks,” I say. “I’m not really sure where to start, but I guess I should ask, how are you? Are you doing okay?”
She sighs. “Yeah, I’m okay. College is good. I’m in California now, Stanford, which I guess you know since you’re calling me and all. I stay in the dorms, but I live with my aunt in San Francisco on breaks and stuff.”
“That’s good,” I say.
“Yeah, I like it here. Just started dating a guy; he’s real sweet.”
“That’s great,” I say, and mean it.
“So what can I help you out with?” she asks. “I bet you just have tons of questions if you can’t remember anything.”
“I do,” I nod, even though she can’t see me. “I was wondering if you can tell me anything about my relationship with Blake.”
“Blake? Why?” she spits out. I guess I’m not all that surprised that this question has stunned her, considering what everyone has been telling me about our breakup.
“My brothers couldn’t tell me much about our breakup. Only that it was bad. And I’m not sure I should call him and ask. I’m just trying to piece things together, and I’m kind of curious about other things, too.”
“What other things?” she asked skeptically.
