Normally I wasn’t, but the stairs were really narrow and creaked as we climbed them, and the floor of the loft didn’t feel all that sturdy. I tried not to think of the prospect of it caving in and pitching us both to the ground, which I normally would, but somehow today I knew it wouldn’t happen. There was something about what was happening that felt so perfect that I felt almost certain that nothing could screw it up.
Astrid dropped her backpack and opened it up. I’d assumed it was full of books, since it looked so heavy, but she pulled out a patchwork quilt and laid it on the ground, then motioned for me to sit. “This is more comfortable than just the floor,” she said.
“No kidding.” I was impressed that she’d come prepared. She’d really put a lot of thought into this. “Does no one ever use this place?”
“I think sometimes people rent it out for parties, but no one uses it as a barn anymore,” she said. “It’s kind of sad. When I was a kid, there were people my dad knew living in the farmhouse down the road, and we’d go over there and play with the animals. Me and my dad would come up here and look out the window at all the fields. Now I come here when I need to be alone, which has been a lot lately.” She pointed, and I could see how sitting up here and gazing out at that expanse could be soothing, if you were sitting here with someone you liked, which I was. “We even carved our names into the wall—see? Still here.”
She pointed. Alison and Richard were here.
“Alison?” I asked.
She nodded. “That’s one of the reasons I brought you here. I wanted to explain.”
I was glad I hadn’t had to ask.
“Alison’s my real name,” she said. “Or it used to be. My dad died last fall, at the beginning of sophomore year.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, though it felt inadequate. I thought about the Elvis Costello song on the playlist. I hadn’t given much thought to what it might have been doing there; now I wondered whether it meant that Hayden had known all along.
“Thanks,” she said. “I know you of all people know that there’s not much else you can really say. But I wasn’t telling you so you’d feel sorry for me. I just wanted you to understand—he died really suddenly, in a car accident, and everything changed. I felt the loneliest I ever felt, and even though I had all these friends, and a boyfriend I’d been crazy about, it didn’t matter—it was like they were all strangers to me. I knew I’d never be the same person again, and it seemed really important to me that everyone else understood that, too. So I started calling myself Astrid, and I changed my hair and started dressing how I’d always really wanted to dress and acting how I’d really wanted to act and hanging out with who I really wanted to hang out with, because I realized that everything I’d been doing up to that point was bullshit. My old friends kind of freaked out, especially when I quit cheerleading.”
“Wait—you were a cheerleader?” I couldn’t picture it. Then I looked at her more closely, tried to imagine her hair a different color, her wearing one of those stupid outfits with the short skirt and sneakers with pom-pom socks, and all of a sudden I realized I had seen her around at school before she’d changed, surrounded by all her old friends. “Right. I see it now.”
“Too bad,” she said, and laughed. “I was kind of enjoying the fact that you seemed to be the last person who knew. Yep, I was a cheerleader, and I hung out with all of those guys, until the proverbial shit hit the fan. But let’s not talk about that now. Let’s have lunch and not talk about anything that makes us sad. We’ve got plenty of time for that.”
“Sounds good,” I said, and it really did. I liked the idea that she was assuming we’d have more conversations, that we would eventually be able to talk about everything. And it made me feel better about not asking all the questions I had, even though I was getting more and more curious about her relationship with Hayden. Had he actually known her real name?
But right now, I was happy to focus on the food she was digging out of that backpack. Packets of sandwiches, apples, a huge bar of chocolate, and a bottle of water. She really had planned ahead, and the thought of it made me nervous and happy at the same time. So much so that I worried if I’d be able to eat, but as soon as I unwrapped a turkey and avocado sandwich, I knew I’d be fine.
“Slow down there, buddy,” she said. “We’ve got all day. Here, have a drink.” She opened the bottle of water and handed it to me. I supposed we were sharing it, which seemed kind of intimate, in a good way.
“I can’t believe you did all of this.” I didn’t say “for me,” but that was really what I meant.
“I’ve been wanting to get to know you for a while,” she said, sounding almost shy, which wasn’t like her. “I wanted us to have a memorable afternoon, away from school and all the stuff that makes things hard.”
I knew exactly what she meant, though it made me kind of sad to think about the ways in which things were hard for her. From the way she said it I could tell there were more hard things than what she’d already told me, but now wasn’t the time to ask. “It’s definitely memorable,” I said. I wished I could think of the words to say it better, but being around her like this made me nervous, in a good way. I felt like I was hyperaware of every single thing about myself, and her—the way her sea-creature hair streaks somehow matched the vintage Celtics T-shirt I was wearing, as if we’d coordinated our outfits; the way a streak of sunlight coming through the window lit the spot on the floor where both of us were leaning on our hands, making her nail polish glitter and turning the hairs on my arm almost blond. I could hear that song playing in the back of my head.
Alison, my aim is true.
It was the only lyric that really fit. But Hayden couldn’t have predicted this.
We spent the afternoon working through the picnic she’d made. We talked a lot about our families; Astrid was an only child and was jealous that I had a sister, and nothing I said about pinching and tattling and practicing makeup on me would change her mind. “Come on, you’re telling me that she introduced you to all the music you love and you’re still mad about a little lipstick?”
“You can’t ever tell anyone about that!” I said. “That’s the kind of stuff you’re supposed to do with your mom, but ours has to work all the time.” I told her about my dad the d-bag, but I didn’t get into too much detail—I didn’t want her to think about hers again.
“Yeah, I used to do that kind of girly stuff with my mom,” she said. “It’s funny—we got along really well when my dad was alive, but now that he’s gone, everything’s completely different. She wasn’t crazy about the new look, and now she’s starting to think about meeting people and it’s totally freaking me out. I mean, she’s acting like we’re friends, not like she’s my parent, you know? I don’t want to go shopping with her for date-night outfits.”
“I get it,” I said. “But don’t you think it’s better than her just assuming she’s going to stay alone? My mom’s been divorced for like eight years now, and I don’t remember her going on a single date. She’s just so stressed out working all the time I think she figures there’s no point, but it’s kind of sad. And your mom was married for way longer than mine, and nothing went wrong—maybe she just wants to remember what it was like to be with someone she loved.”
“You’re a much nicer person than I am,” Astrid said. “Hayden always said that.” She stopped and frowned. “Wait, we said we weren’t going to talk about sad things, and here we are, talking about my problems with my mom, and now I’m bringing up Hayden. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I said, but I didn’t pick up the thread, and we sat quietly for a while. I loved being on the picnic with her, in a place that was special to her, and there was this moment when we’d finally eaten the last of the chocolate and were sharing the rest of the water when her face was so close to mine that I’d hardly have to move to kiss her. And it felt like maybe she was thinking the same thing, and maybe she even wanted me to. But another topic we hadn’t covered was Eric; I wasn’t sure if he was the boyfriend she’d talked about being so crazy about or the next guy on the list, but either way, I didn’t want to be someone who moved in on someone else’s girlfriend. If Astrid and I were going to get together, it had to start the right way, which meant she’d have to break up with him. But I was too nervous to ask her, and it wasn’t just the nervousness of being around her; I was afraid of what she’d say.
We stayed in the barn until the sunlight moved away from the window. It wasn’t yet starting to get dark, but the sun was definitely moving, and the sky was starting to fill with streaks of pink and orange. “We should head back,” Astrid said, but it took a few minutes before either of us could bring ourselves to move.
I didn’t want the day to end.
But eventually we cleaned up the trash from our picnic and folded the quilt together so it fit in her backpack. It felt almost like we were playing house. “Can I carry that for you?” I asked, trying to be, I don’t know, gentlemanly or something.
She laughed, that great Astrid laugh. “I’ve got it,” she said. “You just concentrate on keeping your balance in the woods.”
She had a good point. With the sun starting to set it was getting harder to see the path, so I focused on not falling down. I tried to think of a way to ask her about Eric but I didn’t want to ruin things.
“Why so quiet?” she asked, as we skirted a bunch of trees. Pine, maybe, from the smell. And the needles.
I didn’t want to tell her what was really on my mind, so I had to think fast. “Hayden’s mom brought me a bunch of his stuff this weekend,” I said. “She even gave me his computer, but I can’t get into it because it’s password protected.” I felt guilty using Hayden as a shield to keep from talking about Eric, but it’s true that the computer was on my mind, along with a million other things.
Astrid turned around and narrowed her eyes at me.
“What? Do you think it’s morbid and creepy that I want to look at his computer?” I asked, worried even as I said it that it might be true.
“Not at all. She gave it to you, so she wants you to be able to use it. You’re curious about what’s on there, right?”
“Of course.” We’d finally made it out of the woods, and the two late buses heading east and west were lined up in front of the school. “This one’s me.” I pointed to the west bus.
“I’m east,” she said. Well, that answered that question. I’d spent the day hanging out with a cheerleader from the rich side of town. Never would have seen that one coming.
“I guess I’ll see you later, then,” I said. “Thanks for the picnic.”
“No problem,” she said, and then paused. “Hey, Sam?”
“What?”
“That password? Try ‘Athena,’” she said, and then got on the bus.