“No. But maybe you're just sick of groupies and craving a girlfriend. It doesn’t mean she’s the one. You’re barely eighteen.”
He shakes his head and squints his eyes at me. “No, don't say that. You of all people. Maybe Vincent changed your life, but don't you dare let him change who you are. You should be clapping and jumping with excitement. You should have a huge smile on your face and that dreamy look in your eyes.” He pulls me up off the daybed and twirls us around in a circle. “Be happy for me. Be excited. Be your usual hopeless romantic self. Write me a script where I'm the prince and not the frog. Make a wish on the moon. Or a shooting star. Or at 11:11. Throw a penny in the fountain. Tell me you saw the green flash.”
Tears flow from my eyes as I remember my old self. The girl who saw possibilities instead of roadblocks. The girl who believed in fairy tales and wishes.
We stop spinning and both drop dizzily back onto the daybed.
“I’ve been trying not to, Damian,” I say, wiping my tears. “But I can’t pretend. This is my reality. Vincent was there when I went to see B surf. When I saw my mom in New York. When I went to Vancouver. My drama teacher almost invited him to my school so I could audition for his movie. You don’t understand. I can never let my guard down. I have to monitor every word I say. Think about every move I make. I can't live in the moment anymore.”
“Maybe you can’t at school, but you can here.”
I shake my head. “I wish I could, but when Peyton told me some guy was walking up the beach, my first thought was that it was him.”
Damian nods. “Okay. I get it. But I’m here now. So I want you to let go and at least enjoy your next 79 hours. Stop holding Aiden at arm’s length and let him in.”
“What about B?”
Damian frowns and furrows his eyebrows. “Fine. You want reality? Here’s reality. B cares about you. But he chose his dream over you.”
“That sounds so harsh.”
“It’s supposed to be harsh. It’s the truth.”
“But he said . . .”
“What he said doesn’t matter right now because you can’t be with him. So, move on. Besides, it’s Thanksgiving. You should be thinking about what you’re thankful for.”
“I’m thankful for you, Damian.” I get tears in my eyes again. “I’m sorry. I swear, all I do anymore is cry. But I really am glad you’re here. And I’m glad you met Peyton. So, if after this weekend you still want to see her, you can have my loft.”
“Yeah, what’s that all about? You bought a loft and didn’t tell me?”
“I didn’t tell anyone from my old life; not even my mom. I needed somewhere safe to go.” I smile. “It’s a really awesome place. You’ll love it.”
“So, is that where you’re gonna fight Vincent from?”
“Oh, no. I can’t go back. I took Aiden there and he . . . well, he infused it with love potion.”
“Love potion?”
“He has special powers.”
Damian doesn’t look convinced. “Like what?”
“When he’s around, my head feels like it’s filled with cotton candy and I can’t think. His smile is as bright as the sun. He knows what I’m thinking even before I can think it. I’m almost positive his tongue is infused with love potion. You should be careful because I think his sister might have . . .”
“Her tongue is definitely infused with love potion,” he says dreamily.
“Damian, how do you know that?”
“We hung out last night.”
“Did you sleep with her?”
“No, I was a gentleman and dropped her off at her door, where I kissed the hell out of her. And then I couldn't sleep. Which is why I'm up so fucking early. I wish she'd just wake up already. Shouldn't she be dying to see me?”
“Text her.”
“And say what? Wake the fuck up so I can see that gorgeous smile again?”
“That’d work for me.”
He smiles and pulls out his phone. “I’m going to text her and you’re going to do two things. The first one is to stop blaming yourself.”
“And the second?”
“March your ass to Aiden’s room and start living in the present.”
I nod, agreeing with him. “You’re right. I shouldn’t waste what little time I have left with him.”
“Exactly. So go wake him up and let’s have some fun.”
“I’m gonna run up to the house and get him breakfast; then I’ll see if he wants to surf with us. I don’t know if he even knows how.”
When I get in the house, I find Peyton in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of orange juice and smiling at her phone.
“Have you seen Aiden?” she asks with a smirk. “I don’t think his bed was slept in last night.”
“It wasn’t. He stayed with me.”
“Ooh la la.”
“It's not like that. We're not having sex.”
“I bet you do before this trip is over.” She waggles her eyebrows up and down and grins.
“No, we won’t.”
“Is that what the dirt means? Taking it slow?”
“That’s part of it, yeah.”
She sighs as she picks up a muffin and examines it.