Chapter 9
SKYLAR
I perused my closet for just the right outfit. Even though it wasn’t technically a date, Mitch had asked me to go to the movies with him, and it would be just the two of us. There was a new Adam Sandler flick he really wanted to see, and he’d be driving us there in Janis’ Accord.
It was a Saturday night, but Mitch hadn’t been going out on dates with the girls from school lately. We never discussed why. It was obvious that he’d been making excuses over the past few weeks to hang out with me on weekends, too. Normally, we stayed in with Angie and Cody or with Davey. Tonight would be the first in a while where Mitch and I were going out somewhere together alone.
I was nervous, not for the movie but for what would be happening when we got home.
I put on a pair of dark jeans and a flowy, yellow tunic that had gold sequins on the neckline. I blew my hair out pin-straight and sprayed on some of my mother’s expensive Jean Paul Gaultier perfume. What the hell, I’d put on some heavy eye make-up and go all out. He needed to remember what I looked like tonight.
It had been about six weeks since the night in my room when Mitch admitted he wanted me while I was holed up in bed with a fever. In the days that followed, I had continued to feel off-kilter physically. Some days, the fever returned and other days, I just felt lethargic.
My mother finally convinced me to go to the doctor a couple of weeks ago. My assumption was that Dr. Stein would send me home with a prescription for antibiotics, and that would be the end of it.
The doorbell rang, startling me out of my thoughts.
“Skylar! Mitch is here,” my mother yelled from downstairs.
“Tell him to come upstairs!”
When the door opened, my breath hitched at the sight of him. His hair was wet, perfectly wavy with a loose piece falling over his forehead. He was more dressed-up than I had ever seen him, wearing a navy sweater under a black, wool jacket. He smelled like heaven: a mixture of musk, shower wash and masculinity. The sweater hugged his muscular frame, which was more sculpted lately. He had just turned seventeen, looking less like a boy and more like a man everyday.
He swallowed. “Skylar…you look—”
“I know. I worked hard at it. I damn well better look good.”
“Better than good. I was gonna say…beautiful.”
My heart fluttered. I took a deep breath, inhaling him. He hadn’t ever called me beautiful before. It should have felt good, but instead, it felt like someone had punched me in the gut.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Mitch continued to stand in the doorway. It was quiet except for the noise of my radiator when the heat turned on. When his eyes wandered down the length of my body, it felt like I could feel him on me. My nipples hardened. I didn’t know whether this was technically a date, but tonight felt different in more ways than one.
I held up my necklace. “Will you help me put this on?”
He approached me and took it from my hands. I lifted my hair, and he reached his arms over me and connected the lobster clasp. Mitch’s hands lingered on my shoulders before he gave them a light squeeze, and his breath warmed the back of my neck.
I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent before turning around to find his blue eyes, steely and striking, staring back at me. He licked his lips and seemed anxious. About what, I couldn’t be sure.
It shattered me because he had no idea what was going to be happening tonight.
“Ready to go?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
Mitch played Metallica as we drove the few miles to the movie theater, which was packed.
He held the door for me and winked, speaking in a faux British accent. “After you, my lady.”
“Why, thank you.” I smiled. He didn’t know that his attempt at charm in that moment had almost made me cry. He didn’t realize how badly I was trying to hold it together.
“You want something to eat?”
“No, I’m not hungry at all.”
He examined my face. “You’ll regret that decision when you see me eating. I’ll get something, and if you change your mind, you can have some of mine.”
“Okay.” I forced another smile.
The show was nearly sold out, and we struggled to find two seats together. We managed to snag some way in the back.
The lights dimmed, and a feeling of dread came over me.
About fifteen minutes into the movie, I could feel Mitch’s eyes on me. My body quivered when he suddenly moved closer and whispered in my ear, “Is everything okay?”
How did I ever think I could make it through this movie?
I nodded, trying to fight the teardrops forming in my eyes. “Yeah.”
I could feel his hot breath in my ear again. “You haven’t been laughing at anything. Are you not liking it?”
“I’m sorry.”
He squeezed my leg. “Don’t be sorry. I just want you to have a good time.” The smile he gave me after he said it made me feel like my heart was being ripped out. He had no clue I was about to rip his out, too.
When he repositioned himself away from me, I longed for him to say something else just so I could feel his breath on my skin. I needed him. All I wanted was to be with him tonight, but this was the wrong place.
My mind was some place else entirely amidst the muffled sounds of laughter in the theater. My heart started to beat faster, and beads of sweat formed on my forehead.
He noticed me fidgeting. I flinched when his warm hand landed on my own, which was now shaking. When I turned to look at his concerned face—my sweet Mitch—the first teardrop fell from my eye.
I want to see you grow into a man.
I love you, Mitch.
I’m scared.
His expression darkened. His chest was rising and falling when he realized I was crying. The movie seemed to fade into the distance as he looked at me alarmed.
He squeezed my hand and nudged me up out of the seat, pummeling his full popcorn to the ground. We brushed past the legs of the other people in our row as we made our exit. He led me out of the dark theater into the bright lights of the vestibule, which was empty of patrons. I looked down at the red carpet. When I looked up into his terrified eyes in the fluorescent light, my tears came on full force.
I buried my face in his neck, and Mitch pulled me closer into him. His heart was beating a mile a minute onto my chest.
It wasn’t supposed to happen here like this. I just wanted a couple of normal hours hanging out with my best friend. Was that too much to ask? I thought of all the moments with him I had taken for granted.
“Skylar, you’re scaring me. Please…it’s okay. Please tell me what to do. Just tell me what to do. What’s wrong?”
My tears had soaked through his sweater.
He knew nothing. I hadn’t told him anything at all that could have prepared him for this. I didn’t know where to begin. This was going to crush him, and I couldn’t bear it.
“Can you just take me home?”
“No. Not until you tell me what’s going on.”
“I can’t…not here.”
“Did I do something to upset you?”
I pulled back and touched his cheek. “No, of course not.”
He took my hands in his. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”
I nodded through my tears.
He continued, “I think I know what this is all about.”
“What?”
Did my mother tell Janis?
He lifted my hands to his mouth and kissed them. “I’ve been a f*cking fool, Skylar…messing with your mind.”
“Um—”
He interrupted me. “Let me talk. This isn’t easy for me, okay?”
My stomach fell. “What are you doing?”
“I am trying to tell you…that I think…we should try being more than friends. I thought a lot about what you said that night in your room, how you would always be in my life no matter what. You hit the nail on the head. I’ve just been scared to lose you. But more and more, I want to try it. I want to try…everything…experience everything with you. I can’t…stop thinking about it.”
This couldn’t be happening tonight. I couldn’t find the words.
The look in his eyes broke my heart when he said, “I just poured my heart out to you. Say something…please.”
The room started to spin, and I grabbed onto him for support. “I have cancer.”