Endless Summer

“Oh, come on,” Sean said in his most persuasive voice. “Wait a few weeks like he said, and maybe you’ll feel differently. He’ll explode something else to impress you. It wouldn’t be my choice of method to get Rachel back if I were in the doghouse with her, but there’s no accounting for taste.” Rachel batted her eyelashes at him.

And I gaped at him. It was hard to concentrate on what he was saying with fireworks flashing and booming above us, but I did believe that, while trying to put in a good word with me on his brother’s behalf, Sean had managed to insult both of us. en I shook my wrist out of his grasp. “It’s a terrible plan because I’m not waiting a few weeks.”

Before Sean could stop me again, I leaped out of the boat and into the one next to it. e men relaxing in lawn chairs in the bow hardly had time to turn around to see what blonde goddess had descended on them before I traversed that boat and leaped over the side, onto a pontoon boat loaded with drunks. ey braced themselves as the boat shifted under their feet, but they were inebriated enough and fascinated enough with Adam’s light show that they assumed it was the alcohol making them sway rather than a teenage pirate on a mission. They never turned around.

Quite a few boats were like that. A few had more alert passengers who stared at me. One old lady tried to lecture me about boat-hopping among strangers at night, a nice girl like me. And a couple of times I had to convince people to start their engines and putter a few feet forward so I could make it to the next boat without going into the lake. At the begi

And it would be my luck to go out that way: floundering in the lake and succumbing under the boats to the jaunty tune of “Stars and Stripes Forever.”

e boats always obliged. Whether I knew the people in the boat or not, the driver idled closer to the next boat, just to stop me from interrupting the fantastic show overhead. I chose a safe path through the boats that would put me onshore at the yacht club wharf, rather than heading straight for the hill where the fireworks were coming from. It would be just our luck for me to get stabbed through the heart by a wayward rocket just as I was making my way back to Adam.

Come to think of it… wasn’t Adam the one more likely to get killed by a rocket, since he was the one setting off rockets? e detail was different, but our luck was the same. I pictured reaching the hill a few minutes too late and the other pyromaniacs pointing to the chalk outline sprinkled with ashes that was the only evidence left of his body.

I leaped from the last boat, hit the yacht club wharf, and ran.

ick ropes anchoring huge white sailboats crisscrossed the wharf, but I was a master at dodging maritime obstacles. I skittered toward shore as fast as my flip-flops would carry me, all the time watching the hill. Between explosions, the hill was dark and silent. Adam had been killed, and the show was over. en pink light flickered through the grass, and silhouettes ran away from the light with their ears covered. Fu

I slowed to a walk now that I knew he wasn’t in (immediate) danger of dying. I hadn’t realized how hard I’d been ru

Foop, foop, foop. Three more rockets left the hill. I looked in that direction for Adam’s silhouette.

at’s when I saw him ru

e fireworks exploded in midair and lit him up. Two new burn holes had appeared in his T-shirt, giving me a peek at his chest. Soot streaked his ta

We were on a collision course. Unless a rocket crashed down to explode just above our heads in the next ten seconds, we would meet in the middle, and I had no idea what to say. I’d told Sean that a few weeks was too long to wait to see Adam again. Now I wasn’t so sure. Maybe I should suggest we forgive each other but let things cool down between us before we started up again. We could have some long talks and discuss where we’d been and where we were going. That would be the adult thing to do—

He threw down his lighter, grabbed me with both hands, and kissed me.

I let him kiss me for a few seconds, shocked and relieved.

Explosions startled me. I’d gotten so lost in Adam, I’d forgotten we were standing in a fireworks display.

Then I moved forward, into him. I kissed him harder and put my hands in his hair, my fingers slipping past the pieces of straw. I wanted him closer.

More and bigger explosions went off behind him. I couldn’t tell whether the percussions in my chest were from the fireworks or from being chest to chest with Adam himself.

He kissed the corner of my mouth, kissed my cheek, and growled in my ear, “Fireworks or what?”

“Stars and Stripes Forever” ended with a flourish of horns. e silence grew, waiting for another rousing patriotic tune to fill it. e silence stretched. en there was another noise—foop, foop, foop, foofoofoofoofoo—endless launches of rockets. The music had stopped because no one would hear it over the grand finale of explosions.

I put both hands on his chest and backed him up a pace. The black sky behind him was filled with color. I said, “Go. Hurry. You can still help. You’re missing it.” He pulled me close again and gazed down at me, tracing one finger so tenderly along my cheekbone. His finger was black, and he might be leaving an attractive black streak across my skin. I didn’t mind. The way he was looking at me with those light blue eyes, I had never felt more beautiful.

He bent his head close to my ear again so I could hear him whisper, “I’m not missing anything.” Check out another

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(sēt’ belt) n. 1. a trick in which a snowboarder reaches across the body and grabs the board while getting air 2. what Hayden needs to fasten, because Nick is about to take her for a ride

At the groan of a door opening, I looked up from my chemistry notebook. I’d been diagramming molecules so I wouldn’t have any homework to actually take home. But as I’d stared at the white paper, it had dissolved into a snowy slalom course. e hydrogen and oxygen atoms had transformed into gates for me to snowboard between. My red pen had traced my path, curving back and forth, swish, swish, swish, down the page. I could almost feel the icy wind on my cheeks and smell the pine trees. I couldn’t wait to get out of school and head for the mountain.

Until I saw it was Nick coming out the door of Ms. Abernathy’s room and into the hall. At six feet tall, he filled the doorway with his model-perfect looks and cocky attitude. He flicked his dark hair out of his eyes with his pinkie, looked down at me, and gri

My first thought was, Oh no: fuel for the fire. About a month ago, one of my best friends had hooked up with one of Nick’s best friends. en, a few weeks ago, my other best friend and Nick’s other best friend had gotten together. It was fate. Nick and I were next, right?