Chapter 6 - Desire
I felt like I was being twisted through a portal hole.
I anxiously looked around. Waiting for some reality to hit me. For some safe ground out of my nightmare.
"Lilly?"
My eyes opened automatically to the sound of Miley's voice.
"Lilly are you okay?" Her worried tone made me more alert.
"She hit her head pretty hard. She could be out for awhile." I heard Oliver's voice from somewhere to my right.
"Is she going to be okay?" I heard from farther away then Oliver's voice.
"She's fine, Sarah. It's just a little bump." Oliver calmed her.
"Lilly? I think she's waking up!" Miley exclaimed. I was immediatly aware of all the faces staring down at me.
There was Miley to my left, Oliver and Sarah on my right, and Mr. Dewey, the skate park manager. Wait, why was he here? But...where is here?
"Where am I?" I muttered up at the people staring at me. Was I on the ground?
"You don't remember what happened? Narly man!" Mr. Dewey called out in his strange way. Some people called him the Surfer King. My mom calls him the human waste dump.
"So like, are you gonna be okay? Cause I don't wanna be like, sued man." He wobbled around while speaking. His long blonde hair waving around in the breeze.
"She'll be fine, I've seen her recover from bails three times as bad as that one." Oliver explained, more to Sarah then anyone else. Good think too, because Sarah looked terrified.
"Lilly? Can you hear us?" Miley asked, concerne swimming in her eyes.
"Where's Genie?" I asked, sitting up and looking around. I was at the local skate park. I must of been doing some big trick and fallen? I don't really remember. The last thing I do remember is Genie, and earthquake, and a bunch of blue smoke.
"Genie? Who's that?" Miley asked, confused. Did she not remember him?
"What day is it?" I asked, not caring that Mr. Dewey threw his hands up in a way that said, Oh great she's got a concussion and I'm screwed.
"It's Friday. We just got out for summer, remember? So we came down to the park to celebrate." Oliver clearly stated.
"What? That means..." I drifted off.
That means there was no genie. I remember it all clearly now. This was the day Miley left to go to that stupid award thing and Oliver and me went to the skate park to celebrate for finally getting out of school for summer break. I had tried a huge trick and barely landed it.
Then, me and Oliver had a big fight over corndogs or hotdogs or something. I went down to the beach to cool off and found the lamp.
But if I had just tried that trick and bailed on it...that means I never found the lamp?
"What about your award thingy?" I asked Miley, wondering if I was getting any of this crap right.
"We were on our way to the airport when Oliver called me." She explained, giving Oliver an, I-owe-you-glance.
"Oh..." I murmured, attempting to stand up.
"Mabe you guys should like, scoot before I get in any trouble. I mean, my policy thing just ran out man, I don't want any trouble." Mr. Dewey slurred. He must have been drinking again.
"The beach is close by." Sarah suggested.
"Yeah, you up for it Lils?" Oliver asked while helping me up all the way.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I don't even hurt." I truthfully replied. I had no pain. Jus then I glanced down at my legs. Not a single scratch was on them.
"Are you sure?" Miley carefully asked.
"Yeah, positive." I replied as cheerfully as I could.
We walked in a group down to the beach. I stayed far away from the water, the memory of sharks still fresh in my mind.
"We should come back tomorrow and go swimming." Oliver suggested. As everyone started to nod yes, I shouted, "No!"
They turned to look at me.
"I...heard that there was a migration change for sharks." I was never good at thinking on my toes.
They all looked at me funny. Especially Miley, she lookde like she'd seen a ghost.
"The chances of being attacked by a little shark are highly unlikely." Sarah tried to explain, but I interrupted.
"Did I say sharks? I meant...giant squids...and starfish...the mean ones." I tried again, this time they caved and decided to hold off the trip till next week. I sighed with relief.
"Lilly? Can I we sit for a minute?" Miley asked me, was it just me or did she sound nervous?
"Yeah." I quickly repleid while plopping down on the sand. Miley sitting next to me. We watched oliver and Sarah begin a game of two person tag down along the beach. It was unusually empty.
"Lilly..." Miley hesitantly began, "How did you know about the shark?" She asked quietly, staring off at the water.
"I...I don't know." I simply replied. Her presense had an usually strong pull over me today.
"I...it's like I remember a shark. But there is no shark. I don't know how to explain this. But...it's like I have a memory of being bitten by a shark...and some other stuff too, but...I don't know. It's confusing." She tried.
I stared at her. She remembered it. All of it? She remembers.
"Earthquake?" I asked. Not really sure of he answer I was looking for.
"Tornadoes." Miley turned to look at me. Confusion in her eyes. Like a burning flame.
"Blue smoke." I replied, smiling. we must sound like idiots.
She smiled back. She bit her bottom lip and checked to make sure we were alone. She turned to look me square in the eyes. My heart beat sped up, I felt my palms get sweaty.
"Lilly." Oh boy, here it is! I smiled even bigger. Was she finally going to spill out her heart to me? I couldn't wait for the answer. My stomach was already doing summersaults. Come on, say it! Say it!
"Your it!" She shouted while quickling tapping my shoulder and jumping up to run towards Oliver and Sarah, screaming Lilly's it!
My heart almost stopped. But even though this would haev been a crushing moment any other day, I smiled.
I stood up slowly and put both hans in the air yelling, "Here comes Lilly!"
We ran around and palyed tag for what seemed forever. But as the light began to fade away, and the tide started to come closer, we slowed down.
I stopped jogging and stood still, placing my hands on my knees and panting heavely.
"Nice work, Truscott." Miley smiled, while standing next to me. She was reffering to how we had formed teams while playing. Sarah and Oliver versus me and Miley. I was happy with that for sure.
"Ditto, Stewart." I replied, getting a big toothy smile out of Miley. As she started to slowly walk away, I felt a spur of inspiration.
"I love you." The words came out of my mouth before I had fully understood what was happening.
She turned her head to look back at me. One eye closed to block out the setting sun. The other was staring at me, a look of relief or some kind of mixed emotion behind it.
"Love you too." She replied, a goofy smile on her face.
"No, Miley." I stopped her...she had to know the real way I felt. Before it was too late...again. "I mean, I really, really love you. As more then a friend."
She didn't move her stance. But instead, gave me a dirty look and seductivly said, "Then come show me."
I smiled at that and began to walk towards her, but she quickly sprinted away, laughing happily at how I would have to catch her. "I was about to run after he when something shiny caught my eye. I'd always loved shiny things.
I walked towards it and pulled out the odd shaped golden lamp. I stared at the all too familair object.
Should I rub it?
I placed my right hand on top of it, ready to move it.
"Lilly!" Miley laughed, I glanced over at her. She was being tickle attacked by Sarah and Oliver. I smiled and without looking back at the golden object I flung it out into the water.
As I continued to help Miley win tag against Oliver and Sarah, it got dark. The full moon was shining out in the sky.
As we all stared at it at the same second, something else made me stare.
Standing a long ways down the beach, clearly visible in the moonlight was a tall, pale figure. And there, with his wonderfully dark hair he smiled. And even from as far away as he was, I could still see his golden eyes sparkling back at me.
He turned, and walked away with his hands in his pockets. But I couldn't watch him for long.
In the blink of an eye...he vanished...a cloud of blue smoke surrounding were had had last stood.
I turned to look at Miley. She was staring at me, this strange look in her eyes. It reminded me of this word someone had once told me.
Desire.