Toy Story & Monsters Inc. Crossover
Author's Note- base Disneyland map off present (looked up rides that existed then but can't tell if they moved)
Toys, Monsters, & Time
Chapter 7- Closing a Chapter
May 20th, 2007, Sunday
Depressing music plays in the background. Andy's face is buried in his pillow. Pjs bottoms are still on. Tension is thick in the air.
"Dude, can we turn the music down?" Jordan requests.
All he gets is a mumbled response.
"What?" Jordan questions.
Andy turns his head but otherwise doesn't move.
"No. It helps my mood," Andy rejects.
"It's depressing," Chris cringes. "Makes me want to jump out the window."
Jordan glares in his direction.
"We could at least talk," Lance suggests. "It's a little awkward with us just sitting here. You did force us to come."
"I don't want to. The only person I want to talk to is Mary," Andy laments.
"Then why are we here?!" Jordan stands, slightly furious at him dragging this out.
Andy's face returns to the pillow. More grumbles. Jordan steals his pillow. Andy sits up a little glaring at Jordan.
"Hey!" Andy caterwauls.
"Speak up and tell us why you can't talk to Mary. Or we'll just leave. Now stop acting like a child," Jordan chews out.
Giving in, Andy turns to sit up on his bed. The others wait patiently though that's running out quickly. Andy sighs.
"When I brought Mary home last night… she confessed to me. She loves me," Andy discloses.
He waits for the gasps, surprised faces. He receives neither.
"What did you say?" Lance breaks the silence.
"Wait! Did you all know?" Andy realizes.
"Um duh. Pretty sure you're the only person on earth that didn't already know," Chris breaks it to him.
Uh. No wonder everyone teased them.
"I'm guessing by your depressed state you said something stupid, and she hates you. Or you rejected her, and she's hurt," Jordan speculates.
Andy can't look at any of them as he answers. A nod starts his response.
"I told her I don't love her."
"And then?" Chris prompts.
"And then she said she wanted to go inside! I tried texting and calling her all morning, but she won't respond!" Andy continues.
"You contacted her when she wants space?" Jordan ascertains.
"I did give her space!" Andy argues.
Lance slaps his forehead.
"Andy," Chris shakes his head.
"What?" Andy puzzles.
"She wants space for longer than a night. I'll be surprised if she talks to you before graduation," Jordan explains.
"We always talk everything out, well almost everything, right away. We're best friends," Andy reasons.
"Yes, but you hurt her feelings," Jordan sits down next to Andy to comfort him. "I mean really hurt. It's hard to confess your love. Especially when you're afraid of how the recipient will react."
"I didn't mean to hurt her. I was shocked and I just told her how I felt," Andy defends.
"I'm sure you didn't mean to. And she knows that. Love hurts. She needs time to process it all. Get her bearings back," Jordan figures.
"I don't want this to ruin our friendship. She's everything to me," Andy shares.
"What you two have is special. I wouldn't worry. I don't think you'll lose her," Lance tries to assure.
"Think?!" Andy falls back on his bed.
"Great. Why did you say it like that?" Chris criticizes.
"How is this my fault?!" Lance raises his voice.
"I have to talk to her," Andy determines.
"No Andy. What did we just go over? Mary asked for time. You will give her time. Unless you want to make it worse," Jordan orders.
"I can't just sit here and hope she knows I mean well," Andy conveys.
An idea comes to his mind. He sits up quickly.
"But you can go check on her," Andy comes up with.
"What?" Jordan freezes.
"Please! Go over there and see how she is. And tell her I'm… thinking of her. No! I'm here when she's ready. And I didn't mean to hurt her. Please!" Andy pleads.
"Fine. I'll try. But I'm not pushing it if she doesn't want to see me," Jordan agrees.
Jordan goes over to the Gibbses' house and knocks on the door. Mr. Gibbs opens the door without saying anything.
"Um hi," Jordan greets feeling like he's under Mr. Gibbs' scalpel.
"Can I do something for you?" Mr. Gibbs asks.
"I want to check on Mary," Jordan answers.
"I'll see if she's up to visitors. Come in."
Mr. Gibbs shuts the door behind Jordan and goes upstairs. He returns a minute later.
"Go on up. Not too long though," Mr. Gibbs permits.
"Thank you."
Jordan knows his way to her room. He knocks lightly on the door.
"Mary?" Jordan opens the door slowly.
Mary is wrapped in a blanket and sitting in the corner of the room, surrounded by pillows. The room is pretty dark with the curtains drawn and the light turned off. Mary doesn't look up at him.
"Why are you here?" Mary inquires.
"Can I come in?"
Mary nods her head. He leaves the door open to give some light. Jordan sits down at her desk chair and turns to her. Even with the dark and distance, Jordan can tell she's been crying. Her prom dress is thrown on the floor on the other side of the bed.
"Did Andy send you here?"
"Yes," Jordan replies honestly. "But I also wanted to check on you… I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry?"
"Because I know how much you love Andy."
Mary rests her face down in her arms. Jordan can hear her sobbing. He gets up and sits down next to her. He puts a hand on her shoulder, waiting for her to finish crying. To be ready to talk.
"I knew he didn't feel the same way, but I kept hoping I was wrong. Saw little things that made me believe I had a chance. I'm so stupid!"
"You're not stupid," Jordan puts a stop to that. "Loving Andy isn't stupid."
"It just hurts. So much."
"I know. I wish it didn't. I hate seeing you hurt. Andy does too."
Mary moves, looking uncomfortable.
"He wanted me to tell you that he'll give you space for as long as you need. And he'll be there when you're ready. Andy never meant to hurt you."
"I know he didn't. He never does."
Jordan clears his throat.
"So, why aren't Lauren and April here?" Jordan changes.
"They were this morning."
"Good. Now, do you want me to leave?"
"No but Andy is probably waiting for you to go back."
"I'll go back when you're ready for me to leave. He can wait."
"Thank you, but maybe it's better if I'm by myself for now. I'm a mess and have a lot to think about."
"If that's what you want. Anything I can do before I leave?"
Mary dries her eyes with her hand.
"I have a gift for you on my desk. I don't think I'll make it to your party this weekend."
Jordan stands to grab it.
"Thanks Mary. Text me if you need anything. Remember, we're still friends too. And anything you say to me will remain confidential. I won't tell Andy unless you want me to."
"Thank you, Jordan."
"Of course. Anything you want me to tell Andy?"
"Just… to give me time. I'll reach out when I'm ready."
Jordan relays the information to Andy. That bums him out, but Andy respects Mary's words. At school the next day, Mary sits with some friends from drama. Andy barely sees her. He keeps his distance. He does the same thing the next day. And the next… and the next.
June 7th, 2007, Thursday
The last day of school. The day of graduation. With finals over, the last day is truly pointless. Yearbooks get signed. Snacks get eaten. People talk all day.
Andy watches Mary talking with Lauren and April at a table not too far away. Rebecca, Lance's girlfriend, is also sitting with them. The four of them seem to be having a great time. An array of snacks is displayed in front of them. They share amongst themselves. Every once in a while, someone will come up to them to exchange yearbooks.
"You're staring," Jordan points out.
"It's been over two weeks. When do you think she'll talk to me?" Andy sighs.
"When she's ready," Jordan reminds.
"And she's not yet?" Andy complains.
"How fast would you like her to get over a broken heart?" Lance retorts.
Guilt immediately sinks in. They're right. Andy is being impatient. Not considerate.
"I just miss her," Andy looks away.
"We know you do. It seems like a long time, but she promised to reach out when she's ready. So, she will. I'm sure real distance of not seeing each other at school every day will help," Chris contributes.
Andy sighs.
"As long as that's before college," Andy relaxes, if only a fraction.
Watching her smile, enjoying herself, kills him. Andy doesn't know which is worse. Her smiling, being happy without him around for weeks. Or her smiling, faking pain underneath. He can't tell which it is, and that's the worst part. Andy could always tell. Not anymore. He can't help feeling Mary will be alright soon and resume their friendship, but something broke when she confessed. A part of them that will never be fixed.
Later in the day, just before five, all the graduates gather in the gym. Everyone is wearing their gowns. Excitement fills the air. A teacher eventually gets them to line up. They stand in two lines. The person they'll walk down stands next to them in the line. Mary and Lauren are first, April and Chris second, Jordan and Andy third, with Lance and Rebecca at the end of their group. Their class walks to the top of the stadium. A couple minutes later the graduation song plays. Parents stand, clap, and take pictures as they watch their children walk by.
The students walk down the steps, wave, and smile. One row of students walks down a set of stairs. The other line walks down another set on the other side of the stadium. At the bottom, the two lines meet together down a middle row to the stands the students sit on. Mary and Lauren join arms as they walk. The order they sit is Mary Lauren, April, Chris, Jordan, Andy, Lance then Rebecca, who has some friends on her other side.
Pledges are made, songs are sung, and speeches are spoken. Then all the students walk across the stage. Tassels change sides and caps get thrown by a few people. People converse as they slowly make their way to the gym. Real diplomas get handed out there. More pictures with friends are taken.
Emily, Andy, and Molly just finished talking to a friend from baseball and his family. Emily spots Mary with her father and siblings.
"Hey, let me take a picture of you and Mary," Emily speaks up.
"Oh I don't know… it might not be such a good idea," Andy shoots down.
"Are you two still fighting?" Emily asks.
"Yeah," Andy finds himself staring at Mary.
"Are you ever going to tell me what it's about?" Emily pries.
"I don't want to talk about it," Andy shakes his head.
"I miss Mary! She doesn't come over anymore," Molly whines.
"Get over it," Andy lashes out.
"Andy," Emily scolds. "You two have been best friends for years. We're getting a picture of you two graduating."
Emily is able to drag Andy over to the Gibbses. Mary's smile practically disappears when she sees him approaching.
"Emily," Mr. Gibbs greets. "Nice to see you. And congratulations Andy on graduating."
"Thank you," Andy tries to form a smile.
"I was hoping to get pictures of the two of you, if that's alright Mary," Emily announces.
Mary's mouth hangs slightly open, words not able to articulate. She looks at Andy. All Andy can do is look back at her, mouth slightly open too.
"Of course," Mary's smile partially returns.
They stand next to each other awkwardly. Though the smile is real. In one picture Andy slowly wraps his arm around Mary. For a moment she stiffens before relaxing. Both seem to be holding their breath. That's when Jordan interrupts by wrapping his arms between Andy and Mary.
"Hey guys. My parents want a picture of the whole group," Jordan scares them. "I already rounded up the others."
The seven of them pose for a picture. Pictures and chats continue for another hour. Some families go out to celebrate while others have a big meal at home.
The following afternoon, many of the seniors meet back at the school parking lot. Two buses arrive to take them to Disneyland. The four girls sit near the front while the guys are near the back.
"She really doesn't want to hang out, still? Even in a large group," Andy grumbles.
"I don't think she's ready. So, the four of us will spend most of the night together. Lauren wants to meet up later," Jordan mentions.
"While she's getting space, we're missing out on all these milestones. I don't want to miss more things with her," Andy's mood drops.
"Do you want one of us to talk to her again? See where she's at?" Lance offers.
"No. I don't want her to feel pressured," Andy dismisses.
"If you're sure…" Jordan isn't convinced.
Chris sighs.
"Just freaking talk to her," Chris exasperates. "It's been weeks, you're suffering, I'm sure she's suffering. Just end this headache and talk it out."
Lance, Jordan, and Andy stare at him surprised.
"I'm tired of the constant complaining. If you're this upset then go talk to her," Chris heavily exhales.
"Seriously Chris?" Jordan glares.
"Maybe he's right. I've given her space. If I give her anymore, I may lose her," Andy worries.
"Then new plan. We enjoy Disneyland, and when we meet up later in the night, hopefully, Mary will be in a good mood. Ask to talk to her," Jordan proposes.
"Perfect! Now let's talk strategy. We have to ride as many attractions as possible," Lance changes topics.
The four pull out a map and plan the rides they want to ride and in what order. As soon as the bus parks, the student basically run to the gates. Once the gate opens at nine, the guys head to Tomorrowland first. They ride Space Mountain then get in line for Buzz Lightyear. The ride consists of Buzz and other space rangers shooting robots and other enemies, leading up to the biggest one Zurg.
Afterwards, the group drives the cars at Autopia. Finished with Tomorrowland, the guys ride Indiana Jones Adventure and Jungle Cruise in Adventureland. Next on the agenda is Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. As they're walking off the ride, Jordan gets a text.
"Lauren wants to meet us in Fantasyland," Jordan reads. "They'll be at the carousal."
Andy pauses in his footsteps.
"Something the matter?" Lance notices and stops.
"Now that it's time, I'm getting nervous," Andy admits.
"You'll be fine. Just share how you're feeling and listen to her words," Lance wraps his arm around Andy in support.
The guys arrive at the carousel to find the girls already in line. They join them. Jordan greets Lauren with a kiss. Lance does the same with Rebecca.
"So, how have you all been?" Jordan starts the conversation.
"We're having a great time," Lauren answers. "And you guys?"
"Same! I love Disneyland. I wish grad nite was all night," Jordan grins.
Awkward silence follows. Everyone looks between Andy and Mary, willing one of them to say something. The attendant lets them on the ride.
"Hey M," Andy stops her.
She turns to Andy. The rest stop, holding their breath.
"Can we sit… near each other?" Andy wonders.
Mary nods.
"Sure."
The two find horses away from everyone else. The ride starts up. Mary holds onto the pole, looking slightly down.
"How are you?" Andy inquires.
Mary's eyes look up at Andy then back down.
"Okay. It's been…"
"Weird?" Andy finishes for her.
Mary smiles. The first real one he's seen because of him in a while.
"Yeah. Weird."
She doesn't say anything more than that.
"Sorry I came to you first," Andy apologizes. "I know you wanted time, but I thought it was important I shared how I was feeling. I miss you. A lot. We're missing big life events together. And thinking about going to college still stuck like this, frightens me. I need you."
Andy worries his passion and words will freak Mary out. Or hurt her somehow.
"I miss you too," Mary divulges. "I just…"
Mary takes a deep breath to look for the right words. A small laugh escapes through her nose.
"I just can't stop thinking about your face."
Mary doesn't look up at him as she talks.
"When I… and I can't unsee it. Your surprise. Your thoughts swirling on how to let me down gently. Your guilt for having to hurt me. I knew you didn't feel the same, but I just couldn't keep how I felt to myself any longer. And I was scared it would change our relationship, that you didn't want to be friends anymore."
Andy watches as Mary's world threatens to break. He can feel her worry.
"I'm sorry I didn't notice. Apparently, I'm oblivious."
"I don't think people look for their best friend having feelings for them."
"Still."
"Still, you don't have anything to apologize over. I just needed to think."
"Are we good?"
"We're good."
Andy smiles.
"Then look at me and let's have fun!" Andy hits her shoulder in a friendly gesture.
Mary looks up smiling. After the carousal, the whole group stays in Fantasyland to ride Mad Tea Party, Matterhorn Bobsleds, and then It's a Small World. Andy and Mary are sitting next to each other.
"It'd be terrible to get stuck on this ride," Andy voices.
"Worse than being stuck upside down on Space Mountain," Mary agrees.
"It's a small world after all," Andy begins singing.
"It's a small world after all," Mary joins in.
"It's a small world after all. It's a small, small world," Andy and Mary sing creepily.
Jordan turns around to glare at them.
"You're both creepy as hell," Jordan grouses.
Andy and Mary laugh. Leaving Fantasyland, the group goes to New Orleans Square to ride Pirates of the Caribbean and the Haunted Mansion. With a couple hours left, the group goes back to their favorite rides.
Grad nite ends and the long trip back begins. Andy and Mary sit next to each other on the bus, laughing and catching up. They eventually fall asleep. Mrs. Davis picks them both up and takes them home.
"I'll meet you inside mom, I'm going to walk Mary to her front door," Andy tells.
"Alright, night Mary."
"Good night, Mrs. Davis. Thank you for picking me up."
"You're welcome."
Andy walks Mary across the yard. Before Mary can walk inside, Andy stops her.
"You seem… distracted. Different than your usual self," Andy observes.
Mary stills.
"I'm sorry. I tried but…" Mary temporarily pauses. "I thought I could be friends with you, but I can't. I still love you. I tried, but I only lasted a few seconds. As soon as you touched me… I knew all my effort to stop my feelings didn't work."
Andy closes his eyes. Feeling bad all over again.
"Will we ever be able to go back to where we were?" Andy stops himself from crying.
"I don't know," Mary responds honestly. "Maybe not exactly the same, but I hope to move past this to be friends again. I guess I need more time, real time away. Is that too much to ask for?"
"Of course not, Mary. I'd wait for you until the end of time."
Mary nods with a smile.
"Good night, Andy."
"Good night."
Mary goes inside. Andy drags himself to his house and up to his room. He was so close. So close to fixing everything. Maybe there's no way to move forward. Once feelings like love come out, there's no putting them back in.
The next morning, Andy opens his curtain to find something taped to his window. It's an envelope. A sticky note is on the front: we planned to read these on the last day of senior year. Not sure you remember but I do. Here's mine. Hope it helps -M
Andy tears it off. Mary's name is written on the envelope. It's a little bent out of shape. Andy remembers writing their letters to themselves freshman year. Andy opens it up.
"Dear Mary, congratulations on graduating! I hope you had a good four years. I hope you don't have any regrets. Maybe you made new friends. I hope you're still friends with the ones you have now. Tried new things. If you haven't, college is a good place to start. I hope I've changed, grown. Took chances. I hope Andy is your best friend. Forever until the end of time, right? But still. High school can be a mess. And Lauren still insists I have a crush on Andy. Which is ridiculous. Andy and I are just friends. But… I'm not going to think about it too much. Andy is way too important to lose, for any reason. My goal is for us to go to the same college. After that, I'll leave it to the future to figure it out. Take a moment after reading this letter to reflect on high school. On what happened, didn't happen, and what you want to happen from now on. -M"
Andy sighs. He reads it over and over again. Hope. He's important to Mary, above all else. He'll give her time. Time to get over feelings of love. Some reason, that doesn't sit well with him. Andy feels the same, Mary is too important to lose.
July 9th, 2007, Monday
A group of seniors meet at the high school early in the morning. They each have a suitcase and a carry-on bag. Lauren arrives and joins Mary.
"Morning Mary! Are you excited?" Lauren addresses. "Ooh! I love your new hair cut!"
Mary's hair now would just miss her shoulders. Up in pigtails though, it's a little bit shorter than that. It reminds her of how she used to wear it at a younger age.
"Thanks! And very. I can't believe we're really going to Europe!" Mary beams.
"Just imagine, Paris! It's a dream come true," Lauren elates.
"I wish we could stay longer."
"Oh, me too. Let's enjoy the time we do have."
Lauren spots Andy arriving with his stuff.
"Speaking of not wasting time, how are you doing with…?" Lauren gestures to Andy.
Mary shrugs.
"Still haven't talked to him since grad nite. Maybe on this trip. It'd probably be awkward if I didn't. There aren't that many of us."
"True. Are you ready though?"
"Only one way to find out."
"Until then," Lauren wraps her arms around Mary. "We're going to have so much fun."
"As long as we take plenty of pictures. My dad will kill me if I don't bring at least hundred back."
"Don't you worry. I have you covered."
The students gather on the school bus and head to the airport. One of the teacher stands at the front, giving information and stating rules.
"I took into account who you'd like to seat next to on the plane so no switching. As soon as we get through the airport, we'll head to the hotel and find your rooms. I'll give you your assignments then. Please stick with the group," the teacher speaks.
The process through the airport lines and security goes smoothly. The large group finds their gate. The wait is only an hour before boarding starts. Fun begins the trip, but later the chaperones strongly advise the students to sleep. When the plane arrives, it's just past ten in the morning. Some are tired. They have to be dragged to the hotel.
"I have the room assignments, girls on one floor and guys on another. I don't want to see anyone on the others' floor. While at the hotel stay on your floor. Tell a chaperone if want to go to the lobby or pool. Under no circumstances will you leave the building. Any questions?"
No response.
"Alright, room 932, Daisy, Faith, Tiffany, and Molly. Room 933, Mary, Lauren, April, and Rebecca…" a chaperone rattles all the girl rooms before the guys. "In room 845, Andy, Lance, Jordan, and Chris…"
Soon all the rooms are announced for the nineteen students, and where the chaperones will be.
"Unpack and rest if you want. Meet in the lobby. We're leaving in one hour for lunch and walking. Dress accordingly and don't be late. The more time spent here, the less time we have out there."
The students head to their room and decide who will sleep where. Mary and Lauren share a bed while Rebecca and April share the other. They freshen up and head down to the lobby. The guys of their group are already there. The only ones there. Mary falters. Lauren didn't miss it.
"Nervous?"
Mary shakes her head slowly.
"Maybe. That or I ate something bad on the flight. Those meals weren't the best."
"Ugh don't remind me. But can I say something?"
Mary nods. Lauren pulls her to the side out of ear shot from everyone.
"You gotta try talking to him. I know telling him you love him was insanely hard, and his rejection was even harder and hurtful; but this is just as tough on Andy. He lost a good friend, his best friend. He's hurting too. So, if you can't move past this, Andy deserves to know. Try to patch it up or get real space. End it."
The words shake Mary. There's nothing she can say. Lauren feels instant guilt.
"I'm sorry Mary, was that too blunt?" Lauren apologizes.
"No, no. You're right. I know he's hurting and being so patient through this. I need to talk to him."
Mary starts to head over when the lead chaperone calls their attention. Their outing begins with lunch. Mary spends the whole time planning out the conversation. What she should say, all of Andy's possible responses, adjusting. Her eyes can't help but follow his every moment. After lunch, they walk to Buckingham Palace. They watch the changing of the guard. Pictures are taken. Their walk continues to Big Ben and Westminster Abbey. More pictures, more sightseeing. The London Eye is next on the agenda. The group waits in the long line. Some sit, tired from walking. Others wait in the shade a little ways out of line.
Taking a deep breath, Mary approaches Andy. He's in the middle of a conversation with Jordan. Jordan sees her first over Andy's shoulder. He quickly finishes his sentence before gesturing to their guest. Andy is shocked when he turns around.
"Want to stand in the shade with me for a little while?" Mary wonders.
"Sure. The shade sounds nice."
The two manage to find a more secluded spot in the shade, still able to see their group in the line.
"How was the flight for you?" Mary ventures the long route.
"Fine. Long but I was able to sleep. I think. How was it for you?"
"I think the food poisoned me, but otherwise not too bad. Could have used more sleep too. I'm hoping sleeping early is on the schedule."
"Don't count on it."
Awkward silence wraps the air between them.
"I'm sorry it's been a month," Mary looks in Andy's eyes.
"I get it. You needed time. I respect that. I understand it must have been hard. Are you…?"
"Ready to crawl out from my cave? I think so. I've already missed so much between us. I don't want to miss anymore. Going to college together has always been my dream. I don't want anything to ruin that. I don't think I'd survive college without you."
"Same. College is like starting over. Finding our way. Making new friends."
"Yeah, impossible on our own."
"Exactly. But I want you to be sure…"
"I'm sure."
"Then we can be friends again?"
"We were always friends. I was just bad at being one."
"Oh yeah. The worst," Andy teases.
Mary smiles.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Andy offers.
"For now… just, it might be easier that we're never alone, always with someone else. And no physical contact."
"Whatever you need."
"Thanks."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Even if it's about…"
"Yes. Anything."
"How long. How long have you been in love with me? Er, when did it start?"
Mary shrugs.
"I honestly don't know exactly when. Years and years I suppose. It just planted in my heart one day and grew and grew until I noticed it. By then I was too scared to say anything."
"So why did you?"
Mary chews her lip a bit.
"I guess I didn't want to have any regrets."
"You don't regret telling me or feeling that way?"
"No. Even if I don't love you anymore, it was important to me," Mary's heart does something funny as she speaks. "One day when I'm in a real relationship, it'll be different, the real thing. And what I was feeling now wasn't really love."
Ouch. Andy doesn't know why but that kind of hurt.
"We should get back in line," Mary looks back to the group.
"Right."
Neither move. More silence but more comfortable.
"So I had an idea," Andy clears his throat.
"About?"
"Adjusted movie night. Nothing but cheesy high school senior year and graduations."
"Or first year of college?"
"Hmm, I'll accept it. Only if I get to go first."
"Fair. It is your turn."
"You remember?"
Mary smiles at Andy's puzzled face.
"When it comes to you and me, I remember everything."
Andy stands first.
"I like your hair by the way."
"Thanks."
They eventually do join their group in time to go up. The sights are amazing. On and off the Eye. The group walks around taking in all the history. Dinner takes place at the hotel. Despite the chaperones' insistence, most of the students want to swim at the pool. After swimming in the pool for a while, Mary and her group sit in the spa talking.
"You know what would be fun?" Lauren proposes. "Truth or dare."
"Not sure that's as fun as relaxing in a spa," Lance denies.
"Oh, come on. Just a few rounds? Or are you being chicken?" Lauren teases.
"Seriously? You think that's going to get me to play? Calling me a chicken?" Lance glares.
Lauren makes chicken noises.
"I'm in," Lance's stare intensifies.
The rest of the group agrees.
"Since it was my idea, I'll go first. Oh, and no picking someone who has already gone until everyone has gone. Mary, truth or dare?"
"Truth. I'm not moving for anything," Mary picks.
"Sounds good. Let's just do really good truth questions," Jordan agrees lazily.
"Then we have to give details or answer a follow-up question or two," Andy adds.
The game becomes Truth and Details.
"Mary…" Lauren thinks it over. Her eyes trail to the others in the pool. "On a scale from one to ten, how hot do you think Scott is?"
"Scott Harding?" Mary looks over at him.
"Yep."
"Hm, a nine," Mary decides.
"A nine?" Andy echoes.
"What would make him a ten?" Chris questions.
"If he owned a belt," Mary laughs.
The others join in.
"I don't know about that… draws the eye for sure," Lauren opinionates.
"Excuse me?" Jordan turns to look at her intensely.
"Nothing dear," Lauren winks.
"Chris, have you ever been pulled over by a cop?" Mary refocuses.
"Twice."
"For what?" Lauren follows up.
"Both for speeding. I was going eighty on the freeway," Chris elaborates. "April, name one thing you'd do if there were zero consequences?"
"Intriguing," April ponders it over. "I'd say break into NASA and watch a rocket take off."
"Interesting. But not a surprise it's something science-y," Andy mentions.
"I think that'd be cool. Is that something you want to do? Work for NASA?" Rebecca inquires.
"Possibly," April shrugs. "Jordan, what's the furthest you've gone with Lauren?"
Lauren's face heats up and not from the hot water.
"Dude, I don't want to know that," Chris grimaces.
"Then cover your ears wimp," Mary laughs.
Jordan looks over to Lauren for permission. She nods before sinking her chin into the spa.
"Making out, some touching. That's all I'm saying so you'll have to get inspiration from somewhere else you pervs!" Jordan shares.
Some of them laugh.
"Lance," Jordan picks. "Have you ever cheated on a test?"
"Who hasn't!" Lance figures. "But, um, yeah. I guess technically a couple times. I'm not proud of it. Worst was an English test. Didn't read the whole book so I asked a friend who took it already about the questions and looked them up. Still only got a B."
"On purpose? Not trying to get the teacher to be suspicious?" Andy jokes.
"Yeah sure," Lance lies. "Alright, my turn. Andy, who's your biggest celebrity crush?"
Andy thinks about it.
"I have no idea," Andy replies.
"Liar," Mary shakes her head with a smile. "You so love Megan Fox."
"I do not!" Andy rejects.
"No, no. She has a point. You couldn't stop talking about her in the Transformer movie," Jordan supports.
"Fine. I think she's cool," Andy admits. "Can we move now? Rebecca, what's the weirdest thing you have in your room?"
"In my room? Huh, let's see…" Rebecca thinks about it. "I guess I have some dolls. I don't play with them; I just keep them."
"What kind of dolls?" April asks.
"Barbies. They're in a box in my closet. Everyone has gone. Does that mean I can pick anyone?" Rebecca makes sure.
"You have to ask me one," Lauren reminds.
"Oh right, Lauren, what's the worst physical pain you've ever experienced?"
"When I was in middle school, I fell off my bike. Dislocated my shoulder and cut my cheek. Though drugs helped."
"Drugs?" April panics.
"Meds. From the hospital," Lauren clarifies. "Now that's everyone. Doesn't seem fair of me to start it again, so how about you start Rebecca."
"Sounds good. Let's see… Jordan, if your house caught on fire what is the first thing you'd save?" Rebecca starts.
"Easy. My play station," Jordan doesn't hesitate.
"You didn't even need a second to think," April is impressed.
"Over your siblings?" Mary points out.
"She said thing, are people things?" Jordan counters.
"Good come back," Mary admits defeat.
"Andy," Jordan moves on. "What's something you do only when alone?"
"The heck!" Andy freaks. "What kind of question is that?!"
"The secret spilling kind," Jordan grins.
"Well how am I supposed to answer that? Give me a second," Andy thinks about it.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock," Lauren moves her head back and forth.
"Okay, okay," Andy comes up with something. "Play guitar I guess."
"You play?" Lauren is surprised.
"Badly," Mary interjects.
"I thought it'd be easier. Guess not. Probably will sell my guitar," Andy plans.
"Moving on," Chris prompts.
"April, out of the people here who would survive the longest in a horror movie and who would be the first to die?" Andy questions.
"Probably Mary dying first," April guesses.
"Hey!" Mary protests.
"You hate scary movies," Andy reminds. "You'd scream and pass out if you were in a real one."
"Valid," Mary agrees.
"And Chris would probably survive the longest."
"Aww thanks."
"Chris is the scariest," April adds.
"Gee thanks," Chris deflates.
"Mary, what is your biggest childhood fear?"
"Hmm, I don't remember it, but my parents tell me I was scared of this monster I thought lived in my closet. He was purple and reminded me of a lizard. Lizards still freak me out. With their tails and fast movements. Plus, when they do pushups or whatever that is!" Mary spirals.
Everyone looks at her in shock.
"Lizards?" Lance can't get over it.
"Oh, shut up. No one said to pick a rational fear," Mary sticks her tongue out. "My turn. Lauren, what movie or show is your guilty pleasure."
"Probably The Lost Boys. Cheesy and bad but I love it. Now, Lance, have you ever told one of us a lie?" Lauren moves on quickly.
"First, I get cheating and now I get lying? Who do you think I am? But, um, yes. I lied about liking baseball. I hate it. It's so boring," Lance confesses.
Jordan and Andy glare.
"Traitor," Andy accuses.
"I'll remember this," Jordan vows.
"Have you ever lied to me?" Rebecca wants to know.
"I only had to give one answer," Lance avoids.
"That's a yes," Lauren laughs.
"I'm admitting nothing," Lance stands firm. "Chris, what is the weirdest thing you've ever eaten?"
"Maybe not that weird but crickets," Chris shares.
"Ew," Jordan grimaces.
"And Rebecca," Chris finishes the round off. "If you got stuck on a deserted island which one of us, would you want there and why?"
"Lance, so I can leave the liar behind," Rebecca laughs.
Everyone but Lance laughs.
"Should have kept my mouth shut," Lance mumbles.
"We should go to bed. I'm suddenly feeling really tired," Mary suggests.
The group gets out of the spa and dries off. It prompts the others to follow. The next day, they visit Buckingham Palace and actually get to tour inside. The history and glitzy-ness of the place is breathtaking. The rest of the day is spent shopping and walking around other parts of the city. Andy and Mary start to get their groove back. They don't ever spend more than a couple minutes alone. The awkwardness in the air has moved on.
The third day in London, the group takes a bus tour out of the city. They pass by smaller towns all the way to Stonehenge. Lots of pictures are taken throughout the day. Even more are taken at Stonehenge, along with history lessons.
"Want to take a picture together?" Andy asks. "Uh, only if that's okay."
"Yeah, why not," Mary positions herself for a photo.
Andy moves beside her, close but not touching. Lauren takes the picture for them. The group walks around a little longer before getting back on the bus. They play games on the bus ride back to London. On the fourth day of the Europe trip, the group rides a train to Paris. It's midday when they arrive. Stuff gets dropped off at the hotel before walking near the Louvre and parks.
Second day in Paris leads to Notre Dame and the Eiffel Tower. They stand on the floor that lets them see underneath. Lauren takes in the air.
"I still can't believe we're in Paris! It's so romantic," Lauren cuddles up with Jordan.
"Totally," Jordan kisses her.
"Agreed," Lance approves cozying up with Rebecca.
"Way to rub it in," Chris rolls his eyes.
"You're totally jealous," Jordan jeers.
"Kind of the point of my statement," Chris deadpans. "Not all of us have girlfriends."
"She's out there. You never know, maybe she's even here," April encourages.
"Whatever, I'm totally asking out the first cute girl I see at college," Chris folds his arm before an idea comes to him. He slides to Mary and wraps his arm around her. "You know Mary, I've always thought you were cute."
Mary laughs. Andy frowns.
"Stop before you make a fool of yourself," Andy warns.
Chris lets go.
"Mary knows I'm joking," Chris playfully hits her shoulder.
"Totally. Besides I know your type. We'll find you a nice girl soon enough," Mary promises.
"You're the best," Chris hugs her and spins her around.
Mary laughs.
"You're not going to look so good to girls with barf all over your shirt," Mary cautions.
Chris puts her down.
"Be my Parisian date?" Chris begs.
"One day. No kissing," Mary holds up a finger.
"Ugh deal," Chris feigns being upset.
He holds out his hand. Mary accepts it and they run off across the see-through floor to explore more. The group follows more slowly. Andy takes up the back begrudgingly, not knowing why. The two spend the rest of the day hanging over each other and having fun. As promised, the fun stops the next day.
The group is eating at Angelina's, a tearoom with numerous delicious pastries. Andy and Mary are sitting across from each other. Everyone is eating a pastry. Mary and Andy both have the well-known hot chocolate with their dessert.
"So, no fake dating today?" Andy converses.
"Nope," Mary finishes her dessert. "All we did was hold hands and giggle a lot. Never seen Chris laugh that much. We should find him a girlfriend when we get back."
Mary takes a sip of her drink. It leaves behind a mustache.
"Here," Andy reaches without thinking.
His thumb stops centimeters before touching her upper lip. The look at Mary's face freezes his movements. Realization hits him. His hand moves slowly away from her.
"Sorry," Andy whispers.
"It's okay," Mary wipes her mouth.
"I'm still hungry. Want to split something?" Andy moves on.
"Sounds good. You pick."
They share another dessert. Andy is more aware of his actions. Mary doesn't seem to notice, or at least doesn't comment on it. The rest of the day is spent walking around different parts of the city and shopping. On the seventh day of the Europe trip, the group flies to Rome. After the hotel, the group walks the city to the Colosseum. They arrive at night, making the private tour extra spooky.
Even though it's late, the group enjoys the pool and spa. Mary spends as long as possible underwater while most of the others are playing games. Andy sees her alone and swims over.
"What are you doing?" Andy puzzles.
"Staying underwater as long as possible. Enjoying the stillness, the silence. Want to try it?"
"Why not."
"Close your eyes," Mary winks before submerging.
Andy follows. His ears plug a little but otherwise it's like floating in nothing. There's no sound, as if the world stopped turning for a moment. Andy opens his eyes to see Mary floating nearby. Her face is calm, serene. They both resurface. Andy's eyes are a little red. He rubs at them.
"Your eyes look sore and red. Did you open them under water?" Mary worries.
"Maybe," Andy laughs.
"Idiot," Mary teases. "I told you to keep them closed."
"I'm usually okay for a little bit opening them."
"This pool is really chlorinated."
"That makes sense. So, are you sad there's only one more day left before we have to go home?"
"A little. There's just something about Europe that's so special. I'll have to come back one day."
"Same. Where has been your favorite place?"
"I can't pick. You?"
"I've loved it all."
"Do you have a lot of plans before school starts?"
"Just work. You?"
"Same… and maybe the carnival."
"The carnival huh? Want company?"
"Maybe."
The last day in Europe is spent walking around the historical spots in Italy. They also get some shopping done. One stop is the Trevi Fountain. Andy offers three coins to Mary.
"Three?" she questions.
"One to ensure returning to Rome, two for returning and new romance, and three for returning, love, and marriage," Andy explains. "How many do you want?"
Mary smiles and thinks about it before taking two. Andy is surprised. It was more for show than reality.
"Thanks. I'll work on love before marriage. Still young. Definitely want to come back to Rome though," Mary thanks.
Andy nods. They both turn around and throw the coins over their shoulders. Lauren comes up to them and hugs Mary.
"Hey! How many did you throw in?" Lauren asks.
"Two."
"Oooo. Rome and new romance," Lauren raises her eyebrow. "Anyone in particular?"
"No," Mary shakes her head. "But who knows at college. New place, new cute guys."
"So true. But it won't be the same without you."
"I know what you mean, but at least you'll have Jordan close. Speaking of how many did you throw?"
Lauren starts to blush.
"Three," she replies meekly.
"OOOO. Do I hear wedding bells in your future with Jordan?" Mary teases.
"No time soon. Now, walk with me. Tell me your ideal boyfriend and I'll keep my eyes open for options."
The two girls walk away from the fountain. Andy doesn't really have a chance to talk with her again that day. The next day, July 17th, the Europe trip comes to an end. The flight seems even longer going back home.
August 8th, 2007, Wednesday
Early in the morning, Andy and Mary are having breakfast together at a diner. Although it's summer, Andy wears a blue shirt with jeans. Mary chooses a pink tank top with shorts. Her hair is in pigtails.
"I hope the food is as good as this," Mary melts.
"Nothing is, but hopefully close," Andy remarks.
"Can you believe we're leaving Friday? Summer seemed to go by so fast."
"Childhood seemed to go by so fast."
"Is that why you've refused to pack yet? Drawing out every last second?" Mary laughs.
"What makes you think I'm not done?"
"Oh please. I bet you haven't even started. Is it fighting against adulthood or ensuring Molly doesn't get your room?"
"She's never going to let that go. Molly is constantly reminding me that she wants my room when I leave," Andy groans.
"My siblings fight over my room too," Mary laughs.
"And who won?"
"David. He is the next oldest. It'll be so weird to come back home on breaks and not have my own room."
"Where will you stay?"
"The treehouse?" Mary shrugs jokingly.
"You could always stay in our guest room."
"I'll keep that in mind. It's either that or sharing with an eleven- and four-year-old. Or the couch."
"So does that mean you're all packed?"
"Pretty much. Rest of the stuff I'm not using will be packed in the garage."
"I don't want to even think about sorting all my stuff right now."
"Well, if you want help, let me know. And I mean help, not do everything for you."
"I'll keep that in mind. I just don't know what to do with a lot of stuff."
"How about I come over for a little bit after breakfast?" Mary offers.
"I'd appreciate that. How do you intend to get your stuff to school?"
"My dad is taking me. You're still driving yourself, right?"
"Yeah. I might follow you guys. I'm sure my mom would want that."
"I'm sure it'd be fine. Just promise me you'll let me borrow your car. David will be sixteen in October, so he'll have the car here."
"I'll think about it."
Mary flicks some powdered sugar at him when he's not looking.
"Hey!"
Mary laughs. The waiter places the check on the table. Andy grabs it before Mary can look at her half.
"I'll pay," Andy insists.
"Really? Why?"
"As a thank you for helping me out."
"Think I'll charge more once it's all done."
"Fair."
The two head back to Andy's house. He sits on his chair groaning and complaining. Looking at everything suddenly feels like so much work.
"So, what's some of the things you're not sure what to do with?"
"Hm," Andy thinks, noticing his chest. "My toys. Do I keep them? I haven't played with them in years. Or even looked at them in a while."
Mary opens up the chest and looks at them. She smiles.
"They look in good condition. I wouldn't throw them out."
"So… what?"
"Your choice. Donate them. Store them away for your future children. You love that your dad gave you Woody. It'd mean so much to your children too that you saved these toys all these years. But it's your choice."
Mary closes the chest. She nearly steps on a video game.
"Why is this on the floor?"
"Molly," Andy picks the game up. "She's been moving my stuff and even hiding some."
"Why?"
"I can't explain what goes on in twelve-year-old girl's head."
"Not sure it's just twelve-year-olds," Mary sticks her tongue out.
Her phone rings.
"Hi David," Mary answers. "…oh right! I'll be there in a second. I'm at the Davises."
She hangs up.
"I forgot I'm taking Elena to daycare. I'll come back later if you need me," Mary informs.
"Please do."
"At least try while I'm gone. If you don't, I'm sure your mom will help motivate you."
Mary leaves. Andy takes another glance at his room before sighing. Maybe a little break to start will help. He leaves the room. After a couple hours hanging downstairs at the TV, Andy hears his phone ring. It's coming from upstairs. He swears it was just with him a second ago. The ringing seems to be coming from his toy chest. Looking inside, he sees his dinosaur holding onto it. He manages to separate the two and answer the phone.
"Hello?" Andy greets. "Hello? Anyone there?"
No one responds. With an angered groan, Andy stands.
"Molly, stay out of my room!" Andy warns yet again.
Andy looks at his Rex. Mary was right; his toys are in good condition. They bring back so many memories, even after all these years. He can't get rid of them. But would it be lame keeping them?
"I wasn't in your room," Molly denies.
His sister's voice brings Andy out of his trance.
"Then who was messing with my stuff?" Andy shuts his door.
"It wasn't me," Moly continues to protest.
"You've moving and hiding my stuff for weeks!"
"Whatever. Maybe if you took better care of your room your stuff wouldn't disappear."
Andy rolls his eyes.
"You're already getting my room. Why are you bugging me?"
"Because I want some stuff to go along with my new room."
"My stuff?"
"Yes!"
"No," Andy shoots down.
He climbs down the stairs to go back to the TV.
"Andy, are you still putting off cleaning?" Emily scolds.
"I have time. I don't want to do it right now. I'm waiting for Mary to back over."
"You're going to make that poor girl pack for you?"
"I'm gonna help. And she offered."
"Go back upstairs and start packing. Mary can help later if she really wants."
With a groan, Andy heads back upstairs. Molly is waiting at the top for him.
"Can I have your stereo?" Molly begs.
"No," Andy rejects.
"Why not?"
"'Cause I'm taking it with me."
Molly groans. Andy enters his room with Molly right at his heels."
"Can I have your computer?"
"No."
"Your video games?"
"Forget it, Molly," Andy starts to get annoyed.
He sits at his desk. She sighs. Emily enters the room with some supplies.
"Okay. Andy let's get to work here. Anything you're not taking to college either goes in the attic, or it's trash," Emily simplifies the task.
She sets a box and trash bags on his bed.
"Mom, I'm not leaving till Friday," Andy reminds.
"Come on. It's garbage day."
"Mom," Andy sighs slightly irritated at his mom's insistence.
He keeps typing on his computer while his mom rambles.
"Look, it's simple. Skateboard, college. Little League trophy, probably attic. Apple core, trash. You can do the rest," Emily demonstrates putting them in the right bags.
Molly opens up his toy chest.
"Why do you still have these toys?" Molly slightly laughs.
Andy sighs.
"Molly, out of my room!" Andy raises his voice a little.
"Three more days and it's mine!" Molly rubs it in with a smile.
Andy rolls his eyes. Why must his family bug him?
"Molly, you're not off the hook either," Emily points out.
Andy stops listening after that. The beautiful silence is interrupted a few moments later when Andy's mother returns.
"Andy, come on. You need to start making decisions," Emily presses.
"Like what?" Andy doesn't bother to look up.
"Like what are you gonna do with these toys?" Emily opens the chest. "Should we donate them to Sunnyside?"
"No," Andy shoots down much too quickly.
"Maybe sell them online?"
"Mom," Andy finally turns. "No one's gonna want those old toys. They're junk."
"Fine," Emily senses Andy wants to be alone. "You have till Friday. Anything that's not packed for college or in the attic is getting thrown out.
"Whatever you say, Mom," Andy sighs.
He exhales and closes his laptop. Swiveling around in his chair, Andy takes a look around his room. When did he get so much stuff? First thing to tackle, his toys. He slides over and opens the trunk. Andy doesn't have the heart to throw them out or to sell or donate them. Decision made. He grabs a trash bag and starts piling them in. When only Woody and Buzz are left, Andy holds them both. These have more meaning, hold a special place in his heart. He almost always had them with him as a kid. Now parting from them seems weird. Andy looks between the two. It wouldn't be so weird to bring just one. Andy puts Woody in his college box and Buzz in the trash bag.
These will be the only toys he keeps. They're the ones that seemed to be through everything with him. And others he finds can be thrown out or donated. Andy ties the bag and takes them to the hall. Andy opens the attic door and starts climbing the ladder when he sees Molly struggling.
"You need a hand?"
"I got it."
Andy climbs down and sets the toys on the ground.
"Here," Andy picks up the dropped toy. "So, you gonna miss me when I'm gone?"
"If I say no, do I still get your room?"
"Nope."
"Then, yes. I'll miss you."
Andy takes the box to his mom's car. Molly begs him to help with toys outside in the backyard. He gives in. By the time he goes back upstairs, the bag is gone, and the attic is closed. Andy assumes his mother put it up for him. He moves on to other areas in his room. A little bit later his mom calls him.
"Andy! I'm going out to Sunnyside and a few other errands! I'll be back soon! Keep packing!"
"Okay mom!"
Andy continues packing, finding it easier to do now that he's in a rhythm. Mary comes over to help. She knocks on his opened door.
"Your mom said you were packing, but I didn't believe it," Mary smiles.
"Ha, ha," Andy fake laughs. "I had to do something. I thought you would come earlier."
Andy stuffs some books into his college box.
"Sorry. Isabella and Nolan needed help with their homework," Mary explains. "I'm here now though. Do you want help?"
"I'll always welcome help. Why don't you help sort? College stuff goes in the brown boxes. Attic stuff goes in trash bags by the door. Trash goes in the trash bags here by the bed. Anything you're not sure you can put on the bed."
"Seems simple enough. Why are you putting everything in the attic? Why not where Molly is? Won't that be your room when you're home?"
"My mom wants me to keep stuff in the attic while they're moving furniture when Molly moves in. Then I can set my room when I come back on break."
"I bet Molly is excited to get your room."
"I am!" Molly scares them by popping out of nowhere and banging against the door. "My room is so small! It's not fair Andy got the bigger room."
"Molly! Stay out of my room!" Andy complains.
"I'm not in your room," Molly sasses stepping a little back into the hall.
Mary tries not to laugh.
"It's just because Andy's older. Now you'll have many years to enjoy the space," Mary tries to diffuse the situation.
"Except she won't have pesky sisters to annoy her," Andy grumbles.
Molly sticks out her tongue.
"You two are going to miss each other," Mary points out.
"No way!" both deny.
Mary shakes her head.
"Mary, who gets your room?" Molly wonders.
"David is moving in once I leave," Mary replies.
"Cool. Think I could make it to his room from here?" Molly peers out.
"Never climb out that window or I'll know and tell mom," Andy threatens.
Molly rolls her eyes.
"Whatever," Molly loses interest and leaves.
Andy shuts the door.
"If only she knew how many times you've climbed out," Mary almost laughs.
"She'll never find out, will she?"
Mary shakes her head.
"My lips are sealed."
"Good, now are you going to help me or not?"
Mary grabs a bag and starts throwing away obvious trash around the room. Andy takes a break to eat dinner. He watches a bit of TV before going back to work. He's moved to his dresser. Trophies get put into a box for the attic, along with other memories to keep. Andy seals it up and wonders if his mom left room in the attic to just set the heavy box in. Andy opens the attic and climbs up. There's no trash bag in sight. Where are his toys? His mom comes up the stairs.
"Need help putting something up?" Emily inquires.
"Looking for something," Andy steps down with urgency in his voice. "Did you put a trash bag up here earlier?"
"No," Emily denies.
"I left it right here," Andy points. "To put up in the attic. They were my toys. Did you put them back in my room?"
Emily gasps, putting her hands to her mouth.
"I threw them out," Emily discloses.
"Mom," Andy's voice waivers, his hand coming up to his forehead.
"I'm so sorry honey," Emily moves closer. "I didn't know they were your toys. I saw them in the hall and thought…"
Emily places a hand on his shoulder. Andy holds back his tears.
"They were my childhood. I was going to save them for my kids. Like dad."
A few tears do escape from Emily.
"I can try to call the dump but," Emily sighs. "I doubt they'll be able to find them. I'm so, so sorry."
"It's okay mom," Andy turns away. "I'm just going to take a break from packing."
Emily nods.
"Of course. Get some sleep," Emily leaves him.
Later, Andy knocks on Mary's window. They sit on her window seat. Mary places a comforting hand on Andy's leg as he processes it.
"It's weird. I haven't played with them in years. Don't ever think I will again, but I feel sick now that they're gone. Not just because I want to save them, but because I spent my whole childhood playing with them. They mean everything to me."
"I'm sorry Andy. I know it's hard. And you're allowed to be upset, sad. But remember, you still have all those memories."
"What if I forget them?"
"You won't. Not if we keep talking about them. Remember the first day we met?"
Andy manages to smile.
"Vaguely," Andy teases.
"Well, I do. You were so excited to show them all to me. You lined them up and told me all their names and what they could do. Like Slinky, the built-in force field, attack dog. There was also Rex, the force field eating t-rex. Master criminals One-Eyed Bart and Evil Dr. Pork Chop, which I thought were hilarious names. You stole Bo Peep from Molly so I could play with her and her sheep. You just got Buzz for your birthday and showed me how he could fly and talk. Then there was Woody. You told me he was your dad's and one of your first toys. While everyone was busy around us, we played on the lawn. Your toys running from evil in the thick jungle of the grass. I mostly liked having Po Beep tend to her sheep, but you kept dragging me into your game. Eventually Po Beep became a guide that helped your heroes through and stop evil," Mary reminisces.
She looks Andy in the eye and sees he's crying.
"I'm sorry," Mary apologizes. "Did I make it worse?"
Andy shakes his head.
"No. You're right. I just have to remember all our times together."
"And you don't have to do it alone. I'll keep reminding you the times I remember."
"Thanks."
Andy hugs Mary. She's startled at first. It's the first they've had in a long time. Instead of painful memories, it gives her comfort.
"Of course."
They stay like that for a few moments before Andy pulls back feeling better.
"You know what else is weird?"
"What?"
"I know they're just toys, but I hope they know I didn't mean to throw them out. I hope they know how much they mean to me. That I thank them for my childhood. Weird, right?"
"Definitely," Mary jokes. "You should have at least put a thank you card in the bag with them."
"Maybe if I throw one away, they'll find it."
Mary laughs. The next day, Andy finishes sorting his room. It feels empty without all his stuff. Years of memories packed away or thrown out. Reality sinks in. Tomorrow he's leaving. Driving hours away from his family, from his friends. Thankfully, Mary will be there with him. He won't be completely lost. His mom makes his favorite for dinner, crying here and there about the big day. Another chapter of his life begins. While another is ending.
August 10th, 2007, Friday
Andy wakes up early to pack his car. Fitting it all in, he realizes how much stuff he's actually packed. There's barely enough room for him. Last box that will fit in the back goes in, his trunk door having to be pushed a few times to close. Emily, Molly, and Buster are outside too. Molly and Buster are playing, or at least Buster is barking at everything he sees drive by.
"Is that it, honey? You got everything?" Emily asks.
"Yeah, just a few more boxes in my room."
"I'll help."
The two walk back inside to Andy's room.
"Honey, you want some food for the road?"
"I'll get something on the way. Mr. Gibbs said we could pick up snacks at the gas station and have lunch somewhere."
"I'm so glad you're traveling together. Promise me you'll drive safe."
"I will."
There's silence. The end is coming.
"Did you say goodbye to Molly?" Emily wants to delay the inevitable.
They walk into his room.
"Mom," Andy laughs. "We've said goodbye like ten times."
Goodbyes hit both of them hard. There wasn't any arguing. Just goodbyes and hugs.
Emily gasps as she sees his nearly empty room for the first time. The memory of them moving in sets in. Seeing her little boy playing in the room with all his toys.
"Oh, Andy," Emily moves her hand to her chest.
Andy feels bad. She's taking it so hard. He places a hand on her shoulder.
"Mom, it's okay," Andy assures.
Emily places her hand over his.
"I know. It's just…" Emily turns, sniffling and pulling him into a hug. "I wish I could always be with you."
"You will be, Mom," Andy promises.
They stand there hugging. Emily squeezes him so he won't let go.
"Hey, aren't you gonna say goodbye to Buster?" Molly appears with Buster.
Emily wipes her eyes after they pull away.
"Of course, I am. Who's a good doggy?" Andy kneels down to pet Buster. "Who's a goody doggy? I'm gonna miss you. I'm gonna miss you."
Molly laughs as Buster rolls on to his back for tummy rubs.
"I'm gonna miss you," Andy repeats over and over.
Emily begins to laugh too.
"Good boy. He's telling you to go already," Molly jokes.
Emily looks at the time.
"Come on. Get the rest of your things," Emily encourages.
"Okay Buster," Andy stands. "Now don't let Molly near my stuff.
He kneels at the box on the ground. An address is written on a sticky note on top. Andy opens the box. His toys are inside!
"Hey," Andy chuckles.
A weight lifts on his chest. Happiness soaks in. His mother was able to find his toys after all. He picks up Rex and Buzz with a smile on his face. That's when he remembers the address. Is his mom suggesting he donate his toys? Maybe he should. They brought him so much happiness. They could bring another kid as much happiness. Would it be better than leaving them in the attic for years?
"Hey mom, so you really think I should donate these?" Andy thinks it over.
"It's up to you, honey. Whatever you wanna do," Emily isn't sure what he's referring to.
It's a hard decision, but ultimately, Andy decides they deserve to be played with again. The rest of the boxes are packed. Emily and Andy say more goodbyes with hugs. Mary comes outside with her car all packed up. She walks across the lawn.
"Hi Mrs. Davis. I'm going to miss having you right next door whenever I need something," Mary smiles.
"Call me anytime. And you're an adult now. Call me Emily," Emily asserts.
"I will. Thanks."
Emily steps forward and gives Mary a hug.
"Take care of yourself," Emily lowers her voice. "And of my Andy."
"Don't you worry. I will."
Emily steps back.
"I'll miss you too Mary. I can't believe you want to go to college with my brother," Molly feigns disgust.
"Hey!" Andy comes across as offended.
Mary laughs.
"I've been stuck with him for years. Don't think there's anything I can do now," Mary jests.
"You two are so mean when you gang up against me," Andy pouts.
"Aww, you poor thing," Mary wraps an arm around him. "How will I do it all on my own now?"
"I'll call so he can hear us both. You'll call, won't you?" Molly suddenly feels worried.
"Of course. And call me anytime. I'll answer if I can and call back if I can't right away. Enjoy seventh grade," Mary wishes. "It goes by in a flash."
"Don't remind me!" Emily tears up again.
She grabs Andy and lightly sobs. Andy groans.
"Look what you did," Andy glares.
"Oh what? Sorry I think someone is calling me," Mary backs away closer to her house.
"Wait a minute!"
Mary stops.
"I have to make a stop, drop off some toys. Can you guys wait?"
"Yeah. My dad had to go to work for a little bit. He'll be back in an hour or so."
"Text me if he comes back sooner."
Mary nods. Andy is able to pry his mother off and get into his car. They all wave until he's out of sight. Knowing the street is right around the corner, Andy compares the house numbers with the sticky note. He finds it and pulls up to the curb across the street. It's a yellow house with a white-picket fence. Andy takes the box and walks to the gate. He wonders if it'll be okay to just walk in even though it's closed. A voice gets his attention. A little girl is playing in the yard, surrounded by toys.
"Don't go in there! The bakery is haunted! Shush! Are you crazy? You'll wake up all the ghosts," the little girl switches voices with the different toys.
Andy silently laughs, remembering similar scenarios he used to play. He'd make his toys do the craziest of adventures.
"Look out! The ghosts are throwing pies!" the little girl starts to throw fake pies down. "Splat! Splat! Splat!"
She turns and notices him.
"Mom," the little girl grabs her toy closer, feeling scared.
A woman by the flowers looks up.
"Andy?" she recognizes.
"Hi."
Andy takes it as an invitation to come in.
"Wow, look at you. Well, I hear you're off to college," the woman takes him in.
"Yeah. Right now, actually."
"So, what can we do for you?"
"Uh, I have some toys here."
"Ooh. You hear that, Bonnie?"
Andy notices the little girl behind her mom's leg. He kneels down. Being reminded of Mary when they first met.
"So, you're Bonnie? I'm Andy. Someone told me you're really good with toys," Andy tries to come across as nice. "These are mine, but I'm going away now, so I need someone really special to play with them."
Andy sits down and opens the box. He pulls out Jessie first, thinking Bonnie might warm up to her.
"This is Jessie," Andy moves her arm. "The roughest, toughest cowgirl in the whole West. She loves critters, but none more than her best pal, Bullseye."
Andy pulls him out next and mimics neighing horse noises.
"Yee-haw!" Andy makes Jessie ride Bullseye.
He laughs at how much he's getting into it.
"Here," Andy holds them out for Bonnie.
She slowly moves forward and takes them. Andy pulls out Rex next.
"This is Rex, the meanest, most terrifying dinosaur who ever lived!" Andy roars twice.
Bonnies leans back before laughing and taking him. She sits down.
"The Potato Heads," Andy pulls them out next. "Mr. and Mrs. You gotta keep 'em together, 'cause they're madly in love."
Andy sets them down before pulling out Slinky.
"Now Slinky here is as loyal as any dog you could want," Andy pulls out Hamm and puts a coin inside. "And Hamm, he'll keep your money safe, but he's also one of the most dastardly villains of all time, evil Dr. Pork Chop."
He pushes them closer to Bonnie and grabs his aliens.
"These little dudes are from a strange alien world, Pizza Planet," Andy places them down and grabs Buzz, making him fly and mimic whooshing noises. "And this is Buzz Lightyear, the coolest toy ever! Look, he can fly and shoot lasers! He's sworn to protect the galaxy from the evil Emperor Zurg."
Andy demonstrates Buzz's features before handing him over. Bonnie presses one of his buttons.
"To infinity and beyond!"
"Now, you gotta promise to take good care of these guys. They mean a lot to me."
Andy almost regrets bringing them. Bonnie crawls over to the box and peeks inside.
"My cowboy!"
That confuses Andy. He looks inside to see Woody.
"Woody?" Andy picks him up. "What's he doing in there?"
"There's a snake in my boot," Bonnie voices.
"Wha–?"
Andy pulls his strings. Woody says just that. Bonnie giggles before reaching for him. On instinct, Andy pulls him back out of her reach. Not Woody. Bonnie puts her hand down, her face falling. Andy looks at Woody. He couldn't let him go, could he? How can he say no to this little girl. He has to let go.
"Now Woody, he's been my pal for as long as I can remember," Andy talks to Woody more than Bonnie. "He's brave, like a cowboy should be. And kind. And smart. But the thing that makes Woody special is he'll never give up on you. Ever. He'll be there for you, no matter what."
Andy looks at Bonnie.
"You think you can take care of him for me?"
Bonnie nods. Andy lets go.
"Okay then," Andy hands him over.
Bonnie is happy. Andy is just happy they'll all be together. Letting them go is harder than he thought. An idea to distract them comes to mind.
"Oh no!" Andy reaches for Hamm. "Dr. Pork Chop's attacking the haunted bakery!"
He mimics lasers.
"The ghosts are getting away!" Bonnie plays along. "Woody'll stop 'em!"
"Buzz Lightyear to the rescue!" Andy picks up Buzz and runs after Bonnie.
The two play. Both with Andy and Bonnie's toys. Andy is having more fun than he's had in a long time with them. The game eventually leads to all the toys being placed on the porch. Andy gets a call.
"Hey Andy! My dad and I are ready to leave? Where are you?"
"Oh," Andy slightly deflates. "I'm at the Andersons' house. I'll explain later."
"Want to meet at the gas station around the corner?"
"Sure. I'll see you in a bit."
Andy hangs up and takes a deep breath.
"I got to go. I see the toys will be in good hands. Keep taking care of them for me?"
Bonnie nods.
"Thank you," Andy turns to the woman. "Bye Mrs. Anderson. Thanks for letting me stay a bit."
"No problem. Good luck at college! Let Mary know we'd be happy for her to babysit over break if she comes back. You can too if you want."
"I will. And thanks."
"Bye Bonnie."
"Bye."
Andy leaves and walks to his car. He opens his door and waves goodbye. She waves before raising Woody's hand to wave. That hits Andy. He really feels as if Woody is saying goodbye. The separation will be hard, but he's happy knowing Bonnie will take good care of him. His toys can continue to play, and another girl can make new memories with them. Andy slides into his seat. Andy starts the car and looks at his toys one more time. He may never see them again, but they'll always have a special place in his heart.
"Thanks, guys."
He knows they'll never hear it, never know it being toys and all. Some reason, he has to say it. Has to let them know. Andy drives away. His toys are still with him where it counts.
Thank you for reading! Please Review!
So excited they're heading off to college! Things will be picking up in the next couple of chapters.
A couple things, high school European trips are real. My school did. And Angelina is a real place in Paris. I visited there on my trip. Really good desserts and hot chocolate! I don't own it though- not making any claims by adding it to my story.