This what comes from not being able to sleep and having something on your mind from the scene you wrote the night before: you’re up early and you’re adding a hundred words before you forgot something. And the killer is, I think I forgot something else, so maybe it’ll come to me later. Or not. If not, I’m happy with how it is now, because it addressed an important point that needed to get covered.
Here we are with Annie and Kerry alone at last–really alone, not just sleeping on a sofa or deck chair somewhere, but totally alone–and doing–what? Snogging away? Well . . . you’d be surprised.
All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
Annie emerged from the bathroom with her folded clothes in her hands, her favorite towel wrapped around her head drying her hair, and her favorite long blue robe wrapped around matching silk pajamas. She quickly surveyed the room: television on but sound turned down low; Kerry in his lounging pajamas sitting on the bed right side of the bed, head turned to the left as he stared out the window; his hands folded in his lap and his legs crossed at the ankles.
She stopped and open the drawer where she’d placed her unpacked clothes. He’s thinking. He has something on his mind and he’s wondering how he should tell me. She noticed the tee shirt and jeans he wore from Salem laying across his luggage. Annie half turned and looked over her shoulder. “Dear, are you going to put your clothes away?”
He snapped out of wherever he was and returned to reality. “Oh, yeah: sure.” He hopped off the bed, quickly folded his jeans and shirt, and placed them in the drawers where he was keeping his clothing. “Sorry about that. I can be a bit of a slob sometimes.”
“It’s okay. It’s just . . .” Annie turned and walked slowly towards him. “I’m used to doing things a certain way, and this is the first time in my life I’ve had to share a living space with someone who’s not my family.” She turned her head slightly to the right and grinned. “Not that I’m complaining.”
“I’m not either.” Kerry crawled back onto the bed and rested against the headboard. “You just need to . . . teach me. Is that it?”
“I don’t know that I would have to do a lot of teaching.” Annie almost jokingly said, “train you,” but realized that would probably come across as sounding too mean. “But we would have to get use to living with each other at some point . . .” She glanced at the television. “Are you watching this?”
It’s already been mentioned that it looks like Annie will “wear the pants in the family,” and she certainly isn’t gonna deal with Kerry leaving his clothes laying around. Like she says she’s not used to being around someone who’s not here family, and it’s even more difficult considering she has no siblings. But she has Kerry, and . . . she’s certainly not gonna let him mess up her living space! Sure, she called him “Dear,” but you can almost hear the tone in her voice when she said it . . .
And since she’s asking if he’s watching TV, that means she has other ideas . . .
He shook his head. “Not really. I just wanted something on for background noise.”
“Would you mind if I put on some music?”
“Not at all.” Kerry held his left hand over the remote on the nightstand next to him and levitated it to Annie. “Put on whatever you like.”
Annie plucked the remote out of the air and brought up the cable guide. She found a music channel and brought it up before levitating the remote to a spot next to the television. She stepped back as she listened to the song that was finishing. “Can I turn it up a little?”
Kerry nodded. “Go ahead.”
Given Kerry’s musical tastes, one has to wonder if he’s inwardly grimacing at the thought of what Annie’s gonna put on. Probably not, because by now he’d know what she likes, and he’d also know their tastes are wildly different.
Annie does find something she likes, and we get to see her doing something that hasn’t happened all that much in the story: we get to see her acting like a twelve year old girl . . .
Annie waved at the television: the sound bar illuminated and went up five point. A new song began, and Annie bounced with joy. “Oh, I love this.” She moved into the open space between the bed and the bathroom and began dancing as she removed her bathrobe and set it on a nearby chair, humming and singing along with the tune the whole time.
As the song segued into the chorus Annie faced Kerry and sang along. “Hey I just met you/And this is crazy/But here’s my number/So call me maybe.” She performed a quick spin and pointed at him. “It’s hard to look/Right at you baby/But here’s my number/So call me maybe.” She laughed as she sprinted and leapt at the bad, turning in mid-air so that when she landed, she fell backwards against Kerry’s right side. She pushed herself straight back into the space between his right arm and torso and got comfortable. “Are you gonna call me?”
He laughed along. “Do I have a choice? I’ve never seen you dance around like that before.”
“You’ve never seem me at the lake house when I’m alone and the music is on.” She twisted her feet back and forth. “I would bet anything you’ve never heard that song before, either.”
“I’ve heard of it, but . . .” He nodded. “That’s the first time I’ve heard it played.”
So there you have it: Annie likes popular pop music, and she’ll even dance and sing to it when she’s alone. And, I have it on good authority from someone who knows Annie probably even better than me that were she to have a theme song, it would be Call Me Maybe. After all, it is about love at first sight, and Annie’s all about that.
But I loved having her sing and dance and getting her hand motions down, and in the end launching herself onto the bed, laughing the whole while. She’s relaxed and happy, and she’s finally cutting loose a little. And both kids are noticing things . . .
Annie reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. “I like that you changed the color back.”
He chuckled. “I was getting tired of seeing blond all the time.”
“So was I. I love my Ginger Hair Boy.”
“I figured as longer as I change it to blond before going out I’m okay.” Kerry focused on Annie’s feet. “Is that a new polish?”
“Yes, it is.” Annie always liked that Kerry took notice of her nail polish. She’d started doing her fingernails last year, and this summer before coming to Salem—mostly because she wanted something to take her mind off not seeing Kerry in her dreams and the upcoming school year—she started giving herself pedicures. Since then she’d been doing her nails a couple of times a month, and always made sure to show Kerry because he seemed to like them polished. “My mother gave it to me for Yule.”
“That’s a—what? Metallic gray?”
“Yes. It’s from Butter London. It’s called Chimney Sweep.” She flashed her fingers. “See? I match.”
“I saw you did them this morning.” Kerry noticed that Annie always found time in the morning or at night to do her nails—more than likely using some kind of localized time spell to dry them quickly. Since he’d been with her last night and hadn’t noticed the polish, he figured she did them early in the morning. “I like it.”
“I like it, too.” She crossed her arms across here waist and settled back into Kerry’s arms. “What’s on your mind?”
She notices his hair, and he notices her polish. We learn for the first time that Annie does her nails, going the mani-pedi route, and Kerry likes seeing them painted. Oh, and the polish Annie’s wearing? It’s real. Maybe not then, but it is now. I’m sure there was something similar to it if it wasn’t around, but allowed a little authoritative licence, okay?
This gets to the last order of business: what’s on Kerry’s mind. And he tells her–
Kerry loved feeling Annie in his arms, and given that there was no possibility of anyone walking in on them, or overhearing what they were discussing, he felt more relaxed that normal. “I was thinking—”
“I’m the only eleven year old boy in the world sitting in a hotel room alone with the twelve year old girl who could end up being his wife.”
“Could be?” The grin on Annie’s face was huge as she looked upward so she could see Kerry. “And this doesn’t bother you?”
“Not at all?”
He kissed her on the cheek. “I wouldn’t have thought about it if it was.”
Pretty strange thing to think about: Hey, I’m sitting on a bed with the girl who could be my wife. Yeah, his mind is getting wrapped around that idea, and he’s getting comfortable with the notion, and Annie’s happy that he’s comfortable. Nothing to hide there any longer, so just go with it.
But that’s not the real thing–
Though she was happy to hear this news, it wasn’t what Kerry had been considering earlier. “But that’s not all that’s on your mind—what were you thinking when entered the room?”
“Oh—that.” He pulled Annie tighter. “I figured out our last dream.”
And that’s where I ended everything off, last night and this morning, with Kerry saying he figured out their last shared dream. Did he?
Well . . . you’ll find out.