Thirst No. 3: The Eternal Dawn

by Christopher Pike

  I had officially met Daniel after a high school play in which he played the lead. I have an incredible memory for facts, but I cannot remember what the play was about. That says a lot. He blew me away, and he wasn’t even that great. He had forgotten several lines, and he’d been totally miscast. None of that mattered, though. He just had to strut around up there under the lights, and I felt I just had to go backstage afterward and commend him on his artistry. Of course, Jo had to drag me kicking and screaming to his dressing room. I was sort of shy, sometimes.

  Since we went to the same school and were in the same grade, I naturally knew of him before we met after the play. I would like to record for posterity that the reverse was also true, that he had noted with approval my existence the four years we had spent together at Hazzard High. But the first thing he asked when Jo introduced us was if I was new to the area. What a liar. He didn’t want me to think I was too cute.

  But he asked me out, and that was the bottom line. He asked me out right there in front of his dressing room with Jo standing two feet away with her mouth uncharacteristically closed. Later, it seemed so amazing to me that I wondered if Jo hadn’t set it all up beforehand. But she swore to the day I died that it wasn’t so. . . .

  I must talk about his dashing body. It was smooth and hard. It had great lines, like a great race car. Except Daniel wasn’t red. He was tan. He hugged the road when he moved. He had legs, he had hips. He had independent rear suspension. We used to make out all the time in his bedroom with the music on real loud. And then, one warm and lustful evening, two weeks before Beth’s birthday party, we took off our clothes and almost had sex.

  I loved to think about sex. I could fantasize six hours a day and not get tired, even if I was repeating the same fantasy with only slight variations. I was a master of slight variations. But one can think too much. When we got naked together in bed, things did not go well. Daniel couldn’t . . . Oh, this will sound crude if I say it, so I’ll say instead that I shouldn’t have overdone it comparing him to my Ferrari. Yet, in a sense, he was as fast as the car. I left the room a virgin.

  He was so embarrassed. I didn’t understand why. I was going to give him another fifty chances. I wasn’t going to tell anyone. I didn’t tell anyone, not really. Maybe Jo, sort of. But she couldn’t have told anyone else and had enough details to sound like she knew what she was talking about. Unless she had added details of her own.

  Daniel and I had other things in common, other things we liked to do together. We both enjoyed going to movies, to the beach, out to eat. That may not sound like a lot, but when you’re in high school, it often seems like that’s all there is.

  Anyway, when I went outside to welcome Daniel, he was in ecstasy. He had turned on the light in the garage and was pacing around the car and kicking the tires like guys are fond of doing when they see a hot set of wheels. I didn’t mind. He had on white pants and a rust-colored leather coat that went perfectly with his head of thick brown hair.

  “Did you have it on the freeway today, Shar?” he asked.

  “Yeah, but I didn’t push it. They told me to break it in slowly over the first thousand miles.”

  “This baby could go up to one forty before it would begin to sweat.” He popped open the driver’s door and studied the speedometer. “Do you know how many grand this set your dad back?”

  “He wouldn’t tell me. Do you know how many?”

  Daniel shook his head. “Let’s just say he could have bought you a house in the neighborhood for the same money.” He went to climb inside. “Are you ready to go? Can I drive?”

  “We can’t take it. Amanda Parish is here, and she’s riding with us. And we have to pick up Jo.”

  Although Joanne had introduced the two of us, Daniel didn’t like her. It would be hard to pinpoint specifically what she did that bothered him, other than that he was a boy and she had a tendency to make the male species as a whole feel inferior.

  I had no idea what he thought of Amanda.

  He showed a trace of annoyance. “You didn’t tell me.”

  “I didn’t know until a little while ago.” The Ferrari had no backseat. “We can go for a drive in it tomorrow.”

  He shut the door, sort of hard, and I jumped slightly. To be entirely truthful, I never felt entirely comfortable around Daniel. He strode toward me and gave me a hug. His embraces were always unexpected.

  “Hi,” he said.

  “Hi.”

  He kissed me. He wasn’t an expert at lovemaking, but he had a warm mouth. He also had strong arms. As they went around me, I could feel myself relaxing and tensing at the same time. I didn’t know if other girls felt the same way when their boyfriends embraced them. But when his kisses grew hard and deep, I didn’t mind.

  “Oh, sorry,” we heard behind us a minute or so later. Daniel let go, and I whirled. There was Amanda, as pretty and as unprepared as when I walked in on her in the upstairs bathroom. Her big eyes looking down, she turned to leave.

  “No, it’s OK,” I said, taking a step toward her, only mildly embarrassed. “We should be leaving. Stay here. I’ll go say goodbye to Jimmy and Mother Mary. Be back in a moment.”

  Amanda stopped. “What did you say?”

  I suddenly realized I’d brought up Jimmy. “If Jimmy’s awake,” I said quickly, the remark sounding thin in my own ears. “He was asleep a few minutes ago.”

  Amanda stared at me a moment. Then she muttered, “Say hello for me.”

  “Sure.”

  Jimmy was awake when I peeked in his door. He motioned me to come and sit on his bed. His computer screen was still on, and, as always, I found the faint green light hard on my eyes.

  “Why don’t you just turn it off ?” I asked, gesturing to the CRT.

  He smiled faintly, his muscular arms folded across his smooth chest, his eyes staring off into space. He was in a different mood now—more contemplative. “I might wake in the night inspired.”

  “The way you get around in your sleep, you wouldn’t have to wake up.”

  “I was dreaming about you before I bumped into you in the hall.”

  “Oh? Tell me about it?”

  He had just opened the window above his bed, and a cool breeze touched us both. Later, I thought it might have been the breath of the Grim Reaper. It was a warm night. Jimmy closed his eyes and spoke softly.

  “We were in a strange place. It was like a world inside a flower. I know that sounds weird, but I don’t know how else to describe it. Everything was glowing. We were in a wide-open space, like a field. And you were dressed exactly as you are now, in those jeans and that shirt. You had a balloon in your hand that you were trying to blow up. No, you had blown it up partway, and you wanted me to blow it up the rest of the way. You tried to give it to me. You had tied a string to it. But I didn’t catch the string right or something, and it got away. We watched it float way up in the sky. Then you began to cry.”

  Far away, toward the front of the house, I heard Daniel start his car. He wasn’t a good one to keep waiting. But suddenly, I didn’t feel like going to Beth’s party. I just wanted to sit and talk with my brother until he fell asleep. I pulled his sheet up over his chest. The breeze through the open window was getting chilly now.

  “Why was I crying?” I asked.

  “Because the balloon got away.”

  “What color was it?”

  “I don’t know. Brown, I think.”

  “Everything’s brown to you! What was so special about the balloon?”

  He opened his eyes and smiled at me. For a moment I thought he was going to ask me about Amanda again. I felt grateful when he didn’t. “I don’t know.” He paused. “Will you be out late?”

  “Not too late.”

  “Good.”

  “What’s the matter?”

  He thought a moment. “Nothing. I’m just tired.” He squeezed my hand. “Have fun.”

  I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. “Sweet dreams, brother.”

  He close
d his eyes, and it seemed to me he was trying to picture my balloon a little more clearly so maybe he could answer my question about it a little better. But all he said was, “Take care, sister.”

  People. When you say goodbye to them for the last time, you’d expect it to be special, never mind that there’s never any way to know for sure you’re never going to see them again. In that respect, I would have to say I am thankful, at least, that my brother and I got to talk one last time before I left for the party. But when I got downstairs, Daniel was blowing his horn, and Mrs. Parish was vacuuming the dining room. I barely had a chance to poke my head in on her as I flew out the door.

  “We’re going,” I called.

  Mrs. Parish leaned over as if she was in pain and turned off the vacuum. “Did you bring a sweater?” she asked, taking a breath.

  “Nah! I’ve got my boyfriend to keep me warm!”

  She laughed at my nerve. “Take care, Shari.”

  “I will,” I promised.

  But I lied. And those little white lies, they catch up with you eventually. Or maybe they just get away from you, like a balloon in the wind.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  CHRISTOPHER PIKE is a bestselling author of young adult novels. The Thirst series, The Secret of Ka, and the Remember Me and Alosha trilogies are some of his favorite titles. He is also the author of several adult novels, including Sati and The Season of Passage. Thirst and Alosha are slated to be released as feature films. Pike currently lives in Santa Barbara, where it is rumored he never leaves his house. But he can be found online at christopherpikebooks.com.