so I was overthinking this whole sneaking-out thing.
I bit down on my bottom lip, thought about it for a moment. When I noticed Bray about to start running that mouth of hers again, I tossed one leg over the windowsill and hopped outside, landing in a smooth, crouched position, which I was quite proud of.
Bray grinned, grabbed my hand, and pulled me along with her away from my house.
Admittedly, I thought of the fly swatter all the way back to the pond in the pasture.
Elias
Bray was so free-spirited, she didn’t seem to have a worry in the world. I noticed this about her the moment we reached the outskirts of the pasture and she broke away from me and ran out toward it. Her arms were raised high above her head, as if she was reaching for the stars. Her laughter was infectious, and I found myself laughing right along with her as I ran behind her. We jumped off the end of the little rickety dock and hit the water with a loud splash. She didn’t even stop to take off her flip-flops, nor I my shirt, beforehand.
We swam for a while, and I splashed her in the face every chance I got, until she finally had enough and swam back to the dock.
“Have you ever kissed a girl before?” Bray asked, taking me by surprise.
I glanced nervously at her to my left; we both moved our feet back and forth in the water.
“No. Have you?”
Her shoulder bumped against mine hard, and she giggled and made a horrible face at me.
“No way. I wouldn’t kiss a girl. Talk about gross.”
I laughed, too. Really, I didn’t realize what I had said until after she pointed it out; I was too blindsided by the kissing topic to notice. But I played it off smoothly as though I was just being weird.
“I’ve never kissed a boy,” she said.
There was an awkward bout of silence. Mostly the awkwardness was coming from me, I was sure. I swallowed and looked out at the calm water. Every now and then I heard a random firework pop off in the distance somewhere. And the song of crickets and frogs surrounded us.
Not knowing what to say, or if I was supposed to say anything at all, I finally added, “Why not?”
“Why not what?”
“Why haven’t you kissed a boy before?”
She looked at me suspiciously. “Why haven’t you kissed a girl before?”
I shrugged. “I dunno. I just haven’t.”
“Well, maybe you should.”
“Why?”
“I dunno.”
Silence. We stared out at the water together, both of us with our hands braced against the dock’s edge, our bodies slumped between our shoulders, our feet moving steadily in the water and pushing poetic ripples outward across the surface.
I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, right next to the corner of her mouth.
She blushed and smiled, and I knew my face must’ve been bright red, but I didn’t care and I didn’t regret it.
I wanted to do it again.
Next thing I knew, Bray jumped up from the dock and ran back out into the pasture.
“Fireflies!” she shouted.
I stood up and watched her run away from me beneath the dark star-filled sky and she grew smaller and smaller. Hundreds of little green-yellow dots of light blinked off and on out in the wide-open space.
“Come on, Elias!” Her voice carried my name on the wind.
I knew I’d never forget this night. I couldn’t have understood why back then, but something within me knew. I would never forget it.
I ran out after her.
“We should’ve brought a jar!” She kept reaching out her hands, trying to catch one of the fireflies, but she was always a second too late.
On my third try, I caught one and held it carefully in the hollow of both hands so that I wouldn’t crush it.
“Oh, you got one! Let me see!”
I held my hands out slowly and Bray looked inside the tiny opening between my thumb and index finger. Every few seconds my hand would light up with a dull glow and then fade again.
“So pretty,” she said, wide-eyed.
“Just like you,” I said, though I had no idea what made me say that. Out loud, anyway.
Bray just smiled at me and looked back down into my hand.
“OK, let it go,” she said. “I don’t want it to die.”
I opened my hands and held them up, but the firefly just stayed there crawling across the ball of my thumb. I leaned in to blow on it and its tiny black wings finally sprang to life and it flew away into the darkness.
Bray and I spent the whole night in the field chasing the fireflies and laying on the grass, staring up at the stars. She told me all about her sister, Rian, and how she was a snob and was always mean to Bray. I told her about my parents, because I didn’t have any brothers or sisters. She said I was lucky. We talked forever, it seemed. We may have been young, but we connected deeply on that night. I knew we would be great friends, even better friends than Mitchell and I had been, and I had known him since first grade, when he had tried to con me out of my peach cup at lunch.
And before the night was over, we made a pact with each other that would later prove to see us through some very troubled times.
“Promise we’ll always be best friends,” Bray said, lying next to me. “No matter what. Even if you grow up ugly and I grow up mean.”
I laughed. “You’re already mean!”
She elbowed me.
“And you’re already ugly,” she said with a blush in her cheeks.
I gave in, though really I needed no convincing. “OK, I promise.”
We gazed back up at the stars; her fingers were interlaced and her hands rested on her belly.
I had no idea what I was getting into with Brayelle Bates. I didn’t know about such things when I was nine. I didn’t know. But I would never regret a moment with her. Never.
Bray and I were found early the following morning, fast asleep in the grass. We were awoken by three cops; Mr. Parson, who owned the land; and my frantic mother, who thought I had been kidnapped from my room, stuffed in a suitcase, and thrown on the side of a highway somewhere.
“Elias! Oh dear God, I thought you were gone!” She scooped me into her arms and squeezed me so tight I thought my eyeballs were going to burst out of the sockets. She pulled away, kissed me on the forehead, embarrassing the crap out of me, and then squeezed me again.
Bray’s mom and dad were there, too.
“Have you been out here all night with him?” Bray’s dad asked with a sharp edge in his voice.
My mom immediately went into defensive mode. She stood up the rest of the way with me and wrapped one arm around the front of me, pressing my head against her stomach.
“That daughter of yours,” my mom said, and already I was flinching before she finished, “she has a mouth on her. My son would never have snuck out unless he was influenced.”
Oh geez…
I sighed and threw my head back against her.
“Mom, I—”