Another Day (Every Day 2)

Love,

A

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Annapolis is far. Not too far, but far. Especially if there’s no way to know if I’ll get to see him.

I do not have the energy to chase around after someone else.

And I have something else I want to do.

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Justin texts around eleven. I’m guessing he’s just woken up. And I’m scared that he hasn’t, because then he might have seen me close to his house.

What are you doing? he asks now.

Just some things, I type back. See you later?

He lets that hang for a good ten minutes before answering, Sure.

Awesome, I reply.

I have to be careful here.

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Annapolis, I keep thinking as I drive.

But I take a different turn.

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It’s as I’m walking up the front steps that I realize how ridiculous I must look. It seemed like a good idea when it was just an idea. As an actual thing that I am doing, it’s on the sillier side of sane.

There aren’t camera crews or anything outside. No reporters. No one to notice the girl with the bag over her shoulder as she heads to the front door.

I just need to know. It will only take a minute. I’m sure of it.

He has to be the one to answer the door. It’s a Saturday, so anyone could be home.

I ring the bell and take a breath. I keep rehearsing in my head.

Then the door opens and it’s him.

Same awkward body. Same messy black hair. No tie.

And no recognition in his eyes.

“Can I help you?” he asks.

I give him a second to look at me. Really look at me.

I am the girl you danced with.

I am the girl who was with you that night.

You sang for me.