The Last Song

"Don't let me stop you. I'd hate for you to be out a dollar."

Will turned away, and after zeroing in on the rim, he sent the ball arcing toward the basket. It bounced off the rim and backboard before dropping in. That was one. Two more and he'd actually win a prize.

As the ball rolled back, the carnival worker sneaked a glance at Ashley. Ashley, meanwhile, hadn't seemed to have even noticed the worker's presence.

When the ball rolled down the net and back to Will, he picked it up again and glanced at the carnival worker. "Has anyone won today?"

"Of course. Lots of winners every day." He continued to stare at Ashley as he answered. No surprise there. Everyone always noticed Ashley. She was like a flashing neon sign for anyone with an ounce of testosterone.

Ashley took another step forward, pirouetted, and leaned against the booth. She smiled at Will again. Ashley had never been one for subtlety. After being crowned homecoming queen, she'd worn the tiara all night.

"You played well today," she said. "And your serve has gotten a lot better."

"Thanks," Will answered.

"I think you're almost as good as Scott."

"No way," he said. Scott had been playing volleyball since he was six; Will had taken up the game only after his freshman year. "I'm quick and I can jump, but I don't have the complete game Scott does."

"I'm just telling you what I saw."

Focusing on the rim, Will exhaled, trying to relax before shooting the ball. It was the same thing his coach had always told him to do at the free-throw line, not that it ever seemed to improve his percentage. This time, though, the ball swished through the net. Two for two.

"What are you going to do with the stuffed animal if you win?" she asked.

"I don't know. Do you want it?"

"Only if you want me to have it."

He knew she wanted him to offer it to her as opposed to asking him for it. After two years together, there were few things he didn't know about her. Will grabbed the ball, exhaled again, and took his final shot. This one, however, was a touch too hard, and the ball bounced off the back rim.

"That was close," the worker said. "You should try again."

"I know when I'm beat."

"Tell you what. I'll take a dollar off. Two dollars for three shots."

"That's all right."

"Two dollars and I'll let both of you take three shots." He grabbed the ball, offering it to Ashley. "I'd love to see you give it a try."

Ashley stared at the ball, making it obvious she'd never even contemplated such an idea. Which she probably hadn't.

"I don't think so," Will said. "But thanks for the offer." He turned toward Ashley. "Do you know if Scott is still around?"

"He's at the table with Cassie. Or at least that's where they were when I went to find you. I think he likes her."

Will headed in that direction, Ashley right beside him.

"So we were talking," Ashley said, sounding almost casual, "and Scott and Cassie thought it might be fun to head over to my place. My parents are in Raleigh for some event with the governor, so we'd have the place to ourselves."

Will had known this was coming. "I don't think so," he said.

"Why not? It's not like anything exciting is happening around here."

"I just don't think it's a good idea."

"Is it because we broke up? It's not like I want us to get back together."

Which was why you came to the tournament, he thought. And got dressed up tonight. And came to find me. And suggested going to your place, since your parents aren't home.

But he didn't say those things. He wasn't in the mood to argue, nor did he want to make things any harder than they already were. She wasn't a bad person; she just wasn't for him.

"I've got to be at work early tomorrow morning, and I spent all day playing volleyball in the sun," he offered instead. "I just want to go to sleep."

She grabbed his arm, bringing him to a stop. "Why don't you take my calls anymore?"

He said nothing. There was really nothing he could say.

"I want to know what I did wrong," she demanded.

"You didn't do anything wrong."

"Then what is it?"

When he didn't answer, she gave him a beseeching smile. "Just come over and we'll talk about it, okay?"

He knew she deserved an answer. The only problem was that it was an answer she wouldn't want to hear.

"Like I said, I'm just tired."

"You're tired," Scott bellowed. "You told her you were tired and you wanted to go to sleep?"

"Something like that."

"Are you insane?"

Scott stared at him across the table. Cassie and Ashley had long since headed up the pier to talk, no doubt dissecting everything Will had said to Ashley, adding unnecessary drama to a situation that probably should have remained private. With Ashley, though, there was always drama. He had the sudden sense that the summer was going to be a long one.

"I am tired," Will said. "Aren't you?"

"Maybe you didn't hear what she was suggesting. Me and Cassie, you and Ashley? Her parents' place at the beach?"

"She mentioned it."

"And we're still here because...?"

"I already told you."

Scott shook his head. "No... see, that's where you lose me. You use the 'I'm tired' excuse on your parents when they want you to wash the car, or when they tell you to get up so you can make it to church. Not when it comes to an opportunity like this."

Will said nothing. Though Scott was only a year younger--he'd be a senior at Laney High School in the fall--he often acted as if he were Will's older and wiser brother.

Except that night at the church...

"See that guy over there at the basketball booth? Now him, I get. He stands there all day trying to get people to play the game so he can earn a little money and buy himself some beer and cigarettes at the end of his shift. Simple. Uncomplicated. Not my kind of life, but one I can understand. But you, I don't get. I mean... did you see Ashley tonight? She's gorgeous. She looks like that chick in Maxim."

"And?"

"My point is, she's hot."

"I know. We were together for a couple of years, remember?"

"And I'm not saying you have to get back together with her. All I'm suggesting is that the four of us head over to her place, have some fun, and see what happens."

Scott leaned back in his seat. "And by the way? I still don't understand why you broke up with her in the first place. It's obvious she's still into you, and you two always seemed perfect together."

Will shook his head. "We weren't perfect together."

"You've said that before, but what does that mean? Is she, like... psycho or something when you two are alone? What happened? Did you find her standing over you with a butcher knife, or did she howl at the moon when you went to the beach?"

"No, nothing like that. It just didn't work out, that's all."

"It just didn't work out," Scott repeated. "Can you even hear yourself?"

When Will showed no signs of relenting, Scott leaned across the table. "C'mon, man. Do this for me, then. Live a little. It's summer vacation. Take one for the team."

"Now you sound desperate."

"I am desperate. Unless you agree to go with Ashley tonight, Cassie won't go with me. And we're talking about a girl who's ready to 'Romance the Stone.' She wants to 'Free Willy.'"

"I'm sorry. But I can't help you."

"Fine. Ruin my life. Who cares, right?"

"You'll survive." He paused. "You hungry?"

"A little," Scott grumbled.

"C'mon. Let's get some cheeseburgers."

Will got up from the table, but Scott continued to pout. "You need to practice digging," he said, referring to the earlier volleyball games. "You were sending the ball in every direction. It was all I could do to keep us in the games."

"Ashley told me I was as good as you are."

Scott snorted and pushed up from the table. "She doe

sn't know what she's talking about."

After standing in line for their food, Will and Scott moved to the condiment stand, where Scott drenched his burger in ketchup. It squeezed out the sides as Scott put the bun back on.

"That's disgusting," Will commented.

"So get this. There was this guy named Ray Kroc and he started this company called McDonald's. Ever heard of it? Anyway, on his original hamburger--in many ways the original American hamburger, mind you--he insisted that ketchup be added. Which should tell you how important it is to the overall taste."