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Minho (Shinee), Nickhun (2PM), Tiffany

Day 5999

Yesterday was awful. The minute I woke up, I knew something was wrong. Something chemical. The body I inhabited yesterday was the body of an addict.

It’s always hard. I don’t want to eat the pills, but the body demands it. The body has its own mind. The body whispers, don’t you want to stop it?

                But I try to hold on. Every time.

                Almost there, I tell myself.

                There is only one way out of this, the body tells me.

                At that point, I don’t know if it means drugs or death.

                The body might not even care.

The body wanted to sleep, so I let it.

My mind is thoroughly wrung out because of yesterday, but I can tell Minho has gotten a good night’s sleep.

                Minho’s a good guy. Everything in his room is in order. Even though it’s only Saturday morning, he’s already done his homework for the weekend. He’s set his alarm for 8 o’clock, not wanting the day to go to waste. He was probably in bed by 10.

                I go on his computer and check my email, making sure to write myself some notes about the last few days, so I can remember them. Then I log in to Tyler’s email and find out there’s a party tonight at some kid named Nick. Nick’s address is only a Google search away. I map it out and find that it’s only a ninety-minute drive.

                It looks like Minho might be going to a party tonight.

First, I must convince his parents.

                His mother interrupts me when I’m back on my own email, rereading what I wrote about the day with Jessica. I very quickly shut the window, and oblige when she tells me that today is not computer day, and that I’m to come down for breakfast.

                I very quickly discover that Minho’s parents are a very nice couple who make it very clear that their niceness shouldn’t be challenged or pressed.

                “Can I borrow the car?” I ask. “The school musical is tonight, and I would like to go see it.”

                “Have you done your homework?”

                I nod.

                “And you’ll be back by midnight?”

                I nod. I decide to not mention to them that if I’m not back by midnight, I’ll be ripped from my current body. I don’t think they’d find that reassuring.

                It’s clear that they won’t need the car tonight. They are the type of parents who don’t believe in having a social life. They have television instead.

                After I’m done doing all the chores all day and have had family dinner, I’m good to go.

The party starts at 7, but I know I have to show up at least at 9 to be able to hide my presence. But if it turns out to be only a dozen of kids, then I’d have to turn back around. Because that wouldn’t seem like a Tyler’s kind of party.

                Minho’s kind of party, maybe. This guy doesn’t even do much outside of school. He has a few friends but that’s pretty much it. He gave up on sports after the little league ended. But still, his build is the build of an athlete.

                Oh – and he never had anything stronger than beer which he has had once, during Father’s Day.

                And normally, I would take these parameters. Normally, I would stay in Minho’s safe zone.

                But not today. Not with a chance of seeing Jessica again.

                I remember yesterday, and how the trail that got me through the darkness seemed to be attached to her. It’s as if when you love someone, they become your reason. And maybe I have it backward, maybe it’s just because I need a reason that I find myself falling in love with her. But maybe that’s not it, either.

                Now, I’m letting myself hijack these other lives for a day. I’m not staying in the parameters. Even if that’s dangerous.

I’m at Nick’s house by 8, but Tyler’s car is nowhere in sight. In fact, there aren’t many cars out in the front. So I wait. After a while, people start arriving. Even though I’ve just spent a day and a half at their school, I don’t recognize any of them. They were all peripheral.

                Finally, just after 9:30, Tyler’s car pulls up. Jessica’s with him, as I’d hoped she’d be. As they head in, he walks a little bit in front, with her a little behind. I get out of the car and follow them inside.

                No one is at the door to stop unknown guests. The early ones are well past the point of drunkenness, and everyone else is quickly catching up. And I know I look out of place – Minho’s wardrobe is more suited to a debate tournament than a Saturday-night house party. But nobody really cares; they’re too caught up in each other or themselves to notice a random geek in their midst.

                The lights are dim, the music is loud, and Jessica is hard to find. But just the fact that I’m in the same place as her has me nervously exhilarated.

                Tyler’s in the kitchen with some guys. He looks comfortable in his element. He finishes a bottle of beer, and goes for another.

I push past him, push through the living room and find myself in the den. The minutes I step in the room, I know she’s here. Even though the music is blaring, she’s over at the CD collection, thumbing through cases. Two girls are talking nearby, and I have a sense that at one point she was a part of their conversation, then decided to drop out.

                I walk over and see that one of the CD’s she’s looking at has a song we listened to on our car ride.

                “I really like them,” I say, gesturing to the CD. “Do you?”

                She startles, as if this is a quiet room and I’m a su