Later that night, Nurse Joy forced everyone to bed at exactly ten o’clock, no exceptions. All the coordinators and blockers sighed, but guessed this was the price that had to be paid when being able to stay at some place for free.
May lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was so quiet, and the only night light was the one from the moon outside. It wasn’t big, but it was definitely bright, spreading over her like a second blanket. The white light outlined Drew’s covers, which was her top sheet, and made dark shadows in the crevasses. Shadows danced along the white walls as a wind outside tickled them awake. May turned her head and stared at Drew’s limp body, far away in a dream about something she couldn’t identify. She would miss waking him up early in the morning or racing him to the entrance of a town. She would even miss the bickering! May sat up. She turned herself to face Drew. He was still oblivious to her movement. She crept out of the covers and onto her knees next to the recliner. Drew still breathed peacefully, wrapped up in his dream. She ran her hand lightly over his side, from his shoulder to his hip. She then snapped her hand back.
“What am I doing?” May screamed in a whisper.
“Yeah, what are you doing?” Drew’s sleepy voice could be heard below her.
May snapped back against the bed.
“Um, er, um, nothing,” May tried.
If Drew found out she had pet him, she’d never hear the end of it. It had almost been as though her hand had a mind of its own, so curious.
“There has been something wrong with you since before dinner,” Drew stated, his eyes becoming narrow, “I want to know what it is.”
“It’s nothing, nothing at all!” May protested.
She was glad the darkness was covering her red face. The fact that her stomach kept flopping over didn’t help.
“What are you so worked up about?” Drew asked as he came down from the recliner and rested on his knees.
His purple jacket was no where to be found, as well as his shoes and socks.
“There’s nothing wrong!” May said again.
“Then why are you watching me sleep as if I’m dead?” Drew asked.
May’s stomach turned over again.
“It’s just that…well…” May tried to get it out.
The last thing she needed was Drew laughing at her over Becky.
“Becky told me that you said I was holding you back,” May said sadly, “And then I heard you guys talking. She said that it would be great if you guys traveled around and I was nothing, and you kept agreeing with her. She said-”
May was cut off. Drew had come up close and locked lips with her in a kiss. May sat frozen in shock. Whatever had come over him, it sure made her feel better. It reassured that what Becky had said was all a lie, and no one would ever take her place. No one. Soon, after what seemed like forever in a grasp, Drew let go. He backed up to the recliner, trying to hide the fact his heart was hammering. Unfortunately for May, she didn’t have that skill, and sat there, dumbfounded.
“Now get some sleep, and stop being so retarded,” Drew ended the moment, "The contest is tomorrow."
May snapped to attention as Drew once again made himself comfortable in the recliner and fell asleep, his back to her. How could he just walk off like nothing happened? May decided it too late to dwell on. Some things about Drew should just be kept in a mystery. May picked herself up and plopped onto the bed. She lay there, again, staring at the ceiling…but this time, touching her lips and remembering the amazing feeling in a smile.