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Drive

... parents second hand through Alice. He had plenty of opportunities to bring it up before but never had, preferring to chat with her about her favorite bands and upcoming shows instead.

"What do you think about me moving away?" Heather asked.

Gil hesitated. He felt sad that his twins were losing such a good influence, happy that she had turned two years of grinding at community college into her pick of universities, proud because she was a young woman just getting started on what was going to be an amazing life.

"I'm happy and sad," Gil admitted, leaving it at that.

"Me too," Heather agreed. "I don't think I'm going to miss home at all, but there are some things I will miss a lot."

"Oh yeah, what's that, kiddo?"

"Well, first of all is the shows."

Gil had chauffeured Heather and her best friend to several concerts in the past couple of years. Most of the artists he'd never heard of but after the second time driving them, he stopped living vicariously through her and started buying a ticket for himself. "Frisco and San D both have lively concert scenes," he added, trying to be helpful.

"True. But somehow, I think that it won't be the same." After admitting that Heather clammed up.

Gil could tell that she was holding something back but couldn't fathom what it might be. "What else are you going to miss?" he pressed.

"I, uh, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but..."

"Wrong way?"

"Yeah, like, I don't know, I feel like I have to say it, ...

... you know, before I go."

"What's that?"

"You. I'm going to miss you," Heather's voice hitched. "Like, a lot. The most."

"Miss me? Me?" Gil asked, astonished. He fully expected her to say the twins or her school friends. Never in a million years would he have guessed that answer from her.

"Yeah, well, you must know by now," Heather began. Gil could see her biting her lower lip in the light of passing cars. It was by far her cutest nervous habit. "I mean, how I feel. About, um, you."

"Me? No," Gil protested. He was often in the dark about what people thought or felt about him, a deliberate choice in some cases. But he was serious, he'd never once thought that Heather held anything in her heart for him other than casual friendliness. "No, I... I never."

"You don't?" Gil shook his head. "Gil, I've had a crush on you since we met. Like, this whole time."

Gil sat with that information for a couple of miles.

"Are you going to say something?" Heather asked, making Gil jump.

"What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know," Heather sighed, "anything. When was the last time a girl surprised you how with she felt?"

"Uh, it was, ah, Alice, a long time ago," before you were born, he almost added. "I mean, Heather, listen. Seriously, listen." Gil searched for what to say next but all that came out was a raspberry of discomfort.

Heather laughed. "You ever notice that you aren't able to talk when you are nervous?"

"I mean, what am I supposed to do with ...