That night, I'd had a really hard time getting to sleep. And you know why? Cause I couldn't stop thinking about the dead guy living in my hotel room. And why he was sticking around. I felt like... Nancy Drew, or something. Like, there was a mystery, that was up to me to solve.
Only... I'm so inexperienced, that I had no clue where to start.
I was thinking of asking Gerard. You know, how he died. But, I already knew how he died. Atleast, I know how everyone said he'd died. But... maybe that was all wrong? Maybe someone tried to cover something up. I really had no idea. I just knew that there had to be some reason that he'd been sticking around, and not going to heaven, or hell, or wherever it is he's supposed to go.
I just knew he wasn't supposed to be staying on earth. That's where the living belong; not the dead.
But, you know, he might take it offensively if I just came out and asked, "So, what are you doing on earth anyway?" Don't you think? I think that might sound a tad bit rude. Am I right? I think I'm right.
So, if I was gonna find out the reason he was still there, I'd have to do some research, or at least some thinking, on the subject.
And I had to do it fast.
Because, I had the feeling, that after we were out of Hawaii, and out of that hotel -- the place Gerard's life had been ripped away from him -- that I'd never be able to properally solve the mystery. So... I had to get cracking. And fast.
"How many more days are left now?"
I looked up at him like he had just grown four other heads. You know, like he was crazy, or whatever. "You just asked me that yesterday."
He shrugged. "So?"
I rolled my eyes. "Don't be such a dumbass." I said, "that obviously means that it's just one day less than it was yesterday. Understand that?" And then I said, "It was five days yesterday, now what's five minus one?" I said that slowly, so he would understand.
"I'm not stupid." He said, after realizing why I'd been talking so slowly.
"Well, you sure didn't prove that before. So, how was I supposed to know?" I said, grinning.
"So, there's four days. Right?"
I nodded. "Four days." I said, pointing at him, winking. "Good math skills."
"So, what are your family's plans for your last few days?" He asked.
I shrugged. "I don't know," I said, "and I don't really give a damn."
He gave me a look. A look that I didn't effectively understand.
"Sorry. But I really couldn't care less what my family's doing."
"But... whatever your family's doing, you're doing, too," he said. "So, I was just wondering if you guys were gonna be going somewhere, or staying here, or what."
"Oh," I said, "yeah. I don't know."
"Well, perhaps you could... Oh, I don't know," he said sarcastically, "ask?"
I stuck my tounge out at him. "Oh shut up," I said, leaving the room.
I walked out to the living room, where I'd expected my mom would be, along with the rest of my family. And, I was right. "Hey, mom--"
"Hello, mother," she corrected me.
I groaned. "Yeah. Mother. What're we doing these next few days? You know, until we leave to go back home?"
"Well, we have decided that we are going to be spending the remaining time of our vacation at the beach on the hotel property," She told me, "and your father suggested that perhaps you could have the decision to join us or not." Yes! I thought, saved by dad, once again! "So," she continued, "we'll be leaving to the beach in about," she glanced at the clock that was hanging up on the wall, "forty-five minutes."
I nodded. "Okay."
"So, what is your choice?"
"Uh... I think I'll stay here." I said, "Cause...well, I can't really go swimming, anyway..." I lied.
"Oh?" She said, surprised, "and what is the reason for that?"
I cupped a hang around my mouth as I spoke, to make it seem as though I was embarrassed to say, "womanly things. If you know what I mean." Haha. See what I mean? I am such a good liar. If I just told my mom I didn't want to go swimming, she'd make her best efforts to make me feel guilty. But, when I can't go swimming, she doesn't give a damn.
She nodded, "Oh. Alright, dear. You can stay home. Or, I mean, at the hotel."
I smiled, said, "thanks, mom -- I mean, mother." And left the room.
"So?" He said, questioning me. "What'd she say?"
"Well, they're going to the beach in like... half an hour, or something."
He groaned. "Fuck. So, I have to stay here alone again?"
I rolled my eyes. I emphasised the they for a reason, and yet, he still didn't clue in. Gosh. It's true. You really do have to teach your man. I mean... not that he's my man, or anything... At least, not yet... "They are going to the beach. I am staying here."
"Oh?" He said, "what did you do to make her agree to that?"
I laughed. "Oh, nothing." Nothing he wanted to hear about, at least.
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