Kindred Spirits (12 page)
Authors: Phoebe Rivers
I felt my cheeks burn at her mention of Mason. “It's a deal,” I promised.
I ran upstairs. I had to separate Henry from Buddy. First I did a little decorating. I plastered the closet walls with photos of Buddy. “He'll be with you always,” I told Henry. Then I shut him away, grabbed the dog and Lily's present, and ran down the street.
Avery, Miranda, Tamara, and Marlee were already arranging their sleeping bags in Lily's family room by the time I flopped onto the sofa.
“So what's the deal with you and Mason?” Avery asked as soon as I hit the couch cushion.
“Yeah, Sar, what's the deal?” Miranda demanded. “I thought you guys didn't even like each other . . . but the way he went back to your house with you like that . . .” She waggled her eyebrows at me, à la Lily's favorite expression.
“He was being nice. We're just friends.”
Or at least, we're finally starting to be,
I thought.
“You guys aren't a perfect match, after all,” Lily admitted. “He's so up and down. Kind of moody.”
“My big sister had this one boyfriend, and he liked her and then he didn't and then he did again,” Marlee added. “Mind games is what she called it.”
I fought to hold back my grin. Mason definitely played mind games. But so did I.
I kind of liked that we shared that. Mind games.
“Enough boy talk for now!” I said, wanting to change the subject. “Open my present, Lil!”
Lily squealed and opened her present. “It's gorgeous!” she breathed as soon as she saw what was inside the box. She unwrapped the necklace, showing everyone. “Is this a crystal from Lady Azura's collection? Does it have powers? What does it do?”
“It's a moonstone. If you wear it close against your skin, it helps your most precious wish come true.”
Lily squealed again and fastened the cord around her neck. “It's perfect. I absolutely love it!”
“What're you going to wish?” I asked. I already knew the answer. She wanted to do what Mason could do.
“I'm not sure. Until tonight, I thought my wish was to be able to move things with my mind. But I've thought
more about it, and I'm not sure that's the coolest power.”
“So have you made up your mind what power would be the best one?” Avery prompted.
Lily nodded and grinned. She looked right at me and her smile grew wider. “I bet you can guess, Sara. . . .”
“Me?” I croaked. “How could I guess?” My head was spinning. What was Lily going to say? Was she going to say she knew about my powers? I knew I had to talk to her about it very soon . . . but not now. Not in front of everyone else.
“Oh come on, Sara! Think about it!” Lily pressed. “You know, right?”
“No, not a clue,” I croaked.
“How to talk to the dead,” Lily said finally. “Lady Azura and I can do it together. Wouldn't that be so cool, Sara? Talking to the dead with Lady Azura?” Lily pressed the moonstone against her chest. “That's my wish. This stone will help me be able to do that. I just know it will work. This is the best birthday present ever!”
Could the moonstone really have that kind of power? I leaned back on the sofa cushion and cringed. What kind of present had I just given her?
From now on, I was only handing out gift cards.
The front door swung open, taking me by surprise. I sucked in my breath, startled to see him.
To see him with Lily.
I'd just jogged up the Randazzos' walkway. I hadn't yet reached out my hand to ring the bell, and there he was.
His green eyes sparkled with recognition. I did everything to keep my lips from curling in a smile. We held a secretive gaze for a moment, before I looked away.
After all this time, it was strange to see him in front of me. No longer just words illuminated on a tiny screen.
“Sara!” Lily cried. She hadn't been expecting me, but it was a hot day in August and I was bored. It was the kind of day meant for showing up at your best friend's door “This is great. Mason's here.”
“Hey there,” I said softly as I shifted my weight uncomfortably.
“Mason's hanging out with Buddy,” Lily continued. Her little brown dog panted beside Mason's ankle. Buddy had been Mason's dog but his mom was allergic, so Lily's family had taken Buddy in. “His mom dropped him off while she went to the doctor.”
Dr. Shiffer,
I wanted to say. He specializes in migraines. Mrs. Meyer has been getting super-bad headaches lately, and Mason has to watch his brother and sister. Mason's mom heard about Dr. Shiffer from a friend and is hoping he will be able to help her.
But I couldn't say that.
I couldn't say that and not say a whole lot more.
“Sara and I've spent the whole summer on the beach,” Lily told Mason, not knowing that Mason already knew that. That Mason knew pretty much everything that was going on with me. She pointed to the black Nikon camera I wore around my neck. “She's been doing this thing where she takes a photo of the same spot on the boardwalk every day at three thirty. Same background but always different people doing different things.”
“Really?” Mason actually sounded surprised. As if he knew nothing about my hobby. As if he didn't call me “Eye Spy” in our texts. “What are you doing with them?”
“She's been printing out the photos,” Lily answered. “She's going to mount them on a large boardâ”
“Actually, I'm thinking of binding them together and making a kind of flip book,” I interjected. I fixed my gaze on my orange sandals. I couldn't look at Mason. The flip book had been his idea yesterday.
“Oh, I love it!” Lily's maple-syrup-brown eyes widened. “You could sell that at one of Stellamar's souvenir shops, you know. Print a lot of them. Mason, isn't that totally original?”
“Totally.” Mason smirked. “One-of-a-kind. I can't believe
you
thought of that, Sara.”
He thought he was being funny, but he wasn't. I smiled my biggest smile back at him, playing along. I was confident he wouldn't dare spill our secret. He knew Lily could never know about us.
If she knew, she'd ask questions.
Questions neither of us wanted to answer.
My stomach twisted. I felt bad. Lily Randazzo was
my best friend. She'd be humiliated if she knew Mason and I were playing at barely knowing each other.
I also knew what Lily would think if she found out that we'd been texting almost every day for the last month. She'd think we liked each other. She'd think we were together.
But we aren't.
We're just friends. I scratched my shoulder and flinched as bits of post-sunburn skin flaked off. There was no way Lily or any of our other friends would believe me. I didn't text with any other boys. Plus, Mason wasn't even from our school. He lived almost thirty minutes away. And he was cute. Really cute. White-blond hair. Tanned skin. Wide-set eyes.
If I didn't like him, she'd want to know what I was doing. Why I was talking all the time to a supercute guy. Guys and girls our age usually don't talk all the time unless they like each other. What could we possibly be talking about? she'd want to know.
And the answer to that question was complicated.
About the Author
Phoebe Rivers had a brush with the paranormal when she was thirteen years old, and ever since then she has been fascinated by people who see spirits and can communicate with them. In addition to her intrigue with all things paranormal, Phoebe also loves cats, French cuisine, and writing stories. She has written dozens of books for children of all ages and is thrilled to now be exploring Sara's paranormal world.
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