Chapters (37)
- COVER
- DEDICATION
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- ONE MONTH LATER
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- SEVEN YEARS AGO
- TWENTY-THREE
- THE PRESENT
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- DISCOVER MORE
VIOLA/SEBASTIAN’S DAD: Is it just me, or does this soccer game have more nudity than most?
Willow cracked up at this part. We both did. The laughter was terminal. We would surely die.
“Dude,” said Willow, wiping away a legitimate tear. “Do you remember when we were watching this, and Dad was in the room on his laptop?”
“Oh my god, yes!” I said. “All he hears is ‘nudity,’ and he’s like, ‘Whoa, what the hell?’”
Just thinking about it made me lose my shit all over again. I laughed.
Until I realized I was the only one laughing.
Until I realized what I had done.
“Truth or dare,” said Willow, suddenly very serious. “Pick truth.”
“Uhhh…”
“Are you Ezra?”
I didn’t need to look in the mirror to know that I was wearing my confession on my face.
Last second, I decided to play it stupid.
“Ezra?” I said. “What are you talking about? How can I be Ezra?”
I was playing it soooooo stupid.
“Holden talked to me,” she said. “He said that you told him that you and Wynonna were swapping bodies. That’s it’s been happening ever since the eclipse.”
“Holden said that?” My guard had been blindsided. I dropped it shamelessly. “When?”
“Yesterday. After you attacked Thad and Jayden. He wanted to know if I’d noticed anything… different… about you.”
She didn’t even bother specifying who she meant by “you.” We both knew who she meant.
Holy shit. Holy shit! Did this mean Holden believed me?
“You’re Ezra,” she said. “Aren’t you.”
It wasn’t a question. Not even remotely.
So I told Willow everything.
I tried to start at the beginning—although pinning down “the beginning” was trickier than it should have been. I settled with the most recent eclipse, and from there, worked my way forward, and backward, and upside down. I explained what Wynonna and I had pieced together from seven years ago, although so much of that was still a mystery to me.
Willow didn’t speak a word the entire time. I spoke over the ambience of She’s the Man and finished as the credits rolled all the way to the logos at the end, and the DVD returned to its obnoxious DVD menu.
I was kind of breathless by the end of it all.
I looked to Willow for some sort of feedback. A sign that everything had been received and registered properly.
“A month?” said Willow, finally. “You haven’t changed back in a whole month?”
I bit my lip. Shook my head.
Willow threw herself at me. Hugged me. Crushed me in her embrace.
“I’ve missed you, Ez,” she said. Only her voice was broken. She was sobbing. “I’ve missed you so much.”
But this wasn’t just about missing me. I could tell from the way she was suddenly trembling. Gasping for air.