E. Lockhart - Real Live Boyfriends

A couple of days before school started, Meghan was with Finn per usual and I didn’t have to work at the zoo and Noel had to go shopping with his stepdad for school clothes and cross-country shoes, so I helped Dad in the greenhouse a bit and then went out on the dock to mess with the video camera.

I was trying to figure out how to shoot something dark with sunlight behind it, fiddling around with settings and playing snippets back to see how my shots turned out, when I heard the putt-putt of a motorboat.

“Did you run out of gas again?” I shouted when Gideon was twenty feet away.

“No,” he yelled. “I’m full.”

“Do you need a Band-Aid?”

“No.” He cut the engine and tied up.

“What do you need?”

“A driver.” He climbed out and bopped me on the arm, dude style.

“What?”

“You ever wakeboard?”

I rolled my eyes.

“But you water-ski.” He said it like a statement.

No. I didn’t. I mean, I had been out on the Van Deusens’ boat before while other people were waterskiing, the summer after freshman year, but the one time I tried to actually get up on water skis I had fallen flat on my butt within two seconds.

“Hasn’t Evergreen started yet?” I said, to change the subject.

Gideon wasn’t fooled. “Yeah, but it’s the weekend. Okay, so you don’t water-ski. But aren’t you some kind of awesome swimmer?”

“I’m on the team at Tate,” I said. “But I’m not taking home a lot of ribbons.”

“It’ll be easy for you,” he said. “And driving the boat’s really fun. No roads. Nothing but the wind on your face.”

Was I really going out on a boat with Gideon Van Deusen?

When I completely had a boyfriend?

“I’ll teach you,” said Gideon, smiling. “Wakeboarding is actually easier than waterskiing for a lot of people.”

“Um. I gotta ask my dad,” I said. “Will you wait here?”

“Sure.” Gideon immediately lay down on the dock. “I’ll just absorb some sun.”

I went into the house, but I didn’t ask my dad. He was mumbling something about his mother into a dried-out peony plant. What I did was call Noel.

He hadn’t called me that day, or the day before. I hadn’t seen him since Thursday night.

The cell went to voice mail.

I tried again.

Again voice mail.

The third time I left a message. “Hey, it’s Ruby. You want to go get ice cream with me tonight? I have a craving for Mix. Maybe coffee with Heath bar and chocolate chips. Call me right now if you can go.”

Then I sat on my bed and waited for him to call me back.

And waited.

And he didn’t call.

I don’t know why I was surprised.

I put on a bathing suit. The Speedo my parents got me for team practice, nothing cute.

And still, I sat on my bed.

And still, the phone didn’t ring.

I put on a cotton vintage skirt and a T-shirt. Flip-flops.

I grabbed a towel.

I looked at the phone.

Noel was my boyfriend. But he wasn’t my real live boyfriend anymore.

Fine.

The water was insanely cold, and it took me five tries to get up on the wakeboard. When I did, my legs felt like jelly and the sun was in my eyes—but I was up, and light was glinting on the water, and I was cutting in and back across the wake of the boat, and I was laughing and screaming both together and it was just gorgeous. The universe seemed golden for a minute.

Then I was over my head in the bitter water, and Gideon was steering the boat around to pick me up, and he was laughing. “Don’t stick your butt out! The moment you stick your butt out it’s over.”

He reached his tan arm down and I grabbed it and he hauled me up onto the boat. “You wanna go again?”

I nodded.

So I went again.

And again.

And then it was a long time before I fell.

I drove for a while, and Gideon attempted numerous tricks, many of which failed. He was trying to get airborne, but most of the time he just crashed into the water, laughing. When he got tired, we floated for a while. I was cold and he gave me his fleece hoodie to wear. We drank Cokes from a cooler and ate these weird organic cheese puffs Gideon brought.

I thought, and not for the first time, that Gideon would make an excellent boyfriend. As I watched him driving the motorboat back toward my dock, I said to myself:

This is Gideon, whom I loved in sixth grade. This is Gideon, who doesn’t live in the Tate Universe. This is Gideon, who traveled the world for a year after high school.

This is Gideon, who plays guitar. This is Gideon, whose leg touched mine all through the movie that time. This is Gideon, who listens to what I say.

This is Gideon, straightforward and normal.

This is Gideon, who said I should call him if I didn’t have a boyfriend.

“Thanks for the waketastic adventure,” I told him.

He looked down at me. “You’re …”

“What?”

Gideon shook his head. “Different from most of Nora’s friends, that’s all.”

More deranged, I thought. “I’m not sure we’re exactly friends anymore.” Nora had been on Decatur Island with her parents since a week after the funeral, so I hadn’t seen her. I wasn’t sure what the status was.

“She said you guys made up.”

“She did?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I guess we did,” I said.

Gideon ate a cheese puff. “Cricket and Kim and that new one, Katarina what’shername—”

“Dolgen.”

“And Heidi and Ariel. They’re all the same.”

I didn’t know what he was talking about. They all seemed so unique to me. Especially Cricket and Kim. They had been my closest friends for years and years. “We should probably change the subject,” I said.

“Okay.” We didn’t speak. The roar of the boat made it nearly impossible to have a conversation anyway.

As I got out of the boat, I took off Gideon’s hoodie and gave it back to him. “Thanks for letting me borrow this.”

“Keep it.”

“What? No, I can’t.”

“Just for now,” Gideon said. “I don’t need it for the drive home.”

“But I have sweatshirts in the house,” I said. “I don’t need it either.”

Gideon jumped into the boat and started the engine. “Keep it,” he repeated, over the noise. “This way, I have to come get it back from you.”

Noel and I did go get ice cream that night. It was okay. It just seemed like he was—not a pod-robot, but maybe a recent lobotomy patient. Like part of his brain had been cut out by surgeons in an experimental procedure that left him with only a section of his former personality intact. 1

Either that, or he didn’t like me that much anymore.

I tried to ask him about it, but the conversation just went like this. Roo: Hey. Um. Is there anything wrong? Noel: What? Roo: Is there anything wrong? Noel: No . Roo: It seems like something’s wrong between us . Noel: I don’t know what you’re talking about. Everything’s fine .

So I shut up and ate my ice cream. Then later, Noel stopped his mom’s car in front of my dock, and he seemed so cold. Like he was just expecting me to hop out, without a kiss goodnight or anything. This huge awkwardness loomed between us, and I freaked out a little and couldn’t help but break one of Meghan’s rules for what to talk about when you’re alone in the dark with your boyfriend. Roo: What are you thinking? Noel: Until a minute ago I was thinking about parallel parking . Roo: So everything’s okay? Noel: Yeah . Roo: Things seem a little odd is all . Noel: They do? Roo: It’s hard to talk to you . Noel: I don’t know what you mean . Roo: You don’t think anything’s wrong? Noel: Nothing’s wrong, Ruby . Roo: Forget it, then .