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"Are you sure that's all you need?"
My mom looked at the small pile of boxes packed into the back of Sara's
silver Jeep Grand Cherokee.
"Yes, mom," I said as I closed the back door. "Most of my stuff was
clothes, and most of those aren't going to fit me soon, so I'm just
taking the basics. And Cash and Ron already took the furniture down in
the van to get us set up. Besides, the shoot is only eight weeks. After
that I'll come back for the rest of my things."
"Like your car?" she asked.
"Actually, about that," I said, as I fumbled in the pocket of my short
pink denim shorts for the keys. I'd become increasingly comfortable
wearing shorts and skirts that showed off my lithe legs, and today was
topping them with a beige crop-top that bared my soon-to-be growing
belly.
"Hey, Lexi," I yelled to my sister, who was sitting up by the pool. She
scampered down the stairs, wearing that same black swimsuit I'd picked
for her to impress Ryan - and it appeared to have worked, as they'd been
exclusively dating for a couple of weeks now.
I tossed the car keys to her, and she caught them and a confused look
came over her face as she stared at the key with my ballet slipper
keychain.
"I'm not gonna need a car in New York, so why don't you take it," I said.
"You mean it?" she asked, as her eyes got wide, and she tensed her legs
to prevent herself from jumping up and down with joy.
"Don't get too excited," I said. "It's not exactly a Mercedes."
"But it's a car," she said. "And it's mine.
Lexi dangled the keys in front of her face, like she was looking at a
crystal or an expensive piece of jewelry, and my mom quickly snatched
them out of her hand.
"We'll have to set some ground rules, before you can hold on to these."
"Ugh, MOM," Lexi said, protesting.
"Listen to mom, Lexi," I said. "And try not to give her too hard of a
time while I'm gone."
"So when can we come visit you on set?" Lexi asked me, approaching the
car to say her final goodbyes.
"Why don't you let Ali and Sara get settled first and then we can make
plans to visit, OK," my mom said. She hung back on the deck, trying to
give us physical space to mimic the metaphorical space she was letting me
take by leaving home again.
"It's fine, Mrs. C," Sara said as she came around the car from the other
side. "We'd love to have Lexi visit any time. And we'll be sure to get
her home from the bars by no later than 2 a.m."
My mom shot Sara that dagger-eye look that every mom gets - I kinda
couldn't wait for the first time I got to use that look as a mom - and
Sara just started laughing.
"Trust me, mom," I said, "When Lexi visits we aren't going to any bars."
I then pointed to my bare belly, which still thankfully wasn't showing.
"You're not," she said, emphasizing my current state. "I just want to
make sure she's not either."
"We'll be perfectly proper hosts," Sara said. "We won't even have sex
while she's there."
My face turned bright red and I slapped Sara on the arm as she just
started laughing again.
"OK, well, I should go inside and check on... the thing... that's not
this," my mom said, looking for any excuse to extract herself from this
situation. But before she did, she came over and gave me a big hug.
"Be safe," she said.
"I will," I said.
"I know," she said. "But I have to say it anyway. I'm your mother."
"I know," I said.
"And you'll always be my beautiful little girl."
"I know," I said. Being called a girl, or a woman, or anything like that
didn't even faze me anymore. It'd been almost a month since what I'd
started to think of as my rebirth, and I'd fully accepted everything
about my life as it was right now.
With my mom back inside, Lexi came over to me and gave me an even bigger
hug than my mom had. I thought for a minute that she might not let me go
- and thought for a second that I might not want her to.
"Promise you'll text me every day," she said as she released her
surprisingly-strong embrace.
"I promise," I said. "No matter where I am, or who I'm with, you'll
always be my best friend."
"Oh really," said a voice from down the driveway. Lexi, Sara and I all
turned our heads to see Monica, impeccably dressed and carrying an
equally-impeccably wrapped tower of gift boxes that were wobbling in her
hands.
"Umm, you need a hand there Mon?" I asked as I scurried down the driveway
to help her. Sara quickly followed me and we took the unwieldy stack from
Monica, who walked the rest of the way up to the car, her stilettos
clacking against the asphalt of the driveway with every step. I'd known
this version of Monica for a month - and had memories of her from a
lifetime that I was finally regarding as mine - and I knew that if she
was dressed up like this, it meant something crazy was about to go down.
"So..." I started to ask, hesitantly, as Sara and I put the box down next
to Sara's car, "what's all this?"
"Oh, something for you and some stuff for the baby from her Auntie
Monica," said Monica with a huge smile on her face. I couldn't tell if
she was up to something or was genuinely happy for my future child.
"You know," I said, picking up on her casual hinting, "I don't even know
the gender of the baby yet."
"Oh, it's a girl. The best friend," she said, emphasizing those words
while looking over at Lexi, "always knows."
Lexi rolled her eyes hard, as I leaned over the stack of boxes and tried
to figure out which one was mine. Sara offered to run inside and get
scissors to cut through the ribbon barely holding the stack together. I
glanced at Monica, to see if that was something we should do, and she
nodded yes.
"Well I happen to think it's a boy," Lexi said. "You know, in our entire
extended family, Ali is the only first-born cousin who's a girl. All the
rest: boys."
"Really," Monica said, seeming genuinely surprised by this, before
turning to me. "So why aren't you a boy?"
The question caught me off guard at first, mostly because in the past
couple weeks I'd stopped thinking of my former life as my life. I
remembered everything I'd been through as Andrew, but I really felt like
Alana now, and didn't care to dwell on how I'd been so lucky as to get a
second chance at life. In fact, Monica's question had been the first time
in days that I'd even thought about it.
And apparently I'd been thinking about it for too long without saying
anything, as Sara returned with a knife to open up the boxes - and cut
through the awkward silence.
"Was it something I said," Sara said, jokingly, as Lexi and Monica stood
in anticipation of my answer to what seemed to them to be an innocent
question.
"We were just asking Alana why she isn't a boy," Monica said with a
flippant dismissal of the topic in her voice. Sara's jaw dropped a bit
and her muscles tensed, but she tried not to give anything away with her
body language. As I looked at her, I couldn't be certain if I was looking
at someone who was protecting my secret or one of her own. Either way,
she clearly didn't know how to proceed, and neither did I. Thankfully,
Lexi broke what was becoming an increasingly-awkward silence.
"We're just being silly," she said, lightening the mood considerably in
an instant. "I couldn't even imagine having a brother."
"Yeah," I said, nervously. "We'd probably hate each other."
Sara gave me a knowing look -- and I could have sworn she winked at me too
-- then handed me the knife to start opening these boxes Monica had
dropped on us at the very last minute.
"Now," I said, as I put the knife to the box, "I'm not gonna open this
and have Gwen pop out and hit me with a cake or anything, am I?"
"What?" Monica asked, even more confused than when I was being silent.
"No, of course not. How would that even work? Just open your presents."
The box on top was the smallest and was labeled "For Baby." After I
snipped the ribbon to free the boxes, I began to open that one, but
Monica quickly intervened and slid out a box from near the bottom of the
pile, imploring me to open that one first.
"You're being really weird about this, Monica," I said as I started to
open the box. "Can't you just tell me what's in it?"
"What?" she asked. "And ruin the surprise?"
Her mischievous grin grew wider than the Cheshire Cat's, to the point I
thought I would overtake her entire face until there was nothing standing
there but a giant anthropomorphic smile. I discarded the wrapping on the
box, revealing a simple white shirt-sized box. I opened the top to reveal
more wrapping paper, which was concealing a purple garment of some kind.
As I opened the paper, I discovered a Kobe Bryant Lakers women's jersey,
which I took out and held against my body with a bit of a confused look
on my face.
"OK Monica, this is nice, but... like, I'm not even really a basketball
fan," I said.
"I just wanted you to have something to wear ... when you visit me ... IN
LOS ANGELES!"
She screamed the last part while jumping up and down like someone who
just heard her name called on "The Price is Right", while Sara, Lexi and
I all stood there waiting for her to explain in more detail.
"L.A.?" I asked, hoping to coax a complete, non-screaming answer out of
her.
"I got the job," she said. "I'm gonna be working for the studio."
"Oh my god, that's so great," I said as I ran over and gave Monica a big
hug.
"There's one for Sara and one for the baby too," Monica said as I
squeezed her and held the jersey in my hand behind her back. "So you can
all come visit and coordinate."
"You're the best," I said to her.
"Best friend?" she asked, and as she did, Lexi said something under her
breath.
"Don't worry Lexi," I said. "Your place is safe. Now get in here for a
group hug."
She obliged.
"Besides," she said with a huge dose of snark in her voice, "your real
best friend knows purple isn't even your color."
I let out a brief laugh, then slipped the jersey on over the clothes I
was wearing.
"I dunno," I said, stepping back from the embrace. "I think I can make
this work."
"I think I like it better off you," Sara said, as she began to pull it
over my head.
"OK Lexi, I think that's our cue to leave," Monica said as she nudged my
sister in the arm.
"Don't worry," I said. "We can keep our hands to ourselves for a little
longer."
I took over the process of taking the jersey off from Sara and put it
back in the box. Sara loaded the boxes into what little space we had left
in the car as I said my goodbyes to Monica and my sister - emphasizing
with Lexi that this wasn't "goodbye," just "goodbye for now." We hugged
for a long time - a REAL long time - and finally let go as each of us had
tears welling up in our eyes. I wiped a tear away from Lexi's eye and
gave her a kiss on the cheek. Sara gave her a hug too and she went inside
with a smile on her face, knowing that unlike last time Alana left for
New York, it wouldn't be a year before we saw each other again.
"You ready to go, babe?" Sara asked as we saw Monica drive off.
"I've got one more thing to do," I said. I gave her a kiss on the cheek
and started walking down the driveway. Sara wished me luck and hung back,
knowing that this was something I had to do on my own.
As I reached the end of the driveway, I looked to my right and could see
Mark sitting on the steps in the front of his house. I had promised him
that I?d stop by before I left, but ? even from this distance ? I could
tell from the look on his face that he wasn?t really expecting me to
show. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. An instant
later, mine started buzzing.
It took four rings for me to walk the distance between our houses, and he
was so engrossed in his phone that he didn?t even notice me standing
right in front of him, which gave me an incredible opportunity for
mischief.
I stepped behind him and leaned right up to his ear and whispered, ?Hi
there.?
He was so caught off guard that he fumbled and dropped his phone. I
almost felt bad for a second, before he picked it back up and it was
clear that there was no damage.
?Dammit, Ali,? he said, wiping some of the stray dirt off the phone. ?You
scared the crap out of me.?
?I was just messing with you,? I said. I gave him a hug, and said, ?You
thought I wasn?t going to show, didn?t you.?
?It had crossed my mind,? he said. ?But I?m glad I was wrong.?
He pulled our embrace tighter as he said the last part, then let go and
picked up a bag that had been sitting on the stoop ? one that I somehow
completely missed. I guess while Mark was being engrossed by his phone I
was equally engrossed by Mark which made me oblivious to our
surroundings. But that was no surprise given how important Mark was to
me. He?d always been a best friend to me and at times more to Alana, and
over the past few weeks we?d rekindled a friendship in a meaningful way.
I think in a lot of ways, that had helped him move past whatever
lingering resentment he was still holding onto from the way Alana left
all those years ago, and he seemed genuinely happy now ? something that
definitely wasn?t the case a month ago.
Now he was at a place where he was comfortable enough to get me a gift.
At least, that?s what I assumed was happening here.
?You always did suck at gift wrap,? I said as he held the gift bag out in
front of me.
?Yeah, yeah,? he said. ?Just open it up.?
??Just open it up?,? I said, mocking his voice. ?How romantic. I hope
it?s diamonds.?
?If you?re gonna be like that I can always take it back,? he said, slowly
inching the bag away from me. I quickly snatched it away from him and
held it close against my chest.
?No, I want it,? I said.
?Go ahead and open it up,? he said.
?This isn?t gonna be a shirt that has a message that tells me you?re
moving across the country, is it?? I asked, thinking back to what had
just happened with Monica. Mark gave me a confused look and I told him
not to worry about it as I opened up the bag. As it turned out, I was
half-right. It was a shirt. A small white T-shirt with a Spider-Man logo
in the shape of a heart on the front.
?Oh em gee, it?s perfect,? I said, squee-ing with glee. ?It?s just like
the one MJ wears.?
?Well, I did always prefer you as a redhead,? Mark said, trying to be coy
but failing miserably. With the shirt in my left hand, I ran my right
hand through my hair. It had started to grow out a bit in the weeks since
I?d gotten it cut, and my natural red roots were starting to show again.
?The red is coming back in,? I said, pointing out the two-toned area near
the edge of my scalp. ?I think I?ll leave it alone this time.?
?You should,? he said.
?You mind if I put it on now,? I said of the shirt. I wasn?t really
asking and didn?t wait for a response from Mark before I slid it over the
crop top I was wearing, then took that off from underneath ? a nifty
little trick Alana had mastered long before I arrived and I?d found
useful in my new life.
?It?s a perfect fit,? I said.
?You should wear it to NYCC this year,? Mark said, ?even if it won?t be
as much of a perfect fit by then.?
?I will,? I said, ?but only if you come with me.?
?I wouldn?t want to go with anyone else,? he said. We hugged again. It
was kind of becoming a thing with us.
?It?s a date,? I said. ?A friend date... if that?s a thing... it?s not,
is it? Well, then like a friend outing.?
?I think you can just say ?it?s a date? without meaning ?a date? date, ya
know,? Mark said, trying to make me feel better about babbling. I still
had a tendency to do that when I got nervous, and I still got nervous
around him. I recognized this nervous energy. It was the same feeling I
felt that night Mark was in my bedroom after I hurt my ankle. And though
I definitely thought of Mark as a friend and not a lover, I still was
overcome with an urge to release that nervous energy.
So I kissed him.
It was quick, and I didn?t slip him any tongue or even open my lips, but
our lips touched. If anything, it was the kind of kiss a girl gives a boy
in kindergarten after he lets her have the swing. But for me it meant
something more. It meant, in a strange way, that our friendship had come
full circle. He?d never quite be the Mark I knew as Andrew ? instead he
was something more, and more special, and I liked that.
?I gotta get going,? I said, trying not to make a big deal of such a
small kiss, ?but I hope I?ll get to see you soon.?
?I promise you will,? he said. ?And I won?t even tell Sara about that
kiss.?
?Oh, what, that,? I said, playing it off. ?That was a friendly peck.?
?Maybe next time we just stick to the hug.?
?You got it,? I said, immediately taking him up on the suggestion and
giving him a hug. We didn?t hold this one nearly as long, and we even did
that tap on the back thing that friends do when they hug. We said our
final goodbyes and I made my way down the steps in front of his house to
head back to my place, where I could see Sara had moved the car to the
edge of the driveway. Mark wished me luck on the movie, then, just before
I turned to head up the street, he yelled out one last time.
?Hey. Go get ?em, Tiger.?
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