Second Chances Chapter 23 La Vie en Rose
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Saturday, October 4, 1997
9:05 AM
I woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon. I stretched out my arms and
legs while still laying down.
I thought about last night. I smiled. Last night was amazing.
I rolled out of bed, put my glasses on and walked to the kitchen. The
kitchen radio was playing Vanessa Williams's "Save the Best for Last."
Dad was in front of the griddle, Mom was setting the table. Cindy was
sitting at the table patiently waiting for breakfast.
I sat down at my seat. "Good Morning."
"Good morning," everyone else echoed.
Dad put a plate of eggs, diced potatoes and bacon in front of me.
"Broken yoke, just like you like it."
"Thanks."
"Scrambled for Cindy." He handed her a plate. He then put down a plate
for Mom and himself, then sat down.
Mom handed out glasses of orange juice and sat down too.
"Bon appetit," Dad said.
"Thank you, this looks great!" I said.
"So how was everyone's Friday?" Dad asked. "I didn't get to see everyone
when they came home."
"It was great!" I said, first. "Everyone was so excited about my track
win. Then I helped organize the Powder Puff game, but they wanted me to
play for the Senior squad too. And we won the game! Dad, I scored two
touchdowns! The first one was a kickoff return, and the second one was a
double reverse where I threw the winning score!"
Dad and mom looked at each other. "Wow," Dad said. "That's a lot."
"Also," I got up from the kitchen table and found my backpack in the
living room. I pulled out the Student of the Month paper and returned to
the kitchen. "Look who's got Student of Month!" I sat back down showing
off the paper.
"Congrats! You certainly had a good day!" Dad replied.
"How was your date with Chase?" Cindy asked.
"That was good too," I kicked Cindy's leg under the table. "I think I
really like him. I think he really likes me."
I noticed Mom had tears in her eye.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," she said. "I'm just so good to finally hear you so
happy!" She was crying happy tears.
"Oh, Mom. I AM happy!" I said. Oh no - I was tearing up too. I got up
and gave her a hug.
Then Cindy and Dad got up to give us one big Demarco family hug. This
was perfect. I should have never pushed them away.
* * *
10:25 AM
After breakfast, Mom reminded me that we had an appointment at the salon
for noon. Dad went outside to rake the leaves that have already fallen.
I put on some jeans and a t-shirt and joined him.
After we raked the leaves into several piles, Dad turned on the chipper-
shredder. I started picking up the leaves and dropping them in. Dad
will eventually put the leaf mulch into the garden for the winter.
Before I put in the next leaf pile, Dad turned off the machine.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I think it's time we talked, Tony," he said.
"Oh - it's you." I rolled my eyes. Damn guardian angel, ruining my
father-daughter yard work time.
"So you'll be happy to know you're actually well on schedule for
completing your mission," he said.
"Am I?"
"Yes. You have done everything necessary to put yourself in the position
to complete the task and alter the event I sent you to change. When the
time comes, all that's really left is a decision. Your decision."
"I've already made that decision," I said. "I don't want to do it. I
want to stay here."
"That's certainly disappointing," he said. "As you no doubt have figured
out, this decision will certainly impact countless lives."
"Staying here already impacts countless lives," I said. "My life is
better. My family's life is better. I have a chance to save not one,
but two lives if I continue to date Chase."
"You don't know that," he said.
"Fine. Can you run the simulation on 'if i stay?' Can I save Chase if I
stay? How about the girl he'll never get a chance to date because I'm
dating him instead?"
"That's rather presumptuous of you to think you'll be dating the same guy
for the next eight years after only 3 dates."
I fumed.
"Either way, I can't - or rather I won't run the simulations for you," he
said. "In life you don't get to know the future. The future comes at
you whether you're ready for it or not. That's why I haven't told you
what you're here for. You have to be ready for whatever comes at you.
And you've done a great job with that preparation. If you decide to not
intervene and stay here, you must be willing to accept that. You must
also be willing to accept the consequences of your inaction."
"But I just can't let him die!"
"This mission isn't about Chase."
"This is bullshit!" I said. "Who decides which wrongs get righted? Why
is this event more important than Chase and that girl's life?"
"We can't save everyone, Tony. We try. Ultimately some things are just
not possible."
"Impossible my ass! It had occurred to me this morning that I could've
let myself get knocked up last night. And if I did, that would've
completely changed Chase's life."
"That would've also completely changed yours too."
"In order to save a life? Maybe I should've taken that risk."
"That actually came up in the simulations on how these two weeks would
go. You don't want to know the outcome of that one."
"Did it result in saving Chase's life?"
"No. You almost guarantee that Chase dumps you the moment he realizes you
purposely deceived him."
I was silent for a moment. He's right. I couldn't do that to Chase
anyway. What am I doing? Am I so obsessed with winning this that I'm
willing to stoop to deception? There has to be a way where everyone wins
- without desecrating my morals. "What if - I complete your mission, but
you don't send me home?"
"You mean break the contract? Can't do that."
"Why not? Seems like everyone wins. I will fix your event. Then I will
fix what I want."
"We already fixed what you came to do. Your life in 2018 as Tony - is
going to be very changed because of the events you set into motion these
past two weeks. I'm confident you will be very pleased at what the
future looks like for you now. Now it's time to pay up. You need to do
what I sent you here to do."
"But I want to stay."
"Tony"
"Seriously. I want to stay here. I like it here. Please, don't send me
back home."
"Christina."
"What?"
The guardian angel in Dad's body came closer to me and placed his hand on
my shoulder. "I understand. Have you told him?"
"Told who?"
He turned away and turned the chipper shredder back on. Did the guardian
angel agree to let me stay? Or did he just leave? What does he/she
understand? Who am I supposed to talk to?
Dad looked at me confused that I was just standing there staring at him.
I waved it off and went to pick up more leaves and put them into the
shredder.
I feel like I'm on my own personal version of Star Trek's "Kobayashi
Maru", the no-win scenario. If I complete the mission, I lose my life in
1997. I don't complete the mission, I keep my life in 1997, but I have
to live with whatever just happened. I still don't see why the
punishment for failure is actually a reward. The consequences of my
inaction must be really big and real important for me to change my mind.
For now my mind is made up. I'm going to homecoming with Chase. I'm
going to enjoy myself. I'm entirely prepared to live my life as
Christina in 1997 permanently.
I dumped in another pile of leaves. Dad made a timeout motion and turned
the machine off. "Bag's full," he said, untying it.
"Chris" Mom called from the front door. "You need to take a shower soon
so we can go to the salon!"
"In a moment, Mom," I called back.
"Go on," Dad said. "I got the rest of this."
* * *
11:58 AM
Mom, Cindy and I entered the salon.
They finally won. Mom and Cindy have been trying to get me to come and
get a "mani-pedi" for years. My go-to response was always "I'm a guy.
Guys don't get their nails done," They kept persisting anyway, saying
that even guys got them too. Cindy even convinced my future brother-in-
law to do it once. He came home limping because they scraped a lot of
dead skin off his feet and it hurt.
But here I am. They won. They got me here to get my nails done - and
hair and makeup too!
The three of us sat down in the chairs.
I was asked what kind of hair style I wanted. The stylist showed me some
pictures of hair styles. I saw a picture of a sweeping braid that went
diagonally across the back of the head. "That's really cool," I said.
"Can I do that?"
"Absolutely," the stylist said, combing through my hair.
While my hair was being done, I was asked what color nails I wanted. She
looked down at my nails. "Do you pick at your nails?"
I looked down at my nails. Yeah. they looked no different than Tony's
nails. "Yeah I do. When I'm nervous," Which is often. Which is right
now in fact. It's subconscious.
"We can put acrylic ones on," she said.
"But not too long," I said. "I type on a keyboard for a living."
Since my dress was a lilac color, I decided to go with a deeper purple.
When my nails were done, my hands looked so feminine. I mean.. they
already did before since I am a girl... but Christina's nails were in the
same shape as Tony's nails 2 weeks ago. Now my nails were the purple I
picked out with defined white tips. Then my toe nails were done. My
dainty feet looked great too.
When it was finished, my hair and makeup looked amazing. I felt like a
princess... which is something I didn't realize I wanted or needed.
I saw Cindy's hair and makeup too. Her makeup was closer to how I
remember her as an adult, which made me blurt out "You look so grown up."
"Thanks," she said, taking that as a compliment. "You-" she said,
choking up. "Look amazing."
"Both of my daughters are beautiful," Mom added.
Mom then turned to me. "I saw you charged our credit card at the shoe
store the other day. Did you get something to wear with your dress?"
"Um," I said. I forgot. "I hadn't thought of that. I got cleats for
track."
"I guess we're going to the shoe store next," she said.
* * *
2:14 PM
We went to the mall and to the shoe store. I browsed the formal shoes.
I had an idea what I wanted. Something that would look good with my
lilac dress. I was thinking of a light gray. Shiny. I found a pair of
nice 3-strap glitter sandals. This would go great with my dress.
I found my size and tried it on. Then I walked around in it. The heel
was high, but thankfully I had a few days of practice wearing my other
heels. Can I dance in it? I danced a little in the aisle of the shoe
store. It works. I looked down. I saw this elegant shoe with my
exposed purple toe nails. So pretty.
I was giddy. Was I enjoying this too much? Maybe. Up until now I've
been "All-In" on being Christina. There's no point in stopping now.
These will look great with my dress.
So I got the shoes. Mom paid for them.
After that we ate lunch at the food court. Mom. Cindy and I talked about
the dance, about Chase, the boy Cindy was meeting at prom to be her
"date," I was enjoying the girls afternoon out. I've been out with Mom
and Cindy so many times as Tony, but this felt different when I was one
of the girls.
* * *
3:25 PM
I was at my computer checking email and seeing who was online on my AIM
buddy list. I noticed the spreadsheet I made last weekend sitting on the
desktop. I double-clicked to open it.
I stared at my theories on who needed to be saved. Do I even care
anymore at this point?
I highlighted Cindy. Her life is fine. Delete Row.
Ron. His life is fine. Delete Row.
Fay. Delete.
Jessica. Delete.
I highlighted Chase. The guardian angel insists he's not the mission.
Delete.
I highlighted the row I made for myself. I'm the happiest I've ever
been. Delete.
I stared at the screen. The cursor blinking on the last remaining row.
Amber.
What could I possibly offer Amber? She's been a thorn in my side since
day one.
You know what. I don't care anymore. I already stated my intentions to
stay here. Why am I even looking at this? I closed the spreadsheet.
Time to get ready for the dance.
* * *
3:55 PM
Cindy came into my bedroom with her dress on a hanger. "Maybe we could
help each other?"
"Sure," I said. "I was just putting on some music."
"Oh. What do you have?"
I showed her the CDs in my room.
"No that won't do," she said running out of my room into her room and
back. She put a disc in and hit play.
Backstreet Boys' "I want it that way" came on.
"Oh, not Backstreet boys!" I complained. "Why does everyone want me
torture me?"
Cindy took a hair brush off my dresser. "Let's sing," she started
singing. "You are - my fire. The one desire.."
"Cin," I said. I put my hands on my hips and just watched her sing.
"I- want- it- that way," Then she jumped onto my bed.
I started laughing. "You're crazy!"
She held out her hand - I took it and she pulled me up on the bed. "Tell
me why-" she held the brush to my mouth.
"Ain't nothing by a heartache," I sang without emotion. I mean I know
the song. It's over 20 years old. It doesn't mean I like it.
"Tell me why-"
"Ain't nothing but a mistake," I laughed.
"Tell my why-"
"I never want to hear you say."
We both sang "I want it that way."
We both laughed. I smiled.
"Yes!" she said. "You smiled! You are enjoying yourself."
"Only a little," I said. "I'm just enjoying spending time with my little
sister."
"It's your turn!" she handed me the hairbrush.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Tell me why-"
"Ain't nothing by a heartache," Cindy belted out.
"Tell me why." I was getting more into it.
"Ain't nothing but a mistake"
"Tell me why." I smiled.
"I never want to hear you say-"
We both belted out as loud as we could "I want it that way!"
Cindy was laughing so hard she fell down and landed on the bed bouncing
on her butt.
I don't know why I found that funny, but I continued laughing and she
pulled me down and I screamed as I fell down too.
Mom opened the door and looked at the two of us. "Girls - don't come
crying to me when you need a new mattress!"
We continued laughing.
After we finally stopped laughing it was time to get dressed.
I finally took off my t-shirt, jeans and bra and stepped into my dress
and Cindy zipped me up. I did the same for her. We admired ourselves in
the mirror smoothing out any imperfections. It's been a week since I saw
this dress up close. I really loved the sheen. The way it hugged my
chest and waist. The spaghetti straps on my shoulders. The way the
bottom of the dress flows. The way this sweet V-neck really complements
my cleavage.
Cindy brought out some perfume. She put some on. I watched her and
mimicked her.
I looked in the mirror. I saw my hair. My dress. My makeup. My dress.
The enormous smile on my face. That giddiness returned. Something was
welling up in me. I couldn't keep it down anymore. I couldn't ignore
it.
"We should get going," Cindy said. "Mom and Dad want to take pictures."
I looked back at myself in the mirror again. Christina was gorgeous.
"Cin," I said. "I need a few minutes to myself."
"Sure" she said leaving my bedroom.
I sat down on the edge of my bed staring at the dresser mirror. The late
afternoon sunlight was casting shadows across the room. Everything was
silent except for the rustling of the trees from the open window.
"Hi Christina," I said to my reflection. "It's been a while since we
chatted. You're so beautiful! You look so amazing. It's hard to put
into words how amazing you look." We smiled.
"You have grown in front of my eyes. You are a strong woman. I'm so
proud of what you've become."
"Whatever happens over the next 20 years, I will be proud of you."
"I... love you."
I closed my eyes. That's what that feeling was. I'm in love. I love
Christina. "I love you" I repeated. These past two weeks have been
something else. I'm so happy. Right here; right now. I've never been
as happy in my own skin as I've been right now. I love Christina. I love
this girl in the mirror. I love... me. I looked back at our reflection.
At MY reflection. I am... Christina.
I said it out loud. "I'm Christina." A whole new feeling swept over me.
A huge smile formed on my face. I felt giddy. I let out a gasp. I felt
alive. I was fighting back tears of joy. I can't ruin this makeup.
Yes. This feels right. I'm Christina. It felt good. I'm Christina. No
- it felt amazing! Oh shit. I am Christina. Oh God - I need to tell
him. He deserves to know why we're not going back to his life. I need
to tell him. I need to tell.... Tony.
I took a deep breath and tried to recompose myself - still trying to
hold back those tears of joy. "Hi Tony. I'm Christina." So far so
good.
"We're not going back. I'm so sorry this happened to you. I never meant
to take your life. This wasn't my plan. It just happened."
"This isn't about Chase. This isn't about track or homecoming or student
council. Or this awesome dress that I looked so amazing in. This is
about us. About me."
"I promise you, Tony. I promise I will make this right. Everything you
ever wanted to do. We're going to do it. Together. You have taught me
so much. You found me. You nurtured me. You supported and encouraged
me. You let me grow and find myself."
"I want to thank you for giving me strength. You have empowered me. I'm
not afraid to take risks anymore. I'm not afraid of how people will see
me or judge me. I'm not afraid to be vulnerable. I'm not afraid to be
strong."
"I am a better person- I am ME because you existed. I am Christina."
"I will never forget you, Tony. You will always be with me. Thank you
for sacrificing your future for my present."
"I love you."
I closed my eyes and exhaled. I sat for another few seconds allowing
myself to re-compose myself in the silence of the late afternoon.
I got up off my bed and walked out of my room. I nearly bumped into Mom.
"Chris, honey. Who were you talking to?" Mom asked. "Were you on the
phone?"
"I was just saying goodbye to someone," I replied.
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