On The Front Porch

[_dawnie_]

Well, Sophie's going to be all right, and Danny is, too. I spent a while at the hospital the other night, sitting in the hall waiting for news. And I can't even tell you how good it was to see Jordy being normal again, not thinking he's Romeo and blathering in Shakespearean English. He dozed off on my shoulder, even, and I didn't mind that he

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[_dawnie_]

"Not that weird." I just got distracted by the whole missing-sister, sleeping with boyfriend for the first time, school-work-home routine.

I sigh, too, and say again, "I'm sorry. I suck, pretty much."

[_dawnie_]

I lean forward and drape my arms around his neck, hugging him briefly. "It's so awesome that it's you and you're not spouting Shakespeare. I missed you, too."

I did, and it's odd that sometimes you don't realize just how much you missed somebody until they're back with you again.

[_dawnie_]

I glance at him. "'Course she did," I say. "Why wouldn't she? She was a big part of figuring why everyone was acting all wonky, too."

[_dawnie_]

Oooh. Jordy's blushing. But I'm not gonna tease him about it, because that wouldn't be nice, would it? "Sure," I say. "Big-Sister type to the rescue. What's going on?"

I prop my chin on one hand and look at him, waiting.

[_dawnie_]

Hello, minefield. I have the feeling J might like Jordy, just from a couple things she's said, but it wouldn't be cool to speculate about it.

"What makes you think she likes you?" I ask, resting a hand on his back. Poor boy. He looks so embarrassed.