With a headache behind my eyes I closed up my book and stowed it in my backpack. I still had assignments to complete in my other classes but I decided to catch them up tomorrow. I was studied out.
I changed into a pair of sweat pants from my dresser, wondrous at the fact that I was donning a piece of clothing that would not have even come above my thighs the day before my legs had\would get so much bigger. I put on the longest, baggiest T-shirt I could find and then walked downstairs, passing the living room without even drawing a glance from my parents. A moment of searching led me to a bottle of Tylenol in the kitchen cupboard. I grabbed three of them and then opened the refrigerator. I pulled out one of my father's bottles of Budweiser and stuffed it down the front of my sweats. The coolness chilled my skin but I ignored it. The T-shirt covered the large bulge the bottle made in my crotch. I dashed back upstairs and went to the door of Tracy's room.
Music was playing from inside. Rick Springfield this time. Jessie's Girl was the cut. Good old Rick. The former soap opera star turned singer who went after the easiest market to impress; teenaged girls, leading the way for Bon Jovi and other such musical travesties. Within two years, I was gratified to remember, he would fade into a land that was even beyond obscurity. The world would be better off for it I knew. I knocked on Tracy's door.
"What?" Came a voice from the other side.
Instead of answering I knocked again, not wanting to draw the attention of our parents.
The music turned down and the door creaked open about six inches, enough to allow me to see Tracy's impatient face. She was dressed in a long T-shirt that showed off her legs. Her auburn hair was loosened and falling around her shoulders. For the first time I marveled that my sister was very attractive. No wonder the college student had gone after her.
"What?" She hissed disgustedly at me.
"I need to talk to you for a minute. " I told her. "Can I come in?"
"About what?" She asked. "About that crap you were spouting today in school?"
"Yeah. " I nodded, seeing in her face that she was fearful about talking on that subject. "About that. "
She threw the door open. "Come in. " She said finally.
Her room was a pretty neat for a teenager. The bed was made, her books were all stowed in their proper places. Her dresser was cleaned off; all of her makeup in a little tray. The only clutter was the Rick Springfield album cover, which sat next to her stereo and her rumpled clothes that she'd recently removed. She shut the door behind me as I entered.
"Can I sit down?" I asked her as she sat on the edge of her bed.
She waved me impatiently to the chair next to her dresser. The same chair she'd been combing her hair at this morning. I pulled it out and planted myself in it. I pulled the beer out of my pants and set it on the desk. With an expert spin of the cap, it was opened. The three Tylenol went into my mouth and were washed down by the glorious taste of the cold beer. I sighed at the first swallow and quickly took another. Tracy watched all this without speaking, without even asking why I had one of Dad's beers.
"Say your piece and get out. " She told me. "I wanna listen to the rest of this album. "
For the second time that day I interrupted her music by unplugging the stereo. Rick managed "I wishh IIIII haaaaaaaad JJ… " And then stopped, his voice deepening to silence.
"You dick!" She proclaimed. "Why did you… "
"Tracy listen to me for a minute. " I interrupted. "I know you're expected to act a certain way in the presence of your younger brother. You're expected to treat me with contempt in order to show how superior you are. I concede your superiority, okay?"
"What?" She asked, wide-eyed.
"Your friends are nowhere around and I won't tell them that you actually allowed me in your room, allowed me to shut off your precious Rick Springfield album. You can go back to treating me like shit as soon as I leave here but for now I need you to listen very carefully to me and to remember what I'm about to tell you. If you could drop the snotty attitude for a few minutes I'd appreciate it greatly. "
She stared. Finally she asked, "What's happened to you Bill? You've been acting strange all day. It's like you're a different person. "
"Never mind that. " I told her. "Tracy, do you remember when we were little kids?"
"Yes. " She answered carefully.
"We were very close back then. We were playmates. We used to conspire together. You used to call me 'little brother' and I used to call you 'big sister', do you remember?"
"No. " She shook her head, but casting her eyes aside in a way that told me she was lying.
"Well you did. " I told her. "We were best friends until about the time you started junior high school. From then on I was the object of your scorn. I understand that Tracy, I really do. You discovered boys, you discovered peer pressure. You grew out of me. It's a natural thing. And I developed interests of my own too. But the fact is, we're still brother and sister and some day we'll be close again. Can you understand that?"
She seemed about to say something snotty once more. Something like, 'as far as I'm concerned you'll be a piece of shit until you die'. But she paused at the last second and her eyes softened. "Yes Billy. " She answered. "I guess that some day we will be. "
A small triumph but a triumph in any case. "Good. " I nodded. "We're getting somewhere. Now here's a harder one. Despite our fighting with each other do you realize that we actually love each other as brother and sister?"
She opened her mouth. This time I was sure she going to say something foul.
"Again," I said before she could. "No one else is here in the room and I'll never tell anyone what you say. We don't have to get into any deep philosophical discussions. I just want an acknowledgement that, as brother and sister, we love each other. We may not always LIKE each other, but we love each other. Right?"
She licked her lips nervously. "I suppose. " She finally allowed.
"Okay. " I nodded, taking another drink of my beer. "On that note I want you to listen to me very carefully for a minute. I'm going to tell you something very important. The most important thing you will ever hear in your life. Please don't ask me to explain. I can't do that right now. You probably will think I'm nuts but that doesn't matter as long as you REMEMBER what I'm about to say. Remember it well. "
"Okay. " She said carefully.
I took a deep breath, downing another large drink of beer. I passed the bottle to Tracy and she looked at it for a second and then took a swig. I took faith in the fact that she didn't pause to wipe off my saliva first.
"Now hopefully I'll be able to explain this thing further to you before the time comes. " I said. "But there's a chance I won't. There's a chance I'll be the same old Billy you're used to tomorrow. If that is the case I want you to remember this. "
"Billy, what are you… "
"Shhh. " I hushed her. "On the night you graduate from high school you will tell Mom and Dad that you are going to a party at Cindy's house. That will be a lie. What you will be doing instead will be going to a frat party at the university. "
"Billy, what?" She cried, her flesh breaking out in goose bumps.
"Listen. " I admonished. "I can't explain further right now. I don't even know what the best way of telling you this is. But you have to listen to me. A guy named David Mitchell will want to take you to this frat party. He will be driving a 77 Camero. He will be a football player at the college and very good looking. Now you will meet him about a month before graduation but it's graduation night you need to worry about. Do not, under any circumstances, get in that car with him that night. No matter what you have to do, no matter what lies you have to tell, do not do it. Your life depends upon this Tracy. Don't do it no matter what. "