Crossing the Threshold
Two hours later,
I rang Ava Gates' doorbell.Mrs. Gates answered.
"Oh. Hello, Mattie.
How was the dance?"She said behind
the vivid red flames
of her glasses."Oh, you know..."
(I really hoped
she didn't.)"Is-
Uh.
Is Ava in?"
"Yeah.
She and Peregrine
were just about to
watch that show
you all love."Mrs. Gates moved
aside, to let me pass,but I hesitated.
"Would - would you mind
getting her for me, please?"
I asked.I wasn't just gonna
barge in there, after
everything...Mrs. Gates cocked
an auburn eyebrow -reminding me the apple
hadn't fallen far
from the tree -but then she disappeared
to get Ava.I nervously rubbed
my wheelchair's wheels
untilAvalon Gates
appeared in the doorway.She'd changed -
her hair down now,
red flannel pajama
pants & a T-shirt,crossed arms.
"Hi." She said
tentatively."Hi." I returned
the greeting.I could hear crickets
rustling nearby.Ava looked down
at her bare feet
& leaned against
the door frame."So.
Does this mean
we're OK?"She thrummed her toes
along the welcome mat."Yeah." I lied.
We weren't,
but we would be.(I'm English -
we're the poster boys
for suffering alone in
quiet dignity...)(steady on, stiff upper lip,
Rule Britannia, Chariots
of Fire, etc...)Or so I told
myself...after all,
God had a Plan,...right?
Avalon Gates' radiant
smile could've lit up
twelve multiverses."Awesome."
She gave me
the dorkiest
thumbs upI have ever
seen& my heart nearly
exploded outta my chest.I sucked in
a shuddering breath.(steady on, stiff upper lip,
Rule Britannia, Chariots
of Fire, etc...)"So you wanna come in
& watch this finale
with us then?"Ava opened
the door wider."Duh." I said.
(This, at least,
was true.)I followed Ava
into her room.Pea was already there. She nodded at me - & for the first time since I'd known her, she gave me a warm smile. Like I'd passed some sort of test or something. I was about to open my mouth to say hello to her when she hissed a "SHHHH!!!" at me & pointed at the flickering TV.
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Avalon Bombshell
Teen FictionThe Freak shall inherit the Earth - it's a saying from Matthias Fitz's favorite TV show, Tales After The Bomb - a cartoon about the post-apocalypse - mutants, cyborgs, zombies, anarchist DJs, & a wasteland - everything an ultra-geek could want. Matt...