Michael Malone - Weebly

Left behind by the party at the pool's edge, Joy sat
wrapped in Lance's sweater; it was warm against her
shivering skin. Just before the party had had its great
idea, Lance had asked if she'd mind if he was gone for
a few minutes. He just needed to run across the circle
to where his mother was staying and talk to her for a
minute. But soon afterwards everyone else had all of a
sudden decided to go, and though some had offered her
rides, she had declined them. "Thanks anyhow," she
had said, as she'd said to Father Fields and his friend.
"I'm waiting for someone." She felt as if she might
have been waiting a long time, but she was too
intimidated to walk back to the enormous house that
gleamed beyond the dark lawn in order to ask if Lance
could be reached and brought to her. She'd wait here.
The air felt too cold. She felt shaky and, hoping it would
warm her, she slid back down into the pool water.
Stupidly she'd forgotten to take off his sweater and was
worried she had ruined it. Before he went, he had sat
beside her and kissed her and said, "This sounds crazy,
just these few days. I feel different looking at you. You
know what I mean?"