He’d kissed her then. Not because he was brave, but because for one second, the pressure inside him found a pinhole. She kissed him back, and for three songs’ worth of time, he forgot he was seventeen. He forgot the absent father, the tired mother, the screaming silence. He just was .
He thought about Lena. She’d be there. She’d be wearing that denim jacket with the frayed cuffs, probably sitting on the hood of someone’s car, her feet dangling. She’d look up when he arrived, and she wouldn’t say Where have you been? She’d just tilt her head, like she already knew.
He slid down the doorframe until he was sitting on the threadbare carpet. His room was a museum of a younger self: guitar picks that no longer inspired him, a half-finished model of a ’69 Charger, a stack of college brochures he hadn’t opened. Everyone kept asking, “What do you want to do with your life?” As if seventeen was supposed to be the answer and not the question itself. rocco-s pov 17
“Roo? Meatloaf’s in an hour.”
He heard her hesitate on the other side of the door. For a terrible, hopeful second, he thought she might say something real. I’m scared for you. I miss you. You’re not your father. But she just sighed, her footsteps retreating down the hall. He’d kissed her then
Rocco grabbed his jacket. He didn’t know who he wanted to be tonight—the angry boy, the sad boy, the boy who kissed girls in closets and then ran. He only knew that staying in this room, with its museum of old selves, was a kind of dying.
Rocco pressed his forehead to his knees. He thought about Lena. Lena with the crooked smile and the book of Rilke poems she carried like a bible. Last month, at a party, she’d pulled him into a closet just to show him a glow-in-the-dark sticker of a jellyfish on the inside of the door. “See?” she’d said. “Even in the dark, there are things that make their own light.” He forgot the absent father, the tired mother,
“Okay,” he said. His voice came out steady. That was another skill: the steady voice. The one that said I’m fine when his insides were a riot.