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deepen to a shade of blue found only in
the depths of the ocean. "And do you want to know why I really asked you to tutor Kaylee?" He doesn't wait for my answer. "She's a
lonely little girl who needs a friend. Her kidneys are failing and soon she'll
be on dialysis. All the money in the world hasn't found a donor that matches
her biology. Sure, you're in a wheelchair, but pick your poison, Morgan. Would
you rather have the wheelchair or kidney failure?"
    With a sound of disgust, Tyce walks past me and
out the door. For a long time, I can't move. Then I turn my chair around to see
him leaning against the doorframe, watching me.
    Choking back tears, I say. "Would you like
a microwave enchilada while I eat crow?"
    Tyce scrubs a hand over his face. "I just
want us to be friends."
    Rolling forward, I thrust out my hand.
"Done."
     

7:
Triple Date
     
    Tyce knocks on my dorm door. Lucy's already here.
The three of us have been hanging out together for the past two weeks, ever
since I agreed to be friends with Tyce. He's a great guy and I still can't
figure out why he wants to hang out with me so much. Sometimes I see him on
campus when he doesn't see me. He always has girls vying for his attention.
Some of them have even tried to get to know me, but I can see in their eyes
what they really want—time with Tyce. Lucy is the only one who is genuine. Of
course, maybe I'm just jaded and read things into people that really aren't
there. Being on my own is confusing at times, but I have to admit, I'm starting
to adjust and like it. My mom or dad used to call every day, but now it's about
three or four times a week. I know their slacking off because they want me to
know what it's like to not be so dependent on them. I'm reconciled to the fact
that I will one day be totally on my own. Sometimes the thought is so scary
that I have nightmares. But at least those nightmares aren't as horrible as the
ones about the night of the accident.
    I follow Tyce and Lucy to the truck and Tyce
lifts me into the cab after Lucy climbs in. She always rides in the king cab,
but I insisted that she sit in the center, beside Tyce. I know she likes him
and I guess I'm trying to set them up. They get along great.
    Before he closes the door, Tyce reaches and
pushes aside a strand of hair that's blown across the scar on my face. Lately,
I've been forgetting about the scar. His fingers touching my face make my body
tremble and I lean away. He only smiles and closes the door.
    We're going to see a funny, chic-flick. Inside
the theater, I maneuver my chair to the special access area near the front of
the screen. I hate having to sit so close.
    Tyce leans down and whispers in my ear,
"Would you like to sit higher up?"
    Lucy answers for me. "Of course she would. This
is so close she's shaking hands with the actors."
    I start to tell them its okay; I'm used to it,
when Tyce says, "Grab my neck, Morgan. Lucy, make sure the wheelchair is
stowed somewhere safe."
    Lucy says, "You got it."
    Tyce lifts me into his arms and I gingerly place
my hands on his shoulders. I'm getting over my aversion to touching or being
touched, and I'm thrilled about finally watching a movie from the upper level.
    Tyce climbs the stairs as if I weigh nothing. He
says, "How high, Princess?"
    I grin because I can't help myself. "As
high as we can go."
    "Roger that." He walks to the very top
and gently sets me in a seat that backs the wall.
    A few people have turned to watch us, but I'm
learning to not be so sensitive to other people's inquisitiveness. Lucy joins
us and I pat the seat next to me. Tyce sits on one side and Lucy on the other.
I was hoping they would sit beside each other.
    After a couple of minutes, Tyce asks, "What
can I get you ladies from the concession?"
    Lucy says, "A large popcorn with lots of
butter, Pepsi, and anything chocolate."
    Tyce looks at me while I watch the onscreen
advertisements. I start to ask for a small popcorn and 7-Up, but then I grin.
"I'll have the same." I