where the boats go | j. lewis

TWO | LIVE

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He waited a few minutes, returned several greetings, answered a few questions. After five minutes elapsed, he spoke the question that had been bugging his mind since the previous night.

"Does anyone know who suggested You by The 1975 to me last night?"

Judah waited some more. There were a couple of "Me!"s, but he wasn't buying it. He had caught a glimpse of the person's profile picture—enough to know that she was a blonde girl. He waited silently, tapping his fingers against his legs, but no one else seemed to be 'fessing up.

He sighed. It didn't really matter, anyway, who had suggested the song. Or that was what his brain was trying to tell him. But there was still some part of him, for some reason, that yearned to just know. Judging by that sliver of her music taste, well, he thought she might be cool.

Judah did not ask again.

　

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Clary was several minutes late. After hopping out of the shower, she dried her hands to check her phone. She scrolled only for a moment before his name popped out at her like a neon sign. Fifteen minutes ago.

A wave of panic washed over Clary, but she was relieved to find that he was still live. Clary sat on the toilet, wrapped in a red towel, golden curls falling over her shoulders, dripping down the towel. She could get dressed later; for now, she did not want to miss any more than she already had.

Judah was answering questions now, most of them simple. "I'm sixteen." "My favorite color is blue." "I'm more of a baseball guy—I've played since I was six."

These were all things Clary already knew. Not because she had stalked him or anything (at least, not for that information), but because he had answered the same questions about a thousand times.

Eventually, Clary decided to ask a question of her own. It had been teasing her mind since the previous night: "did you ever listen to you by the 1975?"

Clary waited...but someone walked into Judah's room. He looked up at them, flashed a smile, explained that he was on Instagram live. The second time she asked, he simply did not seem to see it, because he had gone to explain his relationship with the cast of The Babysitter. The third time she asked, he conveniently decided that he was tired and was going to end the video.

Her excitement was crushed. Probably Judah had never listened to the song. If he had, he probably hadn't liked it, or it just hadn't made much of an impact on him. Not enough to remember it. Probably he had seen her comment, but had decided not to answer it.

Judah flashed one final smile, waved, and the video ended. His face disappeared, leaving Clary feeling slightly empty. It was a stupid thing to get upset over, but her emotions were running high—it was almost that time of the month.

Clary clicked the power button of her phone, heaved a soft sigh, and stood up. As she made her way out of the bathroom, into cool air, she silently scolded herself for letting her hopes run so high in the first place.

　
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