Revived (Cat Patrick)

looking over Audrey’s head. I force my hands back into my lap. Apparently okay with the change of subject, Audrey turns in her seat and admires the décor, too.
    “My mom lets me do what I want,” she says in this weird way that doesn’t sound egotistical. It sounds strangely… sad. Audrey shifts her gaze from the wall to her feet; there’s a brief pause in the conversation. Then, just when I start to feel awkward, her head snaps up and her eyes are on me again. “Hey, you want a soda?”
    “Sure,” I say, thankful she’s not asking any more about my adoption.
    “Regular or diet?”
    “Regular.”
    “Okay, I’ll be right back,” she says, standing to leave but then pausing in the middle of the room. “Want music?”
    “Sure.”
    Audrey goes over to her desk, but when she gets there, she huffs and shakes her head. I wonder what she’s annoyed about but don’t ask because it feels intrusive. Instead I look around some more as she opens iTunes on her laptop, selects a playlist, and turns up the volume on the little speakers.
    “This okay?” she asks.
    “It’s great.”
    “Okay, I’ll be right back.”
    Audrey leaves me alone in her room. As I relax into the lounger, I can’t help but think that it’s cozy here, in this chair and in this house. And for a girl with no real roots, cozy feels a lot like home.
    One of my favorite new songs comes on, and I’m so happy that I can’t help but sing.

eight
    Something shifts in the doorway. I stop singing mid (tuneless) note and drop my arms to my sides. I look, expecting Audrey, but instead it’s none other than the guy I’ve been drooling over in English all week, Matt something.
    “Wicked air drumming,” he teases, smiling a fidget-inducing half grin. His villain’s eyes are shining. Playful. He looks like he’s happy to see me.
    “Thanks,” I say, at a loss for words because I’m confused about why he’s here. Is he Audrey’s boyfriend? Just a friend here to hang out, too? Then I realize that not only is he barefoot, but he’s leaning on the doorframe like he built it. My brain clicks. He lives here.
    Duh.
    Matt is Audrey’s brother.
    “You should see my air cymbals,” I joke, happy to have solved the mystery. “They’re even more worthy.”
    “Actually, what I liked most was the singing,” Matt says, smiling full-out this time. “The high note at the end was pure genius.” He scratches his defined jaw with the back of his index finger. It’s oddly sexy.
    “Awesome, right?” I say, hoping I sound more casual than I feel.
    He gives me a double thumbs-up and a totally cheesy smile. “I think you could easily get a recording contract.”
    We both laugh, and when it subsides, we’re still for a few seconds.
    “I’m Daisy,” I say, in case he doesn’t recognize me. “We’re in English together?”
    “I know,” he says automatically. He looks down and away for a second, smiling a little to himself like he’s embarrassed for having answered so quickly. Then his narrow eyes are back on mine. “I didn’t know you were friends with my sister.”
    “Our lockers are in the same hall,” I explain. “That’s how we met. She told me she has a brother. I didn’t know it was you.”
    “It’s me.” Matt nods again, shoving his hands in the pockets of his worn jeans. He looks conflicted, like he wants to stay but thinks he should go.
    “Audrey went to get sodas,” I say just to say something, hoping that if I keep talking, he’ll stay put. It works, at least for a minute.
    “How’d you do on that quiz?” he asks.
    “Fine,” I say. “I got an A.”
    Another nod. “Me, too.”
    We hold each other’s gaze for a slightly uncomfortable but still glorious moment. I feel like I did that time I had to present my science project in front of the whole freshman class: exhilarated and apprehensive at the same time.
    Matt pulls an iPhone from his right pocket and steps into the room only far enough to put it in the charger on the desk. His being that much closer makes me shift in my seat.
    “Don’t tell Audrey about this, okay?”
    “Okay,” I say, confused. “Don’t you have your own phone?”
    “Yeah, but hers has better music. One time, I accidentally—” Matt stops himself, as if remembering that he has to be somewhere. “Never mind. Long and boring story.”
    I want to say that I’ll listen to any story he has to tell, but I manage to hold back. He returns to the doorway.
    “Guess I’ll see you in