Yesterdays Gone: SEASON TWO (THE POST-APOCALYPTIC SERIAL THRILLER) (Yesterday's Gone) by Sean Platt, David Wright Page A
Authors: Sean Platt, David Wright
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Thinking about Paola made the funny feeling come back. Though, if Luca really thought about it, it had never gone away. Ever since healing Scott, and him getting old fast again just like he had back at the Drury Inn, the feeling had never left. But now it was stronger than ever. It used to feel like part of his body was waking up from sleep. Now it kind of hurt. Luca felt a need to touch himself, which is why he kept his hands at the edges of the chessboard.
Luca thought of Paola, and for the millionth time wondered what she would have thought of him if they met under different circumstances. He imagined her standing a few feet in front of him, so pretty, with her dark hair and big eyes and lips. Her lips were usually ready to smile and loved to tell the jokes that made him laugh. Her lips were also fierce with her mother, but in a way that Luca liked. Paola said the sorts of things that Luca felt, but would have never been able to say to his own mom.
He hadn’t though much about her body before, but waiting for Black Pieces to make the next move made Luca imagine the slight curve of her hip. And that made him feel the uncomfortable tingle below his waist again.
He turned his attention to the chessboard - moving for Black Pieces and then immediately moving for himself, getting his queen to safety again - when there was a slight knock on the door. Mary poked her head inside.
Luca looked up, surprised. “Just checking on you,” Mary said behind her smile, laced with its usual little bit of sadness. “Are you coming out? Desmond told everyone you needed a minute, but the natives are getting restless. There’s seven cars ready to take us.”
Mary glanced at the board and saw both sets of pieces. Luca could feel her eyes on his right hand hovering just above the Black Pieces’ queen, ready to make his next move; could feel her trying to ignore it. Luca suddenly realized how pretty Mary was, how much she looked like Paola. He felt the funny feeling again, followed by a wave of guilt.
“The clothes fit okay?” she asked.
“They’re a little big,” Luca said, “but not too bad.” He smiled awkwardly, trying to ignore the funny feeling, waiting for Mary to leave and hoping the Black Pieces wouldn’t get impatient and disappear again.
There were plenty of grownup clothes in the house. Even though Luca had grown several inches, he was much skinnier than everyone else and swam in the grownup clothes.
“I’m glad,” Mary said. “Let’s give it another five minutes, okay? We’re loading up now. We’re in the last car, the burgundy van at the end of the line.” Mary smiled once more, then shut the door behind her.
Paola’s mom was harder to read than anyone else in Luca’s new family. She loved Desmond and had an overwhelming need to look out for everyone else, but the only thing she ever really thought about was protecting Paola. Other stuff mattered, but not as much. It reminded Luca of when he was five and the only thing he wanted to watch was Star Wars: Episode VI . Other movies were good, too. And he liked them when they were on, but he was always thinking about the Ewoks and Luke’s final battle with the Emperor and his dad, Darth Vader.
Luca moved for Black Pieces, then quickly made his own move to keep the game going so Black Pieces wouldn’t have to wait.
Luca closed his eyes and waited for the Black Pieces, but they seemed to have disappeared. Luca called out in his mind but heard no response.
Luca wasn’t sure what to do. If the Black Pieces were done playing, he could go downstairs and get going. Maybe they would finish later. But if the Black Pieces came back and still wanted to play but Luca was gone, they would be mad. And that wouldn’t be good.
The Black Pieces were usually nice. Luca had only seen them get mad twice before. The first time was back during February’s incident; the one Desmond promised they would never have to talk about.
Thinking about Paola made the funny feeling come back. Though, if Luca really thought about it, it had never gone away. Ever since healing Scott, and him getting old fast again just like he had back at the Drury Inn, the feeling had never left. But now it was stronger than ever. It used to feel like part of his body was waking up from sleep. Now it kind of hurt. Luca felt a need to touch himself, which is why he kept his hands at the edges of the chessboard.
Luca thought of Paola, and for the millionth time wondered what she would have thought of him if they met under different circumstances. He imagined her standing a few feet in front of him, so pretty, with her dark hair and big eyes and lips. Her lips were usually ready to smile and loved to tell the jokes that made him laugh. Her lips were also fierce with her mother, but in a way that Luca liked. Paola said the sorts of things that Luca felt, but would have never been able to say to his own mom.
He hadn’t though much about her body before, but waiting for Black Pieces to make the next move made Luca imagine the slight curve of her hip. And that made him feel the uncomfortable tingle below his waist again.
He turned his attention to the chessboard - moving for Black Pieces and then immediately moving for himself, getting his queen to safety again - when there was a slight knock on the door. Mary poked her head inside.
Luca looked up, surprised. “Just checking on you,” Mary said behind her smile, laced with its usual little bit of sadness. “Are you coming out? Desmond told everyone you needed a minute, but the natives are getting restless. There’s seven cars ready to take us.”
Mary glanced at the board and saw both sets of pieces. Luca could feel her eyes on his right hand hovering just above the Black Pieces’ queen, ready to make his next move; could feel her trying to ignore it. Luca suddenly realized how pretty Mary was, how much she looked like Paola. He felt the funny feeling again, followed by a wave of guilt.
“The clothes fit okay?” she asked.
“They’re a little big,” Luca said, “but not too bad.” He smiled awkwardly, trying to ignore the funny feeling, waiting for Mary to leave and hoping the Black Pieces wouldn’t get impatient and disappear again.
There were plenty of grownup clothes in the house. Even though Luca had grown several inches, he was much skinnier than everyone else and swam in the grownup clothes.
“I’m glad,” Mary said. “Let’s give it another five minutes, okay? We’re loading up now. We’re in the last car, the burgundy van at the end of the line.” Mary smiled once more, then shut the door behind her.
Paola’s mom was harder to read than anyone else in Luca’s new family. She loved Desmond and had an overwhelming need to look out for everyone else, but the only thing she ever really thought about was protecting Paola. Other stuff mattered, but not as much. It reminded Luca of when he was five and the only thing he wanted to watch was Star Wars: Episode VI . Other movies were good, too. And he liked them when they were on, but he was always thinking about the Ewoks and Luke’s final battle with the Emperor and his dad, Darth Vader.
Luca moved for Black Pieces, then quickly made his own move to keep the game going so Black Pieces wouldn’t have to wait.
Luca closed his eyes and waited for the Black Pieces, but they seemed to have disappeared. Luca called out in his mind but heard no response.
Luca wasn’t sure what to do. If the Black Pieces were done playing, he could go downstairs and get going. Maybe they would finish later. But if the Black Pieces came back and still wanted to play but Luca was gone, they would be mad. And that wouldn’t be good.
The Black Pieces were usually nice. Luca had only seen them get mad twice before. The first time was back during February’s incident; the one Desmond promised they would never have to talk about.
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