Finch.

Do you want it or not?”
I look away from William, then back, then take it. It’s a white square on perforated paper, stupid thing. I take the drug, though I know I’m really, very much, really, really, not supposed to.
I sit back, and wait.
The colors slowly blend, and the noises slowly blend.
There’s music. Music that I can taste, and touch.
After a few hours I fall asleep.
I forget about Louis, Jacob, William and even Birdie for a little while.
I dream of only one face. I don’t know if it’s a dream or a memory.

“Me amas? Maria is asking.
“Of course I love you,” I whisper back. Then I try. “Por supuesto que me quiero.”
She is smiling up at me, and kisses me.
“You’re learning,” she whispers.
The only one I’d say ‘I love you’ for.

“Nick!”
William is looking down on me. I stretch and open my eyes.
“What is it?”
“Your turn to drive.”

My head is pounding, my sides are sore.
My phone is ringing. Norah is calling.
“What is it baby sister?”
“I want to invite Eleanor to the wedding.”
“Too late, I already did.”
“And, did she loose it like you said she would? Or was she just making up more lies for you? We both know she’s crazy.”
“Norah, she isn’t crazy, and she wasn’t making up lies.”
I want to slap her, but I can’t. She’s thousands of miles away.
“Well, what did she say?”
“She did loose it. I had to calm her down. She’s very upset about it.”
“Well, I’m upset about her making up stories about my fiancé.”
“Why would she make this up!?” I say. I’m being loud.
“How should I know, she’s raving mad.”
“I wish you’d believe me. I know what I’m talking about.”
“No you don’t.”
“Fuck you, Norah.”
I hang up.