Remember Me Read Online Free

Remember Me
Book: Remember Me Read Online Free
Author: Christopher Pike
Tags: Fiction, Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, supernatural, Ghost Stories, Horror & Ghost Stories, Ghosts, Ghost, Body; Mind & Spirit
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he was in ecstasy. He had turned on the light in the garage and was pacing around the car and kicking the tires like guys are fond of doing when they see a hot set of wheels. I didn't mind. He had on white pants and a rust-colored leather coat that went perfectly with his head of thick brown hair.

    "Did you have it on the freeway today, Shar?" he asked.

    "Yeah, but I didn't push it. They told me to break it in slowly over the first thousand miles."

    "This baby could go up to one forty before it would begin to sweat." He popped open the driver's door and studied the speedometer. "Do you know how many grand this set your dad back?"

    "He wouldn't tell me. Do you know how many?"

    Daniel shook his head. "Let's just say he could have bought you a house in the neighborhood for the same money." He went to climb inside. "Are you ready to go?

    Can I drive?"

    "We can't take it. Amanda Parish is here, and she's riding with us. And we have to pick up Jo."

    Although Joanne had introduced the two of us, Daniel didn't like her. It would be hard to pinpoint specifically what she did that bothered him, other than that he was a boy and she had a tendency to make the male species as a whole feel inferior.

    I had no idea what he thought of Amanda.

    He showed a trace of annoyance. "You didn't tell me."

    "I didn't know until a little while ago." The Ferrari had no backseat. "We can go for a drive in it tomorrow."

    He shut the door, sort of hard, and I jumped slightly. To be entirely truthful, I never felt entirely comfortable around Daniel. He strode toward me and gave me a hug. His embraces were always unexpected.

    "Hi," he said.

    "Hi."

    He kissed me. He wasn't an expert at lovemaking, but he had a warm mouth.

    He also had strong arms. As they went around me, I could feel myself relaxing and tensing at the same time. I didn't know if other girls felt the same way when their boyfriends embraced them. But when his kisses grew hard and deep, I didn't mind.

    "Oh, sorry," we heard behind us a minute or so later.

    Daniel let go, and I whirled. There was Amanda, as pretty and as unprepared as when I walked in on her in the upstairs bedroom. Her big eyes looking down, she turned to leave.

    "No, it's OK," I said, taking a step toward her, only mildly embarrassed. "We should be leaving. Stay here. I'll go say goodbye to Jimmy and Mother Mary. Be back in a moment."

    Amanda stopped. "What did you say?"

    I suddenly realized I'd brought up Jimmy. "If Jimmy's awake," I said quickly, the remark sounding thin in my own ears. "He was asleep a few minutes ago."

    Amanda stared at me a moment. Then she muttered, "Say hello for me."

    "Sure."

    Jimmy was awake when I peeked in his door. He motioned me to come and sit on his bed. His computer screen was still on, and, as always, I found the faint green light hard on my eyes.

    "Why don't you just turn it off?" I asked, gesturing to the CRT.

    He smiled faintly, his muscular arms folded across his

    smooth chest, his eyes staring off into space. He was in a different mood now—

    more contemplative. "I might wake in the night inspired."

    "The way you get around in your sleep, you wouldn't have to wake up."

    "I was dreaming about you before I bumped into you in the hall."

    "Oh? Tell me about h?"

    He had just opened the window above his bed, and a cool breeze touched us both. Later, I thought it might have been the breath of the Grim Reaper. It was a warm night. Jimmy closed his eyes and spoke softly.

    "We were in a strange place. It was like a world inside a flower. I know that sounds weird, but I don't know how else to describe it. Everything was glowing.

    We were in a wide-open space, like a field. And you were dressed exactly as you are now, in those slacks and that blouse. You had a balloon in your hand that you were trying to blow up. No, you had blown it up partway, and you wanted me to blow it up the rest of the way.
    You tried to give it to me. You had tied a string to it. But I didn't
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