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Derek smiled. "Wow, that's amazing. I wish you had told me this before. I had no idea."

His dad patted his shoulder. "Things have a way of working out, son. You just have to be patient and you have to follow your heart. That's why your mom and I have been so happy together. We didn't allow other people to dictate our choices.

We chose what was best for us and it has taken us to where we are now...happily married with a terrific kid who is about to head off to college. Quite a ride I must say."

They ate the rest of dinner talking about colleges and about the division championship that coming weekend.

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When they got home, the car was back in the driveway.

They walked into the house and his mother was sitting in the living room reading. "Did you boys have a nice evening?" His mother glanced first at his father and then at him. Derek could see a hint of edginess in her eyes, which she quickly masked with a smile.

His dad walked over to his mother and leaned over, giving her a lingering kiss on the lips. She blushed. "Yup, dinner was great."

"Where did you guys go?"

Derek walked over and kissed him mom on the cheek. "We went to Bisuteki. It was fun."

His mother shot his father a disapproving glance. "Henry!

Bisuteki? I leave the house for one evening and off you go, like a child, to a restaurant I would never approve of. How much soy sauce did you use?"

His father laughed. "Enough."

As his parents bickered, Derek felt a warm feeling of comfort. He walked up to his room to get started on his homework. Once finished, he listened to his iPod and fell into a calm and restful sleep for the first time in weeks.

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Derek woke the next morning, free from the physical and mental weariness he had grown accustomed to. Hopping out of bed, he took notice of little things like the hot water on his skin when he took his shower or the smell of breakfast in the air as he walked down the hall towards the kitchen. Having been so absorbed in his problems, it came as a shock to him that he had ignored the things he had always appreciated.

Small details invigorated him: the cloudless day; the crisp, blue sky; the biting winter chill.

At school, he snuck up behind Beck and grabbed her by the sides. She let out a high-pitched squeal and wheeled around. "What the...Derek, I almost kicked you in the..."

"Nuts. Yeah, I'm sure." He gave her a big hug. "Let's go to class."

"You're in a cheerful mood today. Did your parents finally put their foot down and send you to a shrink to put you on Cymbalta or something?"

"Nice, Beck." Derek linked his arm with Beck's as they walked down the hall. "No, I didn't go to a shrink. I just had a good day yesterday. First a friend knocked some sense into my head and then my dad took me to an awesome dinner."

Beck squeezed Derek's arm. "Well, remind me to send your friend a box of chocolates for waking the dead. I'm sure she would love them."

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their things away, they then headed to English class. Scott no longer shared the back row with them, choosing an isolated seat to the side of the room. He was already seated when they entered.

Throughout English, Derek kept glancing in his direction.

Over the past few weeks, he had made a point of avoiding contact with Scott so it surprised him when Scott made eye contact with him as well. At first, Derek would glance away, but as the class wore on, he allowed himself to linger in his gaze for longer periods of time. Scott's body language revealed a mixture of sadness and regret, but Derek detected something else, specifically in his eyes. Derek couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

The snickering of his classmates jolted his attention back to the lesson. "Earth to Mr. Thompson," said Mr. Carlton.

Derek snapped his head towards his teacher. "Huh?" A new round of giggles erupted from his classmates.

"I was asking you about our book, A Separate Peace."

Derek's cheeks flushed crimson. "Uh, I'm sorry, could you repeat the question?"

Mr. Carlton shook his head. "I'm sure you are probably focused on the division championship this coming weekend, but while in school, please do try to remember we teachers count our victories in our students' academic achievements."

"Yeah. Of course. I'm sorry." Why is Mr. Carlton making such a big deal out of this? So I spaced out for a second.

"My question was, why do you think Finny refused to believe Gene when he claimed responsibility for causing him to fall out of the tree?"

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Derek considered the question for a moment. He had asked himself the same thing when he read that part of the book. He identified with both Finny and with Gene. Finny...the outgoing and carefree friend keeping the peace at all costs.

Gene...the brooding and reserved loner keeping all his thoughts and feelings closed off. They were two sides within himself. The brooding side constantly urged him to put up his guard. To avoid risks. The carefree side, the side that Scott had brought out in him, pushed him to take chances; chances which led to one of the greatest rewards of his life...and one of the greatest heartaches. His obstinate refusal to allow himself to continue to be hurt by Scott was Gene. His entire high school wrestling career was Finny.

Scott was Finny through and through. Honest, brave, daring. Only recently, since Scott's father had come crashing down on him had Scott begun to display some of Gene's characteristics.
Maybe everyone has a little of Gene and a
little of Finny in them. Maybe everyone needs a little of both
in order to really live.
Ideas raced through his mind, connection upon connection. His response was directed at the teacher, but meant for someone far more important.

"I think that Finny refused to believe Gene caused his accident because, in his own way, Finny loved Gene. He believed Gene was someone who
could
let go of his reserved nature, but was afraid to give himself a chance. If Finny accepted Gene's confession, Gene would have become as crippled mentally as Finny had become physically. Finny wanted to believe in Gene, not end their friendship. I think Finny put his needs aside, deciding Gene's were more 288

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pressing. He wanted Gene to realize his own greatness. The first time Finny broke his leg and Gene visited him in the infirmary, he hinted at his suspicion that Gene had somehow been responsible. The interaction left him with terrible guilt.

The second time Gene visited Finny, this time at his home, and confessed to causing the accident, it was Finny's second chance to make things right between him and his best friend."

Derek stopped talking and looked over at Scott, not caring whether his abrupt pause drew attention. Scott had been his Finny. He had drawn him out of his shell and helped him to become fuller and more alive. Now it was his turn to be Scott's Finny. Scott needed to remember how wonderful he was. Not seeing himself clearly, he needed to see his worth through someone else's eyes...Derek's. "Finny ended up making the ultimate sacrifice which finally opened Gene's life to what it could be."

The class was silent after Derek finished his answer. Derek held Scott's gaze, the expression of awe unmistakable.

"That, Mr. Thompson, was a very insightful answer. Does anyone wish to comment or add any thoughts?"

After class, Beck walked with Derek to their second period class. "That was a beautiful answer you gave in class today.

Was it, by any chance, life imitating literature?"

Derek allowed a small smile to cross his face. "You know I was talking about me and Scott."

"So you are saying you want a second chance to give Scott what he needs so you can maintain the relationship?"

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now. I want a chance to tell him I finally realize I have more supports in my life which help me deal with adversity than he does. I was wrong to put pressure on him when he has nowhere to turn while sorting through all the shit on his plate.

As much as I don't want to lose what we have...had, I love him too much to continue to make things hard on him. Maybe I need to let him go so he can get through whatever he's going through right now."

Beck's brow creased. She wasn't sure what had caused such a complete turnaround in Derek. "You figured this out in one day?"

Derek laughed. "No, I think I've known it all along.

Yesterday just pushed me to finally see it. Thank you for pulling me aside at lunch, Beck. I needed to cry and to let myself begin to feel again. I'm not going to lie. Being around Scott and not being able to touch him is torture. Hell, we aren't even talking. But I love him and pretending our problems don't matter is pure bullshit." The weight of the past few weeks slipped even further off Derek's shoulders.

* * * *

She looked serious, but not angry. "Your father had to work late. Tax season. He won't be home for quite some time."

A slight twinge of panic shot up Derek's spine. Derek sat on his bed. "Sure, Mom."

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His mother walked across the room and sat on the bed next to him. She clasped her hands and looked at the posters on his walls and the books and trophies on his shelves, the dirty laundry strewn about the floor. "You really should put your clothes in a hamper. You'll ruin them if you walk all over them."

Derek laughed nervously. "You wanted to talk to me about my dirty clothes?"

His mother placed a hand on his cheek. "No, of course not." She sat silently on his bed for a few minutes not saying anything. The air in the room became thick with anticipation.

Finally she sighed. "The other night when you and your father went to dinner, I got together with someone."

"Yeah, Dad said you got together with one of your girlfriends."

"Yes, I did meet up with a new friend...Scott's mother."

Derek's heart skipped a beat. "She called me and asked to talk. She's worried about Scott. May I share with you the contents of our conversation?"

Derek couldn't form words. The list of possible topics his and Scott's mother could have talked about made it difficult to breathe. "S-Sure."

His mother patted his knee reassuringly. "We had a good conversation, Derek. You shouldn't be worried." He understood she was attempting to calm his nerves, but it didn't work. "She told me Scott's been lonely and depressed ever since winter break. She explained about his father, his demanding expectations, and about the punishments he inflicts. I told her you had already shared some of this with 291

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me and it seemed to make her feel more at ease to talk freely. She's experiencing terrible guilt, constantly forcing him to replant roots and make new friends. Whenever he begins to settle in someplace, those roots get pulled out from under him and he must start all over again. I can only imagine how she must feel because if I had done that to you...well, I simply wouldn't."

Derek wasn't sure where this was going. "How does any of this relate to me? I don't understand why Shannon decided to call you and talk to you about all of this. It's not like the two of you are friends. You only talk to one another at meets."

His mother had anticipated this question. "True. But when we talk it's usually about you and Scott." Derek's heart skipped a beat. "I first suspected she was worried at the Waltham meet." Derek recalled how distracted he had been seeing his mother and Shannon engaged in deep conversation.

His mother continued. "Derek, I think the reason she called
me
is because of
you
." Derek didn't know how to respond.
Does she know about us?
"One of the things that's comforted Shannon is knowing you and Scott are close. She said he's never become so comfortable in a new place so quickly. He's seemed happier than he's been in many years.

Since his father prohibited him from any social activities after school and on weekends, she's watched him spiral into a dark depression. She's scared and didn't know what to do, so she called me. I think she was hoping I might be able to help her to figure out how you and Scott could spend time together again."

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Derek's head snapped to face his mother. "What did you tell her?"

"First I asked her some questions. Like whether she had communicated her concerns to her husband. She said Ronald is under a great deal of stress."

Derek interrupted her. "Who's Ronald?"

His mother looked confused. "Scott's father."

"Oh. He only introduced himself to me as Mr. Thayer."

"I see." His mother grimaced. "Anyhow, I asked her if she had talked to Scott about what was troubling him. Apparently, he was
very
forthcoming." Derek's gut clenched. "He told her it was unfair his father was never around, yet assumed it was all right to treat him like a slave. He feels alienated and alone. He even expressed his anger at
her
for not fighting on his behalf. Her guilt, I think, is what pushed her to talk to me."

"He said all of that?" A twinge of embarrassment tugged at the sides of Derek's mind, realizing he had worried Scott would talk about him rather than his own problems.
When did
I become so egocentric? The world doesn't revolve around
me.