Blue Lily, Lily Blue, Maggie Stiefvater
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Maggie Stiefvater

Blue Lily, Lily Blue

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With a sigh, he sped up again.

Blue got herself back together and then turned on the radio.

Adam hadn’t even realized the ancient tape deck worked, but after a hissing few seconds, a tape inside jangled a tune. Noah began to sing along at once.

“Squash one, squash two—”

Adam pawed for the radio at the same time as Blue. The tape ejected with enough force that Noah stretched a hand to catch it.

“That song. What are you doing with that in your player?” demanded Blue. “Do you listen to that recreationally? How did that song escape from the Internet?”

Noah cackled and showed them the cassette. It boasted a handmade label marked with Ronan’s handwriting: PARRISH’S HONDAYOTA ALONE TIME. The other side was A SHITBOX SING-ALONG.

“Play it! Play it!” Noah said gaily, waving the tape.

“Noah. Noah! Take that away from him,” Adam said.
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Behind him, he heard Ronan say, “I like the way you losers thought Instagram before first aid. Fuck off.”

“No, don’t fuck off,” Henry corrected. “Notify a teacher that there’s some men on the roof who are about to be sued.”

“Scaffolding failed,” Adam said in a low voice. An expression was now appearing on his face, but it, too, was unfamiliar: wonder. “Everything fell.”

“You are the luckiest man in this school,” Henry said. “How are you not dead, Parrish?”

“It’s your bullshit signs,” Ronan suggested, looking vastly less concerned than Gansey felt. “They created a bullshit force field.”
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Part of him wished they did and immediately felt bad, because it was vanity, really: See, Adam Parrish is wantable, worthy of a crush, not just by anyone, someone like Ronan, who could want Gansey or anyone else and chose Adam for his hungry eyes
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Everyone had been surprised to discover Persephone had a last name.
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For a moment they remained that way, Ronan holding her as tightly as he would hold his brother Matthew, his cheek on her shoulder.
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onan and Adam could be dead and there would be no earthquake. There would be no fanfare.
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ow did some days have so many hours in them?
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“I guess there was no point to hurrying anyway.”
Ah, Blue.
“Is Mr Gray here?” she asked.
“I didn’t see him. Look, I told Calla we were going into the cave. To find Maura.” He corrected, more formally, “Your mother.”
“Oh, seriously! Don’t Richard Gansey on me!” Blue snapped, and then, at once, she began to cry.
It was against the rules, but Gansey crouched down beside her, one of his knees against her back, one against her knees, and hugged her. She curled against him, hands balled up against his chest. He felt a hot tear slip into the dip of his collarbone. He closed his eyes against the sun through the window, burning hot in his sweater, foot falling asleep, elbow grinding into the metal bed frame, Blue Sargent pressed up against him, and he didn’t move.
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Blue had never believed in death until then.
Not in a real way.
It happened to other people, other families, in other places. It happened in hospitals or automobile crashes or battle zones. It happened
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then she got into the car with a dramatic door slam Ronan would have approved of.
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It was amazing that she and Ronan didn’t get along better, because they were different brands of the same impossible stuff.
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dam could see that he was a little out of breath. Ronan, behind him, was as well. They had run.
For him.
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n the hall stood Richard Campbell Gansey III in his school uniform and overcoat and scarf and gloves, looking like someone from another world. Behind him was Ronan Lynch, his damn tie knotted right for once and his shirt tucked in.
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He’d discovered that caves were supposed to be vessels of natural untouched beauty.
It turned out they were just holes in the ground. He felt caves had been extremely oversold.
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tho had stopped to relieve himself; Piper flicked out a plastic baggie.
“This is pointless. Did you just put that shit in your bag?”
“I saw a spot on ABC about how ecotourism is denuding caves,” she informed him. “That face? The one you’re wearing now? Is part of the problem. You are part of the problem.”
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Last night his coat collar had still been scented with her hair; now, he kept turning his head in hopes of catching it, but like everything else in the wretched day, it had gone muted and dusty.
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He put his hand on her knee,
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“Gansey,” Adam said.
She closed her eyes.
Of course. Of course he would be taken from them.
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“SHE WAS ALL RIGHT,” Jesse assured him.
“My head knew that,” Gansey said. “But the rest of me didn’t.”
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Ronan had been looking for her, too?
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