Never Never: Part Three (Never Never #3) by Colleen Hoover, Tarryn Fisher Read Free Book Online

moment that passes between us. A single second where she looks at me like she can feel what she once felt for me.
    But then she blinks, pulls her hand from mine, and climbs in the car.

It’s not really my fault that the universe is punishing me. Us.
    Silas and me.
    I keep forgetting that Silas is screwed too, which probably means I’m a narcissist.  Great.  I think about the sister in the car with me who is having a really shitty birthday. And the half-sister who lives in my old house with her psychotic mother, who, according to my journals, I’ve been torturing for a decade. I am a bad person, and an even worse sister.
    Do I even want to get my memories back?
    I stare out the window and watch as we pass all of the other stupid cars. I don’t have any memories, but I can at least make sure Janette has some of this day.
    “Hey, Silas,” I say. “Can you put something into that fancy GPS for me?”
    “Yeah,” he says. “Like what?”
    I don’t know the girl in the back seat at all. She could be super into role-play video games for all I know. “An arcade,” I say.
    I see Landon and Janette perk up in the backseat.  Yes!  I congratulate myself. All pubescent humans like video games. It’s a thing.
    “Kind of a weird time to want to go play games,” Silas says. “Don’t you think we should—”
    “I think we should play games,” I interrupt. “Because it’s Janette’s birthday.” I make my eyes really wide so he understands this isn’t up for discussion. He makes an “O” face and gives me a really lame thumbs up. Charlie hates thumbs up, I can tell by her body’s immediate reaction to it.
    Silas finds an arcade not far from where we are. When we get there, he pulls out his wallet and digs around until he finds a credit card.
    Janette makes eyes at me, like she’s embarrassed, but I shrug. I barely even know this guy. What does it matter that he’s spending his money on us? Besides, I don’t have any money. My father lost it all and Silas’s father still has some, so it’s fine. Not only am I a narcissist; I’m also good at justification .
    We carry our tokens in paper cups, and as soon as we’re inside the arcade, Janette and Landon walk off to do their own thing. Together . I make eyes at Silas and mouth  see.
    “Come on,” Silas says. “Let’s get some pizza. Let the kids play.”
    He winks at me, and I try not to smile.
    We find a table to wait for our pizza, and I slide into a booth, wrapping my arms around my knees. “Silas,” I say. “What if this keeps happening to us? This endless loop of forgetting. What will we do?”
    “I don’t know,” he says. “Find each other over and over. It’s not that bad, right?”
    I glance over at him to see if he’s joking.
    It isn’t that bad. But the situation is. “Who wants to spend their life not knowing who they are?”
    “I could spend every day getting to know you all over again, Charlie, and I don’t think I’d get sick of it.”
    Heat climbs up my body and I quickly look away. That’s my go-to with Silas:  don’t look at him, don’t look at him, don’t look at him.
    “You’re dumb,” I say. But he’s not dumb. He’s a romantic and his words are powerful. Charlie isn’t, I can tell. But she wants to be—I can tell that too. She desperately wants Silas to show her it’s not all a lie. There’s a pull inside of her every time she looks at him. It feels like a tugging, and I want to brush it away every time it happens.
    I sigh and rip open a sugar packet, emptying the powder onto the table. Being a teenager is exhausting. Silas silently watches me draw patterns in the sugar until he finally grabs my hand.
    “We’ll figure it out,” he assures me. “We’re on the right track.”
    I dust my hands on my pants. “Okay.” Even though I know we aren’t on any track. We’re just as lost as we were when we woke up in the hotel today.
    I’m also a liar. A narcissist, a justifier, a liar.
    Janette and Landon