Adi Alsaid.

Never Always Sometimes

Praise for ADI ALSAID

Captivating, mysterious, fun and deep for readers of John Green

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Five love stories, beautifully woven together by a special girl [] A do-not-miss.

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A captivating cross-country journey, where four strangers adventures collide into one riveting tale of finding yourself

Mesmerising. A story of love, loss, ambition and finding the true meaning of life

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Always Sometimes

Adi Alsaid

ISBN: 978-1-474-03339-8


2015 Adi Alsaid

Published in Great Britain 2015

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Version: 2018-10-26

For Sylas and Lucy




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DAVE DROPPED HIS backpack by his feet and slid onto the bench that overlooked the harbor at Morro Bay.

He loved the view here: the ocean sprawling out like the future itself, interrupted only by the white tips of docked sailboats and the rusted railing people held on to to watch the sunset. He loved how far away it felt from San Luis Obispo, even though it was only fifteen minutes away. Most of all, he loved when Julia would appear in his periphery mock-frowning, how she would keep her eyes on him, trying not to smile as she walked up, then she would slide in right next to him like there was nowhere else she belonged.

Hey, you goof. Sorry Im late.

Dave looked up just as Julia was sitting down. She was wearing her usual: shorts, a plaid blue shirt over a tank top, the pair of flip-flops she loved so much that they were now made up of more duct tape than the original rubbery material. Her light brown hair was in a loose ponytail, two perfect strands looped around her ears. If the lights ever went out in her presence, Dave was pretty sure the brightness of her eyes would be more useful than a flashlight.

Sokay. How was hanging out with your mom this weekend?

Greatest thing ever. Dont get me wrong, the dads are awesome. But my mom is the coolest person alive.

Hyperbole foul, Dave said.

Julia crossed her legs at the ankles and looked around the harbor. Did I miss anything interesting?

There was a couple breaking up by the ice cream shop. I couldnt hear what they were saying, but the girl was such a sad crier. I wanted to go give her a hug, but that might have been a little weird.

Julia gave him a smile and stole a sip from the bubble tea hed been holding.

Tell me more about your mom. What makes her so cool?

Everything, Julia said. She lives the kind of life that I didnt even understand was an option. She once biked from Canada to Chile. On a bicycle. For, like, months. Other adults work from nine to five and then go home to watch TV. She bikes a whole continent.

Huh, Dave said, impressed. That is pretty cool. How come shes never come by before?

Shes too busy being awesome, Julia said. She glanced around for a little while, swirling the drink in her hand. Dave followed her gaze to a little boy riding his tricycle down the harbor, his parents walking calmly behind, beaming with pride. So. High school tomorrow. Big day.

Yup, Dave said with a shrug, reaching for his tea back.

He imagined what other kids might be doing in anticipation of starting high school. Picking out outfits, getting haircuts, quarreling with parents and siblings, texting each other messages that made more use of emoticons than proper punctuation.

Any thoughts? Concerns? Schemes?

Oh, you know. Nothing specific to high school. Take over the world.

She scrunched her mouth to one side of her face, then looked straight at him, which always made Dave feel like he was either lucky or about to turn into a puddle. A lucky puddle, thats what hed felt like ever since hed met Julia. Were still gonna be us?

What do you mean?

I mean...were kind of different from most people, right? We dont do what everyone else does. Were more likely to bike a continent than watch TV all afternoon.

I guess so.

Julia drank from his bubble tea, aiming the fat straw at the dark spots of tapioca that settled on the bottom of the cup. When shed sucked up a few and chewed on them thoughtfully, she looked down at the ground. As long as we dont get turned into something that looks more like high school, more like everybody else and less like us, Ill be okay.

She glanced at him, then looked across the harbor at the bay, where the water was starting to take on the color of the sun.

So Im not allowed to become the high school quarterback that dates the cheerleading captain?

Im going to throw up this bubble tea right in your face.

He bumped her lightly with his shoulder, thrilled as always at the weight of her next to him, the warmth of her skin beneath the plaid shirt. I dont think you have anything to worry about. You couldnt be a clich? if you tried.

Julia smiled at that, tucking a strand of hair back behind her ear. She grabbed the bottom of the bench with her hands and leaned forward a little, stretching, and the brown tress slipped back in front of her face. She kicked at the backpack by his feet. You have any paper in there? I have an idea.



THE KIDS WALKING past Dave seemed to be in some other universe. They moved too quickly, they were too animated, they talked too loudly. They held on to their backpacks too tightly, checked themselves in tiny mirrors hanging on the inside of their lockers too often, acted as if everything mattered too much. Dave knew the truth: Nothing mattered. Nothing but the fact that when school was out for the day, he and Julia were going to spend the afternoon at Morro Bay.

No one had told him that March of senior year would feel like it was made of Jell-O. After hed received his acceptance letter from UCLA, high school had morphed into something he could basically see through. When, two days later, Julia received her congratulations from UCSB, only an hour up the coastline, the whole world took on brighter notes, like the simple primary colors of Jell-O flavors. They giggled constantly.

Julias head appeared by his side, leaning against the locker next to his. It was strange how he could see her every day and still be surprised by how it felt to have her near. She knocked her head against the locker softly and combed her hair behind her ear. Its like time has ceased to advance. I swear Ive been in Marroneys class for a decade. I cant believe its only lunch.

There is nothing in here I care about, Dave announced into his locker. He reached into a crumpled heap of papers on top of a history textbook he hadnt pulled out in weeks and grabbed a single, ripped page. Apparently, I got a C on an art assignment last year. He showed the drawing to Julia: a single palm tree growing out of a tiny half moon of an island in the middle of a turquoise ocean.

Dont show UCLA that. Theyll pull your scholarship.

Dave crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it at a nearby garbage can. It careened off the edge and rolled back to his feet. He picked it up and shoved it back into the locker. Any notable Marroney moments today?

I cant even remember, Julia said, moving aside to make room for Daves locker neighbor. The whole day has barely registered. She put her head on Daves shoulder and let out a sigh. I think he ate a piece of chalk.

It was pleasant torture, how casually she could touch him. Dave kept exploring the wasteland of his locker, tossing out a moldy, half-eaten bagel, occasionally unfolding a sheet of paper with mild curiosity, trying not to move too much so that Julia wouldnt either. He made a pile of papers to throw out and a much smaller one of things to keep. So far, the small pile contained two in-class notes from Julia and a short story hed read in AP English.

Still on for the harbor today?

Its the only thing thats kept me sane, Julia said, pulling away. Come on, why are we still here? Im starving. Marroney didnt offer me any of his chalk.

I do not care about any of this, Dave repeated. Liberated by the absence of her touch, he walked over to the trash can and dragged it toward his locker, then proceeded to shovel in the entirety of the contents except for the books. A USB memory stick was wrapped inside a candy wrapper, covered in chocolate, and he tossed that, too. A few sheets remained tucked into the corners, some ripped pieces stuck under the heavy history textbook.

But something caught his eye. One paper folded so neatly that for a second he thought it may have been a note hed saved from his mom. Shed died when he was nine, and though hed learned to live with that, he still treated the things she left behind like relics. But when he unfolded the sheet and realized what he was holding, a smile spread his lips. Daves eyes went down the list to number eight: Never pine silently after someone for the entirety of high school.

He looked at Julia, recalling the day theyd made the list, suddenly flushed with warmth at the thought that nothing had come between them in four years. She was holding on to her backpacks straps, starting to get impatient. Everything about Julia was beautiful to him, but it was the side of her face that he loved the most. The slope of her neck, the slight jut of her chin, how the blue in her eyes popped. Her ears, which were the cutest ears on the planet, or maybe the only cute ones ever crafted.

David Nathaniel OFlannery, why are we still here?

How have we been best friends for this long and you still dont know my full name?

I know most of your initials. Can we go, please?

Look at what I just found.

Is it Marroneys mole from sophomore year?

Our Nevers list.

Julia turned around to face him. A couple of football players passed between them talking about a party happening on Friday. She was quiet, studying Dave with a raised eyebrow. You wouldnt lie to me, would you, OFlannery? I could never forgive you.

Gutierrez. My last name is Gutierrez.

Dont change the subject. Did you really find it? She motioned for him to hand the paper over, which he did, making sure their fingers would brush. The linoleum hallways were starting to empty out, people were settling into their lunch spots. I was actually thinking about this the other day. I even wrote my mom about it, Julia said, reading over the list. A smile shaped her lips, which were on the thin side, though Dave couldnt imagine wishing for them to be any different. We did a pretty good job of sticking to this.

Except for that time you hooked up with Marroney, Dave said, moving to her side and reading the list with her.

I wish. Hes such a dreamboat.

Dave closed his locker and they peered into classrooms they passed by, watching the teachers settle into their lunchtime rituals, doing some grading as they picked at meals packed into Tupperware. Dave and Julia wordlessly stopped in front of Mr. Marroneys room and watched him try to balance a pencil on the end of a yardstick.

This is your one regret from high school?

Theres a playful charm to him, Julia said, in full volume, though the door was open. Im surprised you dont see it.

They stared on for a while, then made their way out toward the cafeteria. The line was at its peak, snaking all the way around the tables and reaching almost to the door. The tables inside the cafeteria and out on the blacktop had long since been claimed. Kind of cool that we never did get a permanent lunch spot, Dave said, gesturing with the list in hand. I hadnt even remembered that it was on the list. Had you?

No, Julia said. The subconscious is weird. She reached into her bag and grabbed a Granny Smith apple, rubbing it halfheartedly on the hem of her shirt. How do you feel about the gym today?

He shrugged and they walked across the blacktop to the basketball gym tucked behind the soccer field. They had a handful of spots they sometimes went to, usually agreeing on a spot wordlessly, both of them headed in the same direction as if pulled by the same invisible string. They entered the old building, which used to smell of mold until a new court had been installed, so now it smelled like mold and new wood. The walls were painted the school colors: maroon and gold. Next to the banners hanging from the ceiling there was a deflated soccer ball pinned to the rafters.

Julia led them up the plastic bleachers. A group of kids was shooting around, and one of them looked at Dave and called out to him. Hey, man, we need one more! You wanna run?

No, thanks, Dave said. I had a really bad dream about basketball once and I havent been able to play since.

The kid frowned, then looked over at his friends who shook their heads and laughed. Dave took a seat next to Julia as the kids resumed their shooting. I think youve used that one before, Julia said, taking a bite out of her apple.

Im kind of offended on your behalf that they dont ask you to play.

They did once.

Really? Dave rummaged through his backpack for the Tupperware hed packed himself in the morning. Why dont I remember that?

I was really good. Dunked on people. Scored more points than I did on the SAT. Every male in the room suppressed the memory immediately to keep their egos from disintegrating.

Dave laughed as he scooped a plastic forkful of chicken and rice. It was a recipe he vaguely remembered from childhood, one hed found in his moms old cookbooks and had taught himself to make. His dad and his older brother, Brett, never said anything about it, but the leftovers never lasted more than two days. So, youve heard from your mom recently? Julia had been raised by her adoptive fathers, but her biological mom had always lingered on the fringe, occasionally keeping in touch. Julia idolized her, and Dave, whod been yearning for his mom for years, could never fault her for it.

Yeah, Julia said, unable to keep a smile from forming. Shes even been calling. I heard the dads tell her the other day that shes welcome anytime, so theres a chance that a visit is in the works.

Dave reached over and grabbed Julias head, shaking it from side to side. Long ago, in the awkward years of middle school, that had been established as his one gesture of affection when he didnt know how else to touch her. Julia! Thats great.

You goof, Im gonna choke on my apple. She shook him off. I dont want to get my hopes up.

Her hopes should be up. Her biological daughter is awesome.

Shes lived in eight countries and has worked with famous painters and sculptors. No offense, dear friend, but I think her standards for awesome are a little higher than yours.

Dave took another forkful of rice and chewed it over slowly, watching the basketball players shoot free throws to decide on teams. I dont care how great of a life shes led, if she doesnt come visit you shes a very poor judge of awesomeness.

He glanced out the corner of his eye at Julia, who set her apple core aside and grabbed a napkin-wrapped sandwich out of her bag. He was waiting to catch that smile of hers, to know he had caused it. Instead, he only saw her eyes flick toward the Nevers list, which was resting folded on his knee. They turned their attention to the pickup game happening on the court, each eating their lunch languidly.

For the last two periods of the day, Dave could feel the seconds ticking by, like bugs crawling on his skin. He reread the Nevers list, smiling to himself at the memory of him and Julia stealing the pen away from each other to write the next item. He gazed out the window at the blue California sky, texted Julia beneath his desk, scowled at the two kids in the back of the room who somehow believed that what they were doing was quiet enough to be called whispering. Next to him, Anika Watson took diligent notes, and he wondered how she was mustering the energy. He wondered how many of the items on the Nevers list shed done, whether she was going to the Kapoor party that hed overheard was happening that Friday night. Looking around the room, he imagined a little number popping up above each persons head depicting how many Nevers theyd done.

At the final releasing bell of the day, Dave and Julia met up in the hallway, silently making their way out to the parking lot, where Julias supposedly white Mazda Miata should have been glimmering in the California sun but was barely reflective thanks to the year-long layer of dust shed never bothered to clean off.

Before Julia said anything, Dave knew what shed been thinking about. He knew her well enough to read her silences, and thered been only one thing on her mind since hed found the list. He smiled as she spoke. What if we did the list?

Dave shrugged and tossed his backpack into her trunk. Why would we?

Because two more months of this will drive me crazy, Julia said. She unzipped her light blue hoodie and threw it into the car on top of his backpack, then stepped out of her sandals and slipped those into the trunk, too. Weve got nothing left to prove to ourselves. High school didnt change us. Maybe its time to try out what everyone else has been doing. Just for kicks. God knows we could use some entertaining.

It was one of those perfect seventy-five-degree days, more L.A. than San Francisco, though San Luis Obispo was perfectly in between the two cities. A breeze was blowing, and now that Julia was wearing only her tank top it almost tired him how beautiful she was. Itd been a long time of this, keeping his love for her subdued. Itd been a long time of letting her rest her head on his shoulder during their movie nights, of letting her prop her almost-always bare feet on his lap, his hands nonchalantly gripping her ankles. Hed been a clich? all four years of high school, in love with his best friend, pining silently.

He opened the passenger door and looked across the roof of Julias car, which was more brown than white, covered with raindrop-shaped streaks of dirt, though it hadnt rained in weeks. I hear theres a party at the Kapoors on Friday.

Julia beamed a smile at him. Look at you. In the know.

Im an influential man, Ms. Stokes. Im expected to keep up with current events.

Julia snorted and plopped herself down into the drivers seat. So, no Friday movie night, then? Were going to a party? With beers in red plastic cups and Top 40 music being blasted and kids our age? People hooking up in upstairs bedrooms and throwing up in the bushes outside and at least one girl running out in tears?

Presumably, Dave said. Ive never actually been to a party, so I have no idea if thats what happens.

Julia lowered the top of the car, then pulled out of the schools parking lot and turned right, headed toward California One and the harbor at Morro Bay.

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