Never Always Sometimes
Never date your best friendAlways be originalSometimes rules are meant to be broken.Best friends Dave and Julia were determined to never be clichés so they even wrote their own Never List of everything they vowed they’d never, ever do in high school.Some of the rules have been easy to follow; But Dave has a secret: he’s broken rule #8, never pine silently after someone for the entirety of high school. It’s either that or break rule #10, never date your best friend. Dave has loved Julia for as long as he can remember.So when she suggests they do every Never on the list, Dave is happy to play along. He even dyes his hair an unfortunate shade of green.It starts as a joke, but then a funny thing happens: Dave and Julia discover they’ve actually been missing out on high schoolAnd maybe even on love.Praise for Adi Alsaid'Reminiscent of John Green’s Paper Towns' - School Library Journal'Balances both the quirky fun and the harsh realities of adolescence’ - Entertainment Weekly‘Let's Get Lost is an absorbing, beautiful novel we all need in our lives. Phenomenal!’- Pretty Little Memoirs'a sweet tale with real heart – get in early before the rest of the reading world catches up’- Heat'For readers of John Green' - Fresh Fiction
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‘Captivating, mysterious, fun and deep … for readers of John Green’
—Fresh Fiction
‘If you’re looking for the perfect summer read, this is it.’
—Hannah Harrington, author of Speechless and Saving June
‘Five love stories, beautifully woven together by a special girl […] A do-not-miss.’
—Justine magazine
‘A captivating cross-country journey, where four strangers’ adventures collide into one riveting tale of finding yourself’
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‘Mesmerising. A story of love, loss, ambition and finding the true meaning of life’
—Glitter magazine
ISBN: 978-1-474-03339-8
NEVER ALWAYS SOMETIMES
© 2015 Adi Alsaid
Published in Great Britain 2015
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Version: 2018-10-26
For Sylas and Lucy
Contents
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 I’m 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.
“S’okay. How was hanging out with your mom this weekend?”
“Greatest thing ever. Don’t 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 couldn’t 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 he’d been holding.
“Tell me more about your mom. What makes her so cool?”
“Everything,” Julia said. “She lives the kind of life that I didn’t 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 she’s never come by before?”
“She’s 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.”
