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Authors: Nia Stephens
So you think Bree should end things with Thomas now? Read on to see what happens!
Chapter 6
Love Is Blind?
“S
o what happened between you and Thomas?” was the first question that Lucas asked when Kylian introduced him to the girls. Four hours earlier Bree had told Thomas she wasn't interested in seeing him again. Of course, she had announced her decision to Sutton, who had probably called Kylian the instant Bree went upstairs to her apartment to call Thomas. It was entirely possible that if Lucas was with Kylian he may have known before Thomas did.
o what happened between you and Thomas?” was the first question that Lucas asked when Kylian introduced him to the girls. Four hours earlier Bree had told Thomas she wasn't interested in seeing him again. Of course, she had announced her decision to Sutton, who had probably called Kylian the instant Bree went upstairs to her apartment to call Thomas. It was entirely possible that if Lucas was with Kylian he may have known before Thomas did.
“Nothing,” Bree said, wriggling for a bit more room. The four of them were smashed into the back of Sam's Mercedes, on their way to hear Teensie McPhoo at a small club in Alphabet City. Sutton thought it would cheer Bree up, since she was a little down since her chat with Thomas. She had chosen the “Let's just be friends” line, which he had accepted gracefully. And though Bree didn't want to date him, the next time her mother dragged her to some New York Philharmonic event, Thomas was just the man to take along. “We just don't have all that much in common.”
Lucas laughed sympathetically. “Thomas is a bit one-sided, I guess. But he's an absolute genius when it comes to music. You should hear him play sometime.”
“Maybe,” Bree conceded. “Do you play something?”
“Me?” Lucas blushed red as his hair, which was as red as a crayon. Bree thought he was adorable in an awkward, absentminded sort of way. “On a stage? Never! But Thomas is great. He actually seems more comfortable on stage than he does just hanging around.”
“What do you mean?” Bree asked.
“Oh, you know how it is.” Lucas shrugged, causing Sutton to whine about feeling squashed. “When you're nervous, you just blab about whatever comes to mind. When Kylian and I first got together for coffee, I thought all he did was sit in his room and read sci-fi novels from the fifties.”
“That is all I do,” Kylian insisted.
“No, you read sci-fi i from the sixties, too. And the early seventies,” Lucas taunted. They sounded suspiciously couple-like for two people who had only gone out for a week. Of course, Bree knew that they had e-mailed each other for almost a month before meeting, and talked on the phone every day for three weeks. She was beginning to wonder if that was a better way to do the online dating thing, instead of meeting after one e-mail. “But I wouldn't have known that after one date,” Lucas concluded.
“All right, if you two start staring into each other's eyes, I'm going to hurl,” Sutton griped.
“Seriously,” Bree said, sticking her tongue out at Kylian.
Later on at the show, Bree bought a Teensie McPhoo CD and wrote a quick note for Thomas on a napkin:
Hey there,
You haven't heard funk until you've heard it on bagpipes. I hope you enjoy it.
âBree
“Give this to Thomas, would you?” Bree asked Lucas.
“No problem,” he said, but he gave her a searching look. Bree didn't feel any need to explain herself. She told Thomas she just wanted to be friends. Friends were allowed to give each other CDs.
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That Monday night, Thomas gave Bree a call.
“That was a very strange CD you gave me,” he began. “Thanks!”
“Didn't like it?” Bree asked, underlining the words she was going to emphasize in a script Fee had sent over.
“I do, actually. It reminds me of a trip to London we took one winter. Some guy kept walking past our hotel playing bagpipes for the tourists. He was great. When it was really late, he would play Elvis songsââLove Me Tender,' âCan't Help Falling in Love.' Good stuff.”
“That sounds wonderful,” Bree said. “I love London, especially around Christmas.”
“We usually go to Venice for Christmas. We have a place near St. Michael's Square, right over the water. It's so different thereâno cars, no motorcycles. You can hear water everywhere.”
They wound up talking for an hour, and music didn't come up once. Bree was beginning to think that he might actually turn out to be a real friend, which was an exciting possibility. Her whole life she had been part of the Bree-Sutton-Jordan-Kylian crew, and with Jordan gone, she missed having a third partner in crime. Everything was different since Jordan had left for college. They couldn't even fight anymore, because inevitably it was two against one. And that was no fun at all. Maybe Thomas could complete the square.
“I want to meet this Thomas guy,” Sutton said a few weeks later when Bree dropped her fifth “Thomas said” during their morning run.
“Get Lucas to invite you to the Gardner winter formal,” Bree suggested. “I'm going with Thomas.”
“Oh really?” Sutton puffed. “I thought you were just friends.”
“We are. But we're getting to be good friends, and Thomas and I dance really well together,” Bree gasped. “Are you running faster on purpose?”
“I'm not running faster,” Sutton insisted. “You're just talking too much.”
“Maybe. Mom says my cell phone bill tripled last month.”
“Fine. I'll ask Lucas,” she agreed. “I've got to meet the guy who can triple your telephone time. But what'll we do with Kylian? He'll be ticked if he gets left out.”
“Doesn't Lucas have a little sister at Gardner?”
“Ew!” Sutton moaned. “That's too freaky!”
“What about Sarah Ribera's girlfriend?”
“But then who'll invite Sarah Ribera?”
“Who else is gay at Gardner?”
“Like I would know,” Sutton sighed. “But we'll figure something out. I want to meet this Thomas guy before you decide that he's the One.”
“It's not like that,” Bree said. “He's just a pal, like Jordan.”
Sutton shot Bree a dark look. “Thomas is not like Jordan.”
“Actually, he's a lot like Jordan. Smart, funny, OCD about music.”
“If you say so,” Sutton said doubtfully. “How're the new shoes?”
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That afternoon Bree had a screen test for a role as a victim in a crime show, and immediately afterward headed over to Thomas's house for popcorn and hot chocolate in what had already become a tradition. Bree analyzed her performance and Thomas either cheered her up or congratulated her, depending on how she felt. This was a night of congratulationsâMrs. Fira poured a little brandy in their hot chocolate before allowing them some privacy in the living room. They sprawled all over the vast, overstuffed sofa, completely relaxed. Bree had never felt so free with anyone, but Thomas wasn't judging her looks, her behavior, her parents, or anything else. He accepted Bree for who she was, and, to her amazement, she had learned to do the same thing. She no longer thought of Thomas as a blind guy, but just a guy, one of her guys, who happened to be blind.
“How are things with Sutton?” he asked once Bree was finished rehashing her screechy death scene.
“Still weird,” she admitted. “She's decided she has to come to the Gardner winter formal to meet you.”
He raised his eyebrows behind his sunglasses. “She could just come up here. Or I could meet her somewhere.”
“No, I think it would be better at a formal event. Even if she weirds out completely, she won't do anything that will destroy her dress.”
“Why exactly is she making such a big deal about this?” he asked. “You're not her only friend, and you have friends she doesn't know, like Selah and Melikka.”
Bree felt blood rushing to her cheeks. She knew why Sutton was being so odd. Thomas wasn't just a friend, at least not to Bree, and she was pretty sure he felt the same. And Sutton was still so hung up on Jordan, she hadn't said yes to a single date the entire school year. If Bree and Kylian both had boyfriends, Sutton would feel left outâand Sutton didn't have much tolerance for feeling left out.
“Sutton's pretty complicated,” Bree said. “I never know all the reasons for the things she does. But we're not twelve anymore. She'll get over it.”
“Well, if you want her to come to the ball, we'll find a way,” Thomas said, squeezing Bree's knee. Her skin tingled from scalp to foot, wondering if Thomas would take it any further or keep it friendly. His hand lingered, but it didn't travel. Between her growing feelings for Thomas and her worries about Sutton, Bree thought she might go crazy. But, as usual, Thomas pulled her out of her circling thoughts and distracted her with Gardner gossip and two new CDs. When Bree finally left, she felt calm, happy and hopefulâbetter than she ever felt at the end of a date.
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It took some maneuvering, but Kylian, Sutton and Bree all got invitations to the Gardner winter ball, sharing a table with Thomas, Lucas, Sarah Ribera, Jenna Renard, who was Sarah's girlfriend, and Sarah's dateâone of Jordan's cousins. It was an odd combination, and no one could keep the dates straight, but Bree didn't care. She had been looking forward to it for days: two of her oldest friends getting to meet her newest. Thomas and Kylian got along just fine, but, to Bree's amazement, Sutton took an immediate dislike to Thomas.
“He's so pompous,” Sutton sneered when she and Bree headed to the restroom after dinner, before the dancing began. “Did you see the way he holds out his glass to be refilled, like he really is some kind of royalty?”
“He's blind,” Bree pointed out, dabbing on a bit on translucent powder around the edges of her mouth. “He can't see the water pitcher, which would make it hard to fill a glass.”
“True. But it's the way he holds it,” Sutton insisted, blotting the oil from her cheeks. “And the way he holds back from conversations, like he's too good to join in.”
“You can't expect him to have a whole lot to say about Sarah's new dye job or how gorgeous Jenna's gown is.” Bree straightened up. “Sutton, you know all this. What's your problem?”
“He's not Jordan,” Sutton said, turning from her reflection to face Bree directly.
“I noticed. But neither am I, and you don't hold that against me.”
“You want him to be the new Jordan, but it's not going to work.”
“Because you don't like the way he holds his water glass?”
“Because I don't like him.”
“Come on, Sutton,” Bree sighed. “You know perfectly well that if you had met him first, you'd adore him.”
Underneath her foundation, Sutton went red. “I would never go for a guy you were dating,” she insisted.
“That's not what I said,” Bree pointed out.
“You impliedâ” Sutton began, gesturing violently with a powder brush.
“Sutton Marie Harris!” Bree hissed. “My dress is not the same color as your skin. Stop powdering it.”
Looking her friend in the eye, Bree was startled to realize that Sutton was near tears.
“That isn't waterproof mascara,” Bree said, giving her a hug. “Settle yourself, or you'll have to wash your face and start all over. What exactly is the problem?”
“I don't want a new Jordan, unless he's my Jordan,” Sutton said, exaggerating her own whininess. “It's not fair for you to be lucky in love while I've gotten nowhere since Jordan left.”
“For the record, I haven't gotten lucky yet,” Bree pointed out.
“But you will,” Sutton sniffed. “A blind man could see Thomas adores you.”
“That doesn't mean our relationship has to change. I've known Thomas for a month. I've known you since we didn't have teeth.”
“Things will change,” Sutton said. “They always do.”
“Exactly. Thomas and I might break up, and you might meet someone new. But we're still best friends. Right?”
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