Sunburst (Starbright Series) (16 page)

             
Even if Seth and I survived this current predicament, I would most likely live out my days childless. I was the Protector of Earth. Where other Stars could take a sabbatical off the battlefield for a few years to raise a child, I didn’t have that luxury. Serena was filling in now, but when I had all my powers, I was expected to do this job full time.

             
And there would be no warm house or full table to sit down to. I would be spending the rest of my life in hiding. With or without Seth, it was going to be a lonely life.

             
I hadn’t really thought how lonely until now.

             
One day I would have to give up Tristan and his crazy family. One day I’d have to walk away from these beautiful people to keep them safe. And away from Piper. And my parents.

             
I’d already lost Seth- for now.

             
But seriously, how much more would I have to give up in order to do my job properly?

             
And in the end would I feel like I’d lost my soul too?

             
I shook my head and tuned back into Allison who was asking me to whisk her gravy. She must have had a very long day. While there were things where she demanded my help, her famous gravy was not typically one of them.

             
But then she disappeared.

             
I watched her retreating back sprint up the staircase; my mouth dropped open. I looked from the stairs to the gravy, back to the stairs and back to the gravy.

             
“How did this happen to me?” I demanded to the empty kitchen.

             
“You have got to learn to put your foot down, Stel,” Tristan chided me from the doorway. He had already showered and changed clothes. “She is going to continue to walk all over you until you stand up for yourself.”

             
“Easy for you to say; she’s your mom. I can’t stand up to her. I’m not physically capable.” I inhaled his freshly showered smell and tingles erupted in the lower part of my belly.

             
It was nice of him to invite me over for dinner; but seriously, couldn’t we have suffered through our sweaty practice clothes and dinner together?

             
Those thoughts fled my mind as soon as I turned around to face him. His jeans were slung low on his waist and his t-shirt seemed just a teensy bit too small, but somehow he still made it work. More than work. Probably it was his flat stomach and unfair six pack. His shortly buzzed hair was still glistening with water remnants and he was barefoot.

             
All that combined together made the most delicious picture of him I’d ever seen; I was even more confused with what to do.

What was it about boys and being barefoot that got to me?
              Possibly, I had a weird foot fetish.

             
“Need help?” he offered.

             
“Yep,” I grinned at him. When he walked over to see why, I handed him the metal whisk, slapped him on the back and shot him a wink. “I’m hoping you have better luck than me.”

             
Then I disappeared back to the long table in the center of the room that somehow fit eight to ten people at it, depending on the night, and which of her children’s friends Allison had invited over to dinner.

             
I picked a crouton out of the salad bowl and watched Tristan work his gravy magic. Tristan half-turned around to talk to me while he whisked away at the gloppy mess I’d managed to make in under fifteen seconds. But Truman walked through the door before he got a chance to say anything.

             
I smiled at Tru and waved at her to sit down. She was gorgeous in her ten-year-old glory. Her hair was cut in a short bob that framed her cute face, and her eyes were a bright blue that matched her mom’s shade more than her dad’s. Her nose was also a replica of her mom, which was good for her because a Shields man had a very prominent nose that would have done her delicate face a complete injustice. And she had the prettiest full lips I’d ever seen.

Tristan had the same ones.

“Stella!” She squealed at me.

“Tru!” I squealed back. I stood up and pulled her into a warm hug. Immediately I felt hot all over with affection. I loved this girl. And no matter what weirdness was happening outside my world, I didn’t want to neglect the people I cared about. I pulled her into a chair next to mine and then demanded, “Alright, give me all the gossip. What’s happening in the fourth grade?”

She rolled her eyes at me. “I’d much rather hear about the gossip in the eleventh grade.”

Pretending innocence, I looked shocked and said, “But there isn’t any gossip in the eleventh grade! We’re much to
o mature for that.”

Tristan snorted and Truman giggled. “That’s not what I heard,” she said with attitude.

“Oh no,” I groaned. “What have you heard?”

Allison walked in at that moment. She’d run a brush through her light brown hair and put
on a little makeup. She’d also changed her shirt. She looked like a new woman. I was really impressed.

“Stella, I wanted
you
to make the gravy!” she whined when she saw her son hard at work and alone over the stove.

“Shh,” I shushed her on a laugh
. “Truman’s about to spill all the good gossip.”
“Ooh,” Allison cooed. “I want to hear.” She slid into a chair across the table and propped her

chin
in both hands and waited patiently for Truman to begin.

             
Gossip was definitely the favorite pastime of every single inhabitant of our six-hundred population town. We developed a thirst for it young, and it grew to be almost an obsession by the time you were popping out babies and tending to the house. Truman was on the cusp of middle school, just learning how fun it could be to sit around with your girlfriends and dish details. As long as it wasn’t done maliciously, it was also something her mom fully promoted and grilled her on every night. I couldn’t help but get into the excitement of it over here. My mom wasn’t exactly the gossiping kind, but I’d still picked up the bad habit. Allison and Truman were my fix.

Loving the attention, Truman began, “Well, word is there’s trouble in paradise with Piper

Cassidy and Lincoln Chase.” This was a big piece for Truman; I wondered how she had heard about it before me.

             
Allison gasped with the perfect amount of outrage, “Why? They’re so cute together.”

             
“I don’t know,” Tru shrugged. “All I know is that they are not a very happy couple. Or that’s what Becca Henry says anyway.”

             
Bree’s little sister. I should have known! But why did Bree know more than me?

             
“It’s probably because she’s such a b-b- bee sting,” Tristan commentated from the stove. His mother shot him a drilling glare before she returned her attention to Truman.

             
But Tru was looking at Tristan. “Why would you call her a bee sting? I think she’s nice.”

             
I rolled my eyes at Tristan’s creativity and stuck up for my other best friend, “She is nice. She’s my best friend. My real best friend.” I winked at Tru again and she giggled.

             
Tristan snorted again.

             
“Then you tell us what’s happening with Lincoln and her,” Allison pressed. Her eyes lit up with expectation and I felt the sting of disappointment hit my stomach.

             
“I have no idea what’s going on,” I admitted. “Last I knew they were happy. This is a surprise to me.”

             
“Well, maybe it’s not true then,” Allison offered sweetly.

             
“Maybe. Tristan, have you heard anything?”
              “Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Lincoln’s calls me every night and talks to me for hours about it.”

             
Ok, sarcastic much?

             
We ignored him after that.

             
Allison looked at me for one more moment with narrowed eyes and pursed lips before turning back to Tru. “Tell us what else!” Then she looked at me, “She won’t talk like this unless you’re here. Usually she just tells me to go away.”

             
Tru blushed a pretty shade of red and so did Allison. Because even though she was trying to make it a joke, I could tell it was really bothering her that her ten year old wouldn’t open up to her anymore.

             
I tried to help out a little by saying, “Tru, you have to tell your mom the gossip! That’s like the number one rule of sharing. I tell my mom the gossip all the time.”

             
“Really?” she asked a little disbelievingly.

             
“Really,” I nodded. “Only my mom never knows anything about what I’m talking about. You’re so lucky that you have a mom who already knows who everybody is and will understand what you’re talking about.”

             
Truman smiled at me a little wickedly; I just hoped that worked. It was definitely important to share the gossip with her mom, just in case anything weird was going on at school. This way would ensure that Allison would be kept up to speed, for at least another year. Then it was up to Allison; I was out.

             
“Ok, what else?” I demanded, smacking my hand on the table forcefully.

             
She turned a deeper shade of red and avoided my gaze.

             
Oh no.

             
“Tell me!” I coaxed with a nonthreatening smile on my face.

             
“Well, there was this one rumor that your boyfriend ran away from home, and joined some kind of gang. And now you’re going off the deep end and hanging out with kids who smoke, and that you’re skipping school and stuff.” She said it in a rush of breathlessness and I almost smiled.

             
Almost.

             
“What?” I gasped. Tristan burst into laughter at the stove. “Gah! When gossip comes back to bite you in the…. eye!” I edited for Truman’s benefit.

             
“Stella, you have a boyfriend?” Allison sounded outraged. I wasn’t sure if it was because she was mad that I hadn’t told her, or that I would dare date someone other than Tristan.

             
“No!” I quickly assured her. “There was a boy that was kind of interested in me, but he…. moved away.”

             
“Oh,” she sat back in her chair clearly relieved.

             
“We were never official though.” I reinforced that whole point one more time, lest Brian come in and get in on this action too. “And I’m not skipping school. I was sick for a few days, but I never intentionally skipped class.”

             
Allison’s brow smoothed out and then she pinned me with a, “What about hanging out with kids that smoke?”

             
“There’s one boy that smokes,” I clarified. “And I don’t so much as hang out with him as I can’t get away from him. He follows me around.”

             
“Like a dog,” Tristan grumbled. And then he announced, “Gravy’s done!”

             
The kitchen became a flurry of movement as Troy and Trevor seemed to appear from thin air; Truman ran off to find Brian, and Tristan and his mom brought all the food over and set it strategically in between the mass of place settings. Then came the scramble for a chair to sit in, which was a lot like musical chairs, except there were enough for everyone, and the object was more about getting to sit by who you wanted to and avoiding sitting by a parent.

             
Dinner went the same way. There was lots of shouting conversations and laughter. It felt so nice to be surrounded by Tristan and his family again. There was just such palpable warmth in this family that I wanted to soak it all up and keep it with me forever.

             
After dinner Allison shooed her younger kids away to go do homework and made me promise to come back on Sunday for their big family dinner. I was feeling absolutely content after the delicious meal and the happy conversation, that I immediately agreed.

             
“Oh, Tristan, before Stella goes home, why don’t you go show her the basement,” Allison suggested coyly.

             
This was her attempt to get us alone. I held the secret belief that she thought if she could put us together in enough dark, isolated places, we would accidentally fall into each other and start making out.

             
Ok, it had almost happened several times, so she wasn’t far off base. But it was funny coming from his mom.