The Distance Between Us (12 page)

I’m distracted. “Oh. Right. We closed early. So what are you guys up to?” I look back and forth between Skye and Henry. They obviously had plans before I intercepted Skye for a ride.

“Henry came over so we could all hang out with you.”

“Oh. Cool.”

Henry flicks at his cheek twice, making a pinging noise. “Um . . . you also invited Tic over tonight. He’ll be here in a little while.”

“What?”

Again he pings his cheek. “We told Tic you invited him to come hang out at the shop.”

“Wow, that was nice of me. Why would I do that?”

Skye smiles. “Because after he kissed you, you were smitten.”

“Is that why I haven’t talked to him in two weeks? Because I was smitten?”

She shrugs her shoulders.

“Tell me you didn’t tell him that.”

“Just relax. Come on, we’ll chill in the back and then you won’t feel like we’re standing around waiting for him.” She pulls me to the stockroom.

“So you
did
tell him that?” I sink onto the couch in the back room and think about damage control while Henry and Skye talk about some show the band is playing in a couple of weeks. Before I come up with any good plan, the bell on the front door rings and my heart stops.

“We’re back here,” Skye calls out.

What was I going to say?
Tic, hey. We kissed? What? Hmm, I don’t remember that.

I look up as footsteps shuffle into the room. “Xander!” Yes, I yelled his name but otherwise remained frozen. He had showered and was perfectly clean and back to his normal self. Looking at him like that makes me feel the layer of dirt on my exposed skin. I rub my arm. Why didn’t I shower?

Xander nods to Skye and Henry then says, “Caymen, you forgot this in my car.” He holds up my sweatshirt. “And I brought food since you didn’t stay and eat.”

That seems to be his theme: Showing up with food. Hot chocolate, muffins, and now French.

He sets it down on the coffee table and unloads several Styrofoam boxes. “Uh, I only brought two forks.”

Skye crawls forward on her knees. “Who needs forks?” She scoops up a hunk of cheese-covered bread and pops it in her mouth. “Hey. I’m Skye. I saw you a couple weeks ago at the club.”

Xander nods and takes Skye in, from the top of her bubblegum pink hair down to her unlaced army boots.

“Xander, this is my best friend, Skye, and her boyfriend, Henry.”

“
Her
boyfriend,” Xander says.

“Of course.” I remember the day Xander had walked in the store when Henry was singing for me. He had gotten the impression that Henry was my boyfriend. Oops.

He shakes his head. “Good to meet you, Skye and Henry.”

“You, too,” Skye says, taking another bite. “Mmm, this is amazing.”

Xander sits next to me on the couch and hands me a plastic fork. “Are you feeling better?”

“Better?” It takes me a second to remember the excuse I had used to leave the restaurant. “Oh. Yes. All better now.”

He raises one eyebrow like he knew my secret. “So, Henry,” Xander says. “Your band. Very impressive. Have you guys recorded anything?”

“No. We’re working our way up. We have to earn money for studio time.”

“I have access to a studio that you’re welcome to use anytime for free.”

“Are you yankin’ me?”

“I don’t . . . uh . . . yank. Call me sometime and we’ll set it up.”

Henry pulls out his phone, obviously ready to make sure he nails down the phone number before the offer is withdrawn. Xander relays the number.

“Where is everyone?” I hear Mason yell at the same time the bell rings.

Chapter 19

I
widen my eyes at Skye and she bites her lip.

“Back here, Tic,” Henry yells.

I stand, wondering if I should intercept him before he comes back, but it’s too late. Mason in all his beautiful-hair-and-lips glory comes walking into the stockroom. He gives me a wide smile. “I thought you said you were coming last week. Instead you disappeared on me.” He crosses the room in three steps and crushes me into a hug, smelling of cigarette butts and peppermint breath mints. “I didn’t pin you as a girl who’d kiss and run.” He says this next to my ear but I know everyone heard. Then he kisses my cheek.

Talk about the king of bad timing. I pat his shoulder awkwardly then back out of his hug. A silence stretches across the room. I tentatively glance at Xander to see how he’s taking all this. He has on his standard serious face.

“Dude,” Henry says. “Xander just said we could use his studio to cut a few tracks.”

Mason looks lost so I step aside and say, “Mason, this is Xander. Xander, Mason.”

Xander extends his hand.

Mason gives him a sideways five. “Hey, man.” Then proceeds to study Xander intently before adding, “I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

“He was at one of our shows,” Henry says.

“No. That’s not it. Are you some sort of record producer?”

Xander gives a single laugh. “No. I’m Caymen’s
friend
.” Did he emphasize the “friend” or was I hearing things?

Mason looks at me, his forehead still wrinkled as if trying to work out his thoughts. He blinks hard then says, “Nope. Have no idea. Thanks for the studio time.”

“Sure.”

Mason drops down next to Skye on the floor and lounges back on one elbow. With him on the floor and Xander sitting stiffly on the couch, it’s like an “Opposites Demonstration” is being acted out live for me. Two people couldn’t be any more different than Xander and Mason. And the weird thing is that seeing Mason again makes me realize he probably is a good fit for me. Surely more than the rich guy I’m constantly assigning motives to for wanting to hang out with me. Is it sad that I don’t even know my own type? Shouldn’t I know my type? I slowly lower myself back onto the couch.

I don’t know what to say to get rid of the awkward silence. Does Xander think I ditched him to hang out with another guy? I want to say I didn’t know Mason was coming, but that would probably make him feel stupid. Instead I opt to say nothing and take another forkful of chicken as an excuse not to talk.

“Oh,” Skye says. “Look at my weekly find.” She thrusts her fist forward and the hanging chain of the bracelet on her wrist sways with the movement. “Ten dollars.”

Everyone leans forward.

Mason runs a finger across a blue stone. “You wasted ten bucks on that? It doesn’t look edible to me. We could’ve filled our fridge with that money. Right, Henry?”

“Amen, brother,” Henry says. “I think we have a pack of mustard in there right now.”

“Nope. I ate it yesterday,” Mason says, and we laugh.

“You ate a pack of mustard?” Xander asks. “By itself?”

“I was hungry.” We all laugh again.

“I once ate a bowl of mayonnaise when I was hungry,” Henry says.

“Once my dad didn’t shop for three weeks,” Skye says, “and I ate some shriveled-up carrots from the bottom of the veggie drawer.”

Mason kicks my foot. “You have dirt smeared across your forehead.”

Xander laughs and I wipe at it. “Yeah, we were out at the graveyard today digging.”

Skye lets out a little yelp. “Oh. I forgot you were doing that today. How’d it go?”

Xander clenches and unclenches his bandaged hand. “It was interesting.”

Skye gives me a knowing smile.

Mason seems a bit confused but then asks me, “How’s your mom doing?”

“She’s good.”

The room is completely silent for several beats until Xander’s phone rings. I jump. He steps away from the group and answers it using the hard voice he seems to save just for his father.

“How do you know that guy?” Mason says.

“He’s the grandson of a customer.”

“A rich customer,” Skye adds.

Mason moves to his knees. “What are we all eating? Foo-foo crap?”

“It’s good,” Skye says. “Rich-people food. You should try it.”

Xander walks back over while hanging up the phone. “Caymen, I have to run.”

“Okay.”

“Good to meet everyone.” When he’s almost to the door, his gaze lingering on me, I realize I’m being rude and jump up to follow him. Once outside I stop in front of his car.

“You have some interesting friends,” he says. The practiced smile from back at the restaurant is on his face and I don’t like it.

“Yeah, they’re fun.” I point to his pocket. “Who was on the phone?”

“My dad. Hotel emergency.”

“What does a hotel emergency consist of?”

“This time some idiot burned a hole in a customer’s dress shirt while ironing it. My order is to find a replacement shirt, hopefully in town.” He’s taken on his business voice: serious and matter-of-fact like he’s talking to a colleague and not me.

“Hopefully in town?”

“Well, it depends on the brand. We might not have the retailer in this sprawling metropolis of ours. If we don’t, I’ll have to head up to San Fran or somewhere. I’ll call around first.”

“So why are you guys responsible for some idiot getting a hole burned in his shirt?”

His hand is in his pocket and he’s bouncing his keys up and down. Is he hinting that he wants to leave? “Because the idiot that did the burning is one of our employees. Well, was. I’m sure he’s been fired.”

“Fired?”

It takes Xander a moment to register why that would shock me. “He just cost the company an important customer.”

The wind has blown a strand of hair across my face, and when Xander reaches out to brush it away, I move it myself and take a few steps back. “Have fun with your emergency.”

He looks down at the new space I created between us then shakes his head and says in a hard voice, “He’s met your mom?”

“What? Who?”

“Lip-ring guy.”

“Mason. Yeah, he has.” Just once, in passing, but right now I don’t care if Xander thinks more. I’m irritated. I thought Xander was different but tonight has proved to me that he isn’t. I wanted him to be different.

“Your mom approves of him and you’re worried she wouldn’t approve of me?”

“Mason’s friends have never called me a stray. So is that so hard to believe?”

“What?”

“I heard what your friend called me.”

He gives a single, bitter laugh. “That’s why you left? You should’ve eavesdropped a little longer because he was referring to my shirt. He calls flannel the ‘dog-catcher fabric.’”

My chest tightens and I think about saying sorry, but that’s not the only thing that bothered me tonight. “Well, thank goodness you’ll never have to wear it again.”

He pulls his keys out of his pocket. “Bye, Caymen.”

“Bye.” I don’t look back over my shoulder even though I want to so badly. I want him to stop me from walking away. And I’m angry with myself for wanting that.

He doesn’t stop me.

Back in the stockroom Henry is packing away his guitar and Skye is wrapping a scarf around her neck.

I don’t want to be left alone. My stomach hurts. “Where is everyone going?”

“Henry doesn’t like the offerings.” Skye points to the food on the table. “We’re loading up on some real food at the corner mart.”

“Real food as in nachos and day-old corn dogs?”

“Exactly,” Henry says.

I carefully add three seconds’ worth of Mountain Dew to my cup then move to the Powerade.

“What’s she doing?” I hear Mason ask.

Skye laughs. “It’s her special mixture. She spent all last summer on this experiment. She has now discovered the perfect formula of soda fountain mixture.”

“I’ll have to try it,” Mason says, the owner of the gas station trailing behind him as he walks. The owner doesn’t trust teenagers and he always follows us around telling us the “deals of the day” in a veiled attempt to make it seem like he’s not watching us. Right now he is telling Mason about the sale on beef jerky and Mason is messing with him by asking if he can mix and match different items. The only one amused by this is me. Skye is pumping mustard onto an oversized hot dog.

I finish up my last add-in and take a sip. Perfect. Skye may make fun of me but this was an experiment worth the effort. “How much would you pay for a shirt?” I ask suddenly, thinking of the hundreds of dollars Xander was about to spend on a replacement shirt for his “important customer.”

“I got this one for fifty cents at the Salvation Army,” Mason announces proudly, pointing with a stick of beef jerky to the band logo on his T-shirt. The owner intently follows the movement of the jerky with his eyes as if Mason is going to slip it up his sleeve.

“That’s awesome even for a thrift store,” Skye says with a nod, clearly impressed.

“Five bucks for these jeans,” Henry says. “I would’ve been willing to pay six though.” He lifts his shirt to show us a full view of his butt.

I laugh. Including the overly suspicious gas station owner, these are my kind of people.

Mason points and blinks at the same time, giving a loud “Aha!” that makes me jump.

“What?” I ask.

“That’s where I recognize him from.”

I turn slowly, following his finger to a
Starz
magazine on a rack behind me. In the corner on the front page is a picture of Xander.

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