look like they’re about ready to start fucking right in front of us. Taking a moment to actually see what’s going on around me, I’m starting to understand what Lea has been saying about growing up. This life doesn’t fit anymore. I don’t want to hold onto my youth, partying every weekend. It’s time to start busting my ass if I have any hope of making my dreams come true.
“I can’t. She’s in school, and we both know that I’m going to have to let go and move away if I’m going to take the next step. Am I supposed to ask her to run off to Tennessee with me?” Not even Robby knows that I’m ready to go, as soon as I can come to terms with everything I’m leaving behind. I’ve been saving up for this trip since the first summer I worked for my dad. And last year, while Robby and Lea were both in school, I was working with a homeschool co-op, giving music lessons to kids who weren’t in conventional schools.
“You afraid she’d say yes?” Robby asks, point-blank. He leans back against the makeshift bar secured to the wall, settling in for as long as it takes to hear what he wants to from me.
“Fuck yes! I know she’ll have her shit in the car before I can finish asking her.” Heading south is going to be hard enough for me, there’s no way I’m going to let her give up her own dreams for mine.
“Failing to see the problem. She can go to school there as easy as she can up here.” He tips back his beer, draining the amber liquid before tossing the empty bottle into a barrel in the corner. “And you two have worked harder at avoiding one another than most couples do at staying together. It might sound pussy, but that girl is your soul mate.”
He hops off the stool, asking me if I want another beer while he’s up. I nod, straining to see through the crowd to where I left Lea. She’s curled up on the end of the couch, struggling to stay awake, despite the thumping bass filling the room. As soon as I can shake Robby, I need to get her home. She’s usually the responsible one who drives me home, but tonight it looks as if it’s my turn.
“Fuck dude, you really do have it bad.” Robby laughs as he hands me a beer. I set it on the bar and stand to get back to check on Lea when I see Amanda whispering something in her ear.
“You’ve known this for a while. I’m not going to deny that, but it doesn’t mean I can do anything about it, either.” Robby follows me into the living room, which is a good thing, just in case I need him to run interference with the catty bitches who look like they’re about ready to pounce.
“Hey, I’m going to pour her into the car and head home. If you want to get some of our crew together and follow me, that’s cool, but I think CB needs to be somewhere comfortable to sleep this one off.” Robby helps me get a very inebriated Lea off the couch, clearing the way as I lead her to the door. This is more than just the few beers I watched her pound during quarters. A pit forms in my stomach as I wonder what the fuck happened before I got here.
“Give me your keys, I’ll grab the Cutlass so you don’t have to carry her down the block.” I turn to the side and Amanda reaches into my pocket for the keys so I don’t have to let go of Lea, who can barely stand on her own by this point.
Robby sinks onto the top step next to me while we wait for Amanda to get back with my car. I can’t remember the last time I let anyone other than Lea drive it, but I have to trust that she’ll be able to drive the beast without hitting anything.
“How much did she have?” Robby asks, putting voice to the question running through my mind. It doesn’t escape me that Robby and Amanda are the only two who even seemed to notice how bad off Lea is. The rest of them either don’t give a shit or don’t care and that pisses me off.
“No fucking clue, but not this much. I swear, if that fucker slipped her something before I got here, I’ll kill him.” It’s not a threat,