to handle whatever it is you’re keeping from me.”
I changed the subject.
“We could have fun here, ya know, but instead you’re being mopey and morose.”
He smirked.
She’s so smart.
“Morose?”
“Yes, morose.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to be morose now would I?” he joked.
“No. Please lighten up,” I pleaded.
“I’ll try. But, Maggie. It’d be so much easier if you just told me what was going on.”
“Nothing,” I said and tried for convincing.
He didn’t buy it but didn’t look quite as upset anymore.
“Ok. I’m going to put on my suit. That shiny pool is calling my name. Are you in?”
“Sure. I’ll be out in a minute,” I assured and sent him a small smile.
He nodded and made his way to the doors and up the stairs.
I sighed and sat back on the bed. I knew something was going to have to change. Bish was not going to give up on this until he knew and I wasn’t sure how he’d handle it all despite his assurance he’d be ok with it.
I felt a hand on my back the instant before I heard his thoughts.
You’re right about that. We’ll have to be more careful from now on.
I turned to him and laid my head on his stomach like a pillow and looked at him.
“I don’t care if he thinks I’m a loser, I mean, it sucks but I can deal with that. I just don’t want him to find out the truth and go berserk.”
“I know.” He ran a hand through my short locks. “We’ll figure something out. So, Chris was telling me about a party tonight at the pier, I know you heard. You wanna go? It’ll take Bish’s mind off things.”
“What kind of party?”
“Beach party. We’ve known them since I was ten. We always came during the summer and used to surf together. He’s good people just really rich and a bit unconventional.”
“What does that mean?”
“He’s a self made rock star. His band started making videos on YouTube. Now they book gigs all over and aren’t even signed but they make a killing. His parents were already rich before that but now...”
“So what’s so unconventional about him?”
“Well...picture Russell Brand and Jonah Hill have a baby.”
I bust out laughing.
“You’re kidding?” I said through a giggle.
“Nope, sadly not. He’s a little hefty but he wears no shirts, ever. He always wears leather pants and has this crazy curly fro hair. It’s pretty hilarious but it’s all for his image, to be crazy, eccentric and to keep his music going.”
“Ok. So will they be playing at the pier?”
“No doubt.”
“We can go if you want.”
“Good. So, surfing? You ready?”
“Crap, I forgot. I just promised to go swimming with Bish.”
“It’s ok. I’m still kinda tired. Kyle and I stayed up until almost four.” I shook my head at him. “I know. We’ll surf tomorrow morning,” he promised.
“Ok. Hey, why can’t we cure sleep? I mean, you’d think we’d both reenergize each other and not ever be sleepy.”
“I wish. It’s the one thing we can’t cure. That and hunger.”
“Alright, well, I’ll let you get back to sleep then.”
“Thanks, baby. I won’t be too much longer. Then I’ll make lunch, ok? I make a mean spaghetti.”
“Ok.” I got up to leave but he grabbed my hand.
“Hey. Everything is gonna be ok, you know that right?” He waited for me to nod. “Good.” He kissed my hand and I smiled at him as I made my way out.
I put on my suit and made my way to the pool where Bish was doing laps. I jumped right in and started doing them with him. I was faster than I used to be, I could tell.
We did laps together as he told me about New York some more, though I already knew most of it from listening to his mind. Now, he planned to move back in with Dad, temporarily, and find a good job in the city and then find an apartment. He didn’t tell me but I knew he was lonely. He hadn’t made any friends in New York, not for lack of trying but literally no time to and also no want to. He didn’t want to be attached to a