by Jessica Grey
“Could you start by filling these out and then photocopying them for me? Insurance forms and stuff that Maureen is having us do. Not sure why: pretty sure it should be her job. Thanks, Alexandra, really appreciate it.”
Alex stared at the stack of files, and then up at Nicholas’s brilliant smile. “Um, okay.” She gathered up the surprisingly large stack and stood up awkwardly. “When do you need them by?”
“Tomorrow would be great. Oh, and you’ll still need to do the regular interning duties until we can shift some to Becca and Luke. Speaking of Luke, are you friends?”
Alex blinked, trying and failing to keep up with the swift topic change. “Me and Luke? No, we aren’t friends.”
“Hmm.” Nicholas assessed her, and the calculating look in his eye further confused Alex. “Well, that’s good, he seems too cocky for his own good. Glad you know better than to get involved with someone like him.”
Alex had no idea what to say to that. Part of her thought he was being unfair to Luke, but another bigger part of her held out hope, however small, that he had a personal reason for hoping she wasn’t involved with Luke. Another tiny part of her knew she was being a totally stupid, hopeless idiot.
“Oh, um, okay. I’ll get these copied for you.” She managed a smile and a relatively graceful exit from the room, all of which was lost on Nicholas because he had already returned his focus to his laptop, offering her an absent minded wave as a goodbye.
*****
“You know how you can tell Ernesto’s is a fine dining establishment?” Becca asked as she set her bright orange tray down on the scarred table across from Alex and slid into the booth.
“You can’t,” Alex answered. “There’s nothing fine about it, but it’s darn good pizza.”
Ernesto’s offered the only reasonably priced lunch alternative to brown-bagging it on the lawn and was therefore a favorite hangout of the summer interns, or at least the non-anorexic ones who enjoyed good food. In other words, everyone but the art interns. It was dark and cramped, the decor was straight out of the 1970s, and Ernesto’s served the best and cheapest pizza anywhere in Los Angeles. It was also within walking distance of the museums, making it easy to get to on breaks.
Alex and Becca were enjoying their first Ernesto’s lunch of the summer. They’d been volunteering together at GeMMLA since the ninth grade, and eating together at the pizza joint had become a tradition.
“You can tell because they have both strawberry and grape soda on tap. It’s like the gods of flavored soda smiled down on this little piece of the city and blessed us with Ernesto’s.” Becca unwrapped her straw and stuck it in her styrofoam cup. “Grape,” she informed Alex before draining half the cup in one slurp. “Oh my word, that’s so good. Their soda calibration is really good here too. Good calibration cannot be underestimated.”
“Hmm,” Alex agreed, taking a huge bite out of her slice of sausage pizza. “The gods of pizza must be in cahoots with the soda gods, ‘cause this pizza is awesome,” she said around a mouthful. “I miss this during the rest of the year.”
“Yeah, Ernesto needs to franchise. I never have time to drive this far for pizza during the school year. Although,” Becca’s face brightened, “I’ll be closer now that I’ll be living on campus.”
“It’s so weird to me to be out of high school,” Alex admitted. “Good—brilliantly great—but weird. I kind of feel like I’m still in class, though, because I have to do all this stupid work for this scholarship thing.”
“That sucks. What do you have to do?”
“There was some reading, and then I have to write an essay. About myself.” Alex grimaced. “Quite possibly my least favorite subject.”
Becca twirled her straw. “Any particular aspect of yourself, or just a general biography type thing?”
“It’s supposed to be about me as a student. And if I have a declared major why I selected it.”
“I’m guessing earth science?” Becca quirked an eyebrow.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Well, why’d you pick it? Why do you volunteer here?”
“I like it.”
Becca gestured with her left hand as she picked up her slice of pizza with the other. “Elaborate.”
“That’s the hard part, when I elaborate I sound weird.”
Becca paused with her pizza mid-air. “Weird how?” she asked before taking a large bite.
“I don’t know. I just love gems and rocks. They, um, make sense to me. More sense than people do, honestly. But that makes me sound like a crazy, loner type.”
“Well, you are a bit of a loner type, but not,” Becca hastened to add as she saw Alex frown, “in a crazy kind of way. Just that you are kind of shy and serious, took us forever to start really talking that first year.”
“Yeah.”
“But, I know what you mean, I guess. I’m more um, socially inclined than you, but I’ve always felt that way too about rocks and metals. It’s more than they just make sense. I don’t know, when I was little I used to think they had personalities. I would pretend that certain rocks had certain character traits. But then I was kind of a goofy kid.”
“I used to pretend that about rocks too. Especially certain gems. You know how the Victorians assigned all these meanings to gems? When I was little I used to look those up in my mom’s old encyclopedia set and laugh at them, ‘cause I always thought they got most of them wrong.”
“Oh my gosh, Alex, we must have been the two weirdest little girls. It’s a pity we didn’t meet until high school; I would have felt less geeky.”
“You are less geeky than me,” Alex pointed out.
Becca grinned. “No, I’m just totally better at hiding it. I remember when I was really young, like preschool, we had this huge sandpit in the back of the school and you know how you can attract the iron fragments in sand with a magnet? I was convinced I could do it with my finger, like I’d stick it in the sand and the iron would gather around it. I was apparently a very imaginative kid. Geek and imagination—probably a bad combo.”
Alex laughed. “Maybe it was a sign of your magnetic personality.”
Becca shook her head sadly. “That’s weak, Alex, so, so weak.” Alex laughed harder and after a minute Becca joined her. “Well, at least I wasn’t looking up the Victorians. Really? ‘Cause that’s stimulating.”
“Oh, come on, it was interesting,” Alex defended herself half-heartedly. “That’s where we get the meanings of flower and birthstones and all that.”
“Really? That’s kind of recent. So what, gems and flowers didn’t have meanings before the Victorians?”
Alex shrugged. “I have no idea. I’m sure they did in different societies. Once I got farther into grade school though, the actual science was more interesting than the stories. Although,” she took another bite of pizza and chewed thoughtfully, “your preschool story sounds like stuff I used to do: probably later, like kindergarten, though. I remember collecting different stones and making funny patterns with them. I was convinced if I made the patterns right that I’d make stuff happen.”
“Stuff? Like magic stuff?” Becca asked, her mouth gaping open.
“Yeah, I guess, although I didn’t think of it as magic. Just like, oh if I make this pattern in Grandma’s garden her flowers will grow faster. I must have seen some movie or cartoon or something that gave me the idea.”
“How pagan of you. I’m totally shocked,” Becca teased. “I thought you came out of the womb with a scientific mind.”
“Pretty sure I did, which is why I barely remember my early dabbling in the magic arts.”
Becca chuckled. “Sounds like straightforward kid stuff to me, did you have a wand?”
Alex looked horrified. “I can safely say I never had a wand, or a tiara, or a princess dress—well, I did have some of those. My mom kept buying them hoping I’d eventually get interested, but I never did. The closest I ever got was a stick that doubled as a sword, and that was only to defend myself against Luke when I
was eight.”
“Hmm, sure it was a sword? It wasn’t a stick that doubled as a magic wand?”
Alex snorted. “Nope, pretty sure it was a sword. Luke got Excalibur of course. I am sure mine had a name, but I don’t remember it. He was always into the whole Arthur thing. I never really got it.”
“I still find it hard to believe that you guys used to be friends. Did I tell you my little brother asked me to get his autograph? He’s convinced in a few years it’s going to be worth tons of money. And this morning there just happened to be a baseball and pen in a ziplock bag in my backpack. At least the kid’s organized.”
“I’m sure he’d sign it for you. Luke’s a lot of things, but he’s really nice about that kind of stuff.”
“Uh-huh,” Becca leaned forward, pushing her empty tray out of the way and crossing her arms on the Formica table top. “So what are these ‘lot of things’ that Luke is?”
Alex flushed. “Are you asking for gossip about the great Luke Reed?”
“Nope. I don’t care about the gossip.” Becca eyed her. “But you obviously have some interesting unresolved issues with him. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk about a guy, other than Nicholas, so I’m intrigued.”
“Maybe we should talk about your unresolved issues with Nicholas,” Alex changed the subject.
“Nice try. I just think he’s smarmy. He reminds me of my mother’s last ex. You know, the kind that could sell ice to Eskimos. I’m much more interested in hearing about—” Becca broke off as she looked up past Alex’s shoulder toward the jangling of the bell over the front door. “I suggest you finish your pizza in about thirty seconds if you don’t want to start dealing with those unresolved issues right away,” she warned under her breath and then added in a louder voice, “Hi, Luke.” She directed a grin over Alex’s head, ignoring the fact that her friend’s face flushed red, then white, then back to red.
“Hey, Becca, Lex,” Luke said as he surveyed the menu board before taking his place in line. Alex composed her face and then turned and offered a half-hearted wave. As she turned back around Becca rolled her eyes and started gathering up her trash onto the tray. Alex looked mournfully at her half-eaten pizza slice before adding it to the pile of trash. Becca raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment as she picked up the tray and headed toward the trashcan. It was a tragedy, Alex reflected to herself, but sometimes even Ernesto’s famous pizza had to be sacrificed for the greater good.
Alex stood up, gathering her backpack as Becca returned to their table and slung her own across her back.
“Catch you later Luke, we’re headed back,” Becca offered as they walked past the register towards the door.
“See you ladies later.” He graced them with a lopsided grin as Alex pushed the door open and Becca followed her out into the blinding sun.
“I’ll say this for the guy,” Becca commented as the door banged closed behind them. “He has to be the hottest man I’ve ever been that up close and personal to.”
This time it was Alex who rolled her eyes.
“It’s true,” Becca laughed as they started back down the street toward the museum. “And if you try to deny objective, scientific fact I will really start getting curious about those unresolved issues.”
“Fine then, I won’t deny it. Every high school girl in a thirty mile radius can’t be wrong.”
“Not sure I’d limit it to just high schoolers. Pretty sure I saw Maureen in the front office flirting with him, and she has to be at least forty. I think his hotness transcends age.”
“That is totally awkward.” Alex jabbed the crosswalk button.
“Awkward, but true. That’s why Nicholas has such a short temper with Luke. He’s used to being the only hot guy at GeMMLA, and Luke is cramping his style.”
Alex shrugged, wisely deciding not to tell Becca about Nicholas’s offer earlier that morning to make her his “personal assistant” for the rest of the summer. “I’m sure Nicholas is too secure to be threatened by an eighteen year old, even if he is, admittedly, attractive.”
“Hmm, okay,” Becca murmured noncommittally as the light changed and the walk sign lit up. “Agree to disagree. Either way, Luke being here, Nicholas’s artifacts—whatever they turn out to be, it makes for an interesting summer.”
“Yeah, I could do with less interesting,” Alex muttered as they crossed the street and headed back out of the glaring sun and into the cool, dark confines of the museum. She hadn’t wanted an interesting summer, and it seemed the easiest way to avoid one was to avoid Luke as much as possible.
~ Chapter Three ~
ALEX’S PLAN TO avoid Luke as much as possible hit a serious road bump the next morning. Maureen, the administrator’s secretary, decided that she needed another student to help give guided tours due to an influx of summer day camp groups taking advantage of the relatively low admission cost and relatively high air conditioning that GeMMLA boasted during the summer months. Alex had the misfortune to be walking past Maureen’s desk as she was telling Luke about the tours and was subsequently roped into training him as a guide.
Giving tours was Alex’s least favorite part of interning. It wasn’t that she minded talking about the gem and mineral samples, it was more that she minded talking to groups larger than one or two. Kids were the worst: it was as if they could smell the fear on you, like little predators. Once they smelled it they would move in for the kill—acting out, touching things they weren’t supposed to. She’d even had her bra snapped by a particularly annoying set of sixth grade boys. Their camp counselors were usually severely outnumbered and there were always a significant portion of the population that was more than willing to cause mayhem.
“The tour handouts and scripts are categorized by grade level,” Alex said in her best professional, businesslike tone as she handed Luke a file folder she’d pulled from a bin inside the tour materials supply closet. “In the summer we mostly get camp groups. It’s often a variety of ages, in which case you can just pick a file in the middle of the age group, so if it’s third-to-fifth grade range use the fourth-grade handouts.”
“Got it.” He smiled slightly as he leafed through the folder she’d handed him. “How different are the tours from grade to grade?”
“They aren’t all that different, but sometimes they highlight different things, for example the fourth-grade tour talks a little bit more about California specific specimens because that’s the year you do California History.”
“Oh that’s right, remember building the missions? Out of sugar cubes? I had Capistrano, but I can’t remember which one you did. Was it Santa Inés?”
“No. San Juan Bautista,” Alex sighed. It made her uncomfortable to talk to Luke about anything having to do with their past. She saw the flicker of amusement in his eyes and hoped he wouldn’t bring up his daring her to eat almost an entire mission wall’s worth of sugar cubes. It had resulted in probably the worst stomachache of her life. Luke had felt horrible and compensated by eating twice as many. Neither of their mothers had been very amused.
“So,” she continued briskly as he started to reply, “I’ll just take you through the tour once, the variations are pretty minimal, mostly the differences are in the level of the word puzzles and stuff on the handouts. Then I, or Becca, can take you through with a real group before we leave you alone with the little piranhas.”
Luke burst out in a laugh. He never laughed half-way: it was always full-bodied and loud. She’d forgotten that about him. “That’s harsh, Lex.”
“Yet true,” she said darkly as she led him toward the front of the lobby, the departure point for the tours.
“They push you around sometimes?” Luke asked sympathetically falling into step beside her. “It’s ‘cause you’re so small. It’s hard for them to see you as an authority.”
“That’s, um, comforting?”
“Well, short stuff, you just have to let them know you’re in charge. Let me guess, mostly boys, right?”
“Yeah, although oc
casionally older girls like junior high level. They excel at eye-rolling and whispering to each other.” Alex wondered briefly why she was admitting this to Luke, but it was out there before she could stop herself.
“Girls,” he said dismissively. “They’re just jealous of you. Not much you can do about that.”
Alex almost tripped over her own feet. Junior high girls were many things, but she doubted any of them were jealous of her.
“The boys though, you could probably put them in their place. I bet it’s mostly fifth grade and up that give you the real problems.”
She nodded.
“Yeah, they can’t really help it. They think you’re hot, and the hormones just make them crazy stupid.”
This time Alex really did trip over her own feet in shock. Luke reached out, grabbing her arm before she could continue her forward momentum face-first into the linoleum, and righted her before dropping her arm and continuing on as if nothing had occurred. “You just have to be firm with them, don’t let them know you’re intimidated. Kind of an ice queen, but you know, without crushing their fragile male egos.”
“‘Fragile male egos?’ This doesn’t sound like the kids I’m talking about,” she protested. Luke was obviously just trying to be nice. No one would for a minute believe her problems with rowdy tour groups was due to adolescent boys finding her attractive.
“Bravado,” he informed her gravely as they came into the front lobby. “Firm without cruelty. Getting put down by a cute high school girl—or college girl I guess now, huh?—it could crush a sixth grade boy for years. Damage him beyond repair. You don’t want that on your conscience.”
Alex glared at Luke as they came to a halt, trying to determine if he was messing with her. The boys that came through the museum in the summer did not appear to be the kind that would be damaged beyond repair if an introverted science geek put them in their place. Not that she’d even know how to do that if she tried.
“I’ll take that into consideration,” she said drily as she turned to survey the lobby. People milled about the lobby in groups of three or four, picking up pamphlets for various displays or looking at the map of the museum. Weekday mornings weren’t the busiest, even in the summer months. “Would you rather I give you the tour, or do you want to cold read it and I’ll guide you in the right direction?” she asked.
