Steamy Dorm

by Kristine Robinson

  “Of course your feelings matter. But how could you love me? Your father…” She trails off, averting her eyes. I guide her into taking a seat beside me on the bench, knowing that my time could very well be running out. It’s only a matter of time before the bus comes, and somehow… somehow I have to convince her to stay.

  “I don’t believe that you’re a murderer, Brianna. I believe something happened to make you feel like you deserve that title, but… you’re no murderer. Just explain what happened.” I plead, reaching out to cup her cheeks in my hands. She looks at me with tears in those beautiful eyes, and I would give anything to take that pain away. She rests her hand atop one of my own, pressing her cheek into my palm. She closes her eyes, seemingly allowing herself to revel in the sensations for a brief moment.

  “I… my girlfriend and I…” Brianna begins, pausing and inhaling a quaking breath. “We were on vacation. We were driving from the West Coast to the East Coast, and I planned to ask her to marry me once we reached our destination. I never got the chance. While I was driving one night, a storm hit pretty bad. She suggested that we book a hotel and wait it out, but I was so eager to reach our destination and…” Brianna trails off in a choking sob. I wait patiently for her to finish, wiping away her tears.

  “What happened, Bri? You can tell me. I won’t blame you. I love you.” I murmur, brushing a hand through her hair.

  “We were in a car accident. A truck slammed into the passenger side of her car, and she… was killed on impact. I survived, with barely a scratch. The other driver couldn’t see us because of the bad weather, so… you see, what your father suggested isn’t untrue. I… I am a murderer.” Brianna wept, and my heart clenched in my throat at how utterly forlorn she seemed. I pulled her into my arms, the sound of the bus growing near causing my heart to pound in my chest.

  “Bri, Ronald only twisted your story to serve his purposes. You’re no murderer. It was out of your hands, what happened. It’s unfortunate, and I know that you loved her, but… you can’t blame yourself forever. Especially not for things that are ultimately out of your hands. Believe me, I’ve watched my father blame himself for my mother’s death for years, because he didn’t make the trip in her stead, but… Oh, Bri. If he knew the truth, he wouldn’t blame you.” I murmur, pausing as the headlights of the bus catch my attention. It comes to a stop in front of the bus stop, and Bri glances to the large vehicle with uncertainty in her gaze.

  “I should… leave. You’d be better off without me. You deserve better.” She sputters, and I tense my hands in her shirt, pulling her flush against me and kissing her tenderly. She stiffens against me, but soon relaxes into the kiss. Both of us have tears streaming from our eyes, and I realize we probably look entirely foolish, wrapped up in each other beneath the bus stop shelter. The bus driver opens the door, squinting out at us in the rain.

  “Are either of you planning to board?” The man calls out, ire obvious in his tone. Brianna opens her mouth to reply, but I stare pleadingly at her, willing her not to say what I’m certain she plans to.

  “I could never be better off without you. You’re the only person I’ve ever loved, like this.” I whisper, knowing how insignificant it must seem to this woman who lost her soulmate to a car accident. She hesitates, glancing towards the bus driver. He quirks a brow, tapping his watch in a way that seems to indicate what a rush he’s in.

  “We were actually just trying to stay out of the rain, sir. Sorry.” Brianna calls out, and though it’s obvious that her intention was to leave, judging by the pile of suitcases at her side, the bus driver rolls his eyes and nods before sliding the door shut once more. As the bus drives away, Brianna watches it go, before turning to consider me with a quirk of her lips. “I thought I could never love again. Not like I loved… her. But then you walked into my life, and… well. If you’re not willing to give up on me, who am I to push you away?” She murmurs timidly, seeming to consider her next words. “I… love you too, Kitten.” She confesses. My heart swells with adoration, and I can feel the tears pooling in my eyes as I jolt forward to kiss her. Suddenly finding the foul weather rather fortunate, I lose myself in her embrace.

  The rain will slack off soon, and the storm is finally over.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  The rest of the summer seems to pass in an utter blur, with my father and Brianna tentatively making amends. Upon hearing her side of the story, my father was stricken by how poorly he had treated her, though she assured him apologies were strictly unnecessary. At the very least, she had allowed him to put her back on the payroll, and most of the remainder of the summer was spent mending broken ties at the bakery. As far as Ronald goes, I have no idea what happened to that sleazeball. All I know is that it’s going to be nearly impossible to go back to school now that the summer is over.

  I’m at the bakery early, exchanging chitchat with Jana as Brianna cooks in the back. My father steps in, looking at the three of us with a proud smile. I approach him, still feeling apologetic for how cruel I had been to him. He pulls me into his arms, resting his chin atop the crown of my head.

  “I never realized how lucky I could be.” He murmurs, and I draw away, tilting my head in curiosity. His lips quirk mirthfully, and he glances to the back where Brianna watches us with a warm smile. “Here, I thought I’d only ever have one daughter.” He grins, kissing my forehead. I giggle and Brianna’s eyes widen, showing that she had clearly heard the older man. He glances to the back area, and she pretends to busy herself with cooking.

  “Brianna, dear, come out here, please.” My father calls out. She reddens, but obliges, awkwardly shuffling out of the kitchen. “I feel it’s only appropriate to let you take your lunch break early, seeing as our Kitten has to leave soon.” He says, looking a bit mournful. Brianna wrings her hands uncertainly before nodding, grabbing my father in a hug.

  “Thank you, sir.” She murmurs. He booms in laughter, watching the two of us as we awkwardly watch each other from the corner of our eyes. He rests a hand on my shoulder, meeting my gaze with warmth, and for once, confidence.

  “I’ll make sure your boo is well fed while you’re off at college. Is that the correct term? Boo?” He smiles, knowing how uncomfortable I’ll get.

  “Dad!” I groan, dragging out his name petulantly. He smiles warmly, and Brianna rumbles a laugh as well. Seeing how warm the two are growing with each other makes me wish I didn’t have to leave so soon. Before long, he’ll probably be as protective over Brianna as he is with me. I smile, reaching out to pull my father into another hug. “Thank you. For everything.” I murmur into his ear. He chuckles, his body shaking with mirth.

  “Anything for my Kitten. Now, you two lovebirds go say your goodbyes. You need to get back on the road soon, don’t you?” He murmurs, ushering me away. I spot him wiping a tear from his eyes, and swallowing a lump in my throat, I take Brianna by the hand. “I expect you back in time to close, Miss Brianna.” He calls out as I drag her away.

  “Yes sir!” She calls back, falling into step beside me as we clear out of the bakery. I can tell by the tension in her shoulders that something is bothering her, though it’s pretty obvious what that ‘something’ is. We walk hand in hand down the sidewalk, making our way to our familiar spot at the bus stop. It’s devoid of people, as is the norm, and we take a seat on the bench. Brianna wraps her arm around me, burying her face in the top of my head. She inhales shakily, and I can tell she’s nearing the verge of tears. Truth be told, I’m scarcely holding myself together as well.

  “You know I’ll visit as often as I can. Not just the summer. And… you can always visit me, you know? My dad offered to help you pay off that car, right?” I murmur, wiping a tear from my eyes. She rumbles a laugh, refusing to move from her spot curled around me.

  “He’s helping me enough by letting me work for him.” She retorted, brushing her hand through my hair. “I can’t help worrying… that something will happen to you. I know your dad is worried too, but…” Brianna trails off, drawin
g away. “We’re both really proud of you. I would never stop you from going back to school, so I just want you to promise that you’ll be safe.” She mutters, rubbing the back of her neck. I smile fondly at her obvious attempts to refrain from latching on to me, and as always, I’m ever enchanted by what a softie this supposed tough girl is.

  “Brianna, you know that you and I are forever…” I purr, and she reddens, rubbing her cheeks in embarrassment. I lean in, capturing her lips in a kiss as the bus pulls up to the stop. The door opens, and the bus driver rolls his eyes upon seeing us.

  “Don’t you two have any place better to hang out?” He grouses, and I offer him a polite smile.

  “You won’t have to worry about me for a few months, Mitch. I’m headed back to college, so I’ll be out of state for a while. I’m trusting you and daddy to take care of my little Bri bear.” I grin, and his cross expression melts away, giving way to amusement.

  “Ah, hell. You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to your schnookums.” He says, putting the bus in park for a moment and stepping out to sweep me into his arms. In the months previous, we’d come to know Mitch as a pretty nice guy, and he’s become one of Brianna’s best friends. I suppose it was inevitable, considering how many times he’s caught us making out at the bus stop. He knows it’s a special place for us, but never gives up on the chance to give us hell over it. I know he cares a lot about the two of us, and he jokes that we’re the purest example of true love he’s ever seen. It comforts me knowing that Brianna will have plenty of support while I’m in college, but still…

  “Seriously. Take care of her.” I whisper in the grouchy man’s ear, and he chortles in response.

  “Of course, Princess.” He grins. He draws away, stepping back up into the bus. He pauses, glancing towards Brianna. “If you’re not too busy moping tonight, me and the boys are playing poker at my place. You’re welcome to join.” He calls out. She quirks a watery smile, but nods, apparently not trusting herself to speak. As the bus pulls away, I retreat to her side, taking her hands in my own.

  “What if you find someone… better. In college? Someone smarter? Or… prettier…” She mutters, and I bark out a laugh. I trace my finger along her bottom lip, snagging the new piercing in the middle. I grin, giving it a teasing little tug.

  “Oh, there could be no one more beautiful. To think, I used to think piercings were tacky.” I grin, teasing her.

  “And I used to think short skirts and heels were dumb.” She retorts, quirking a grin. My watch begins to beep, and I curse, looking at the alarm that signals it’s nearing time for me to leave. She looks pained for a moment, but shakes it off, gathering me in her arms and peppering kisses across my face.

  “As much as I’ll miss you, you had better head out. Be safe, okay? If it starts raining or gets too dark to see or--” She rambles, but I cut her off with a chaste little kiss.

  “It’s not that far a drive, baby.” I murmur. She reluctantly seems to accept that, releasing me and walking me back to the bakery, where my car is parked. As I slip into the driver’s seat, she leans in the window to steal one, final kiss.

  “I love you, Kitten.” She murmurs, drawing away.

  “I love you too!” I call out the window, turning the ignition and slowly backing out. As I drive away, I catch sight of my family and my newfound love in the rearview mirror. Though we have to be apart for now, I know that nothing will come between our love-- Not even murder allegations. Resolving to text her that little joke later, I draw my eyes away from my rearview mirror and look to the road ahead.

  What a great summer.

  That Blonde Girl

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  A First Time Lesbian Romance

  I have a problem. My tendency to keep dating people who are not single is the reason I've had my heart broken so many times. Because I'm an idiot, however, the next person who grabs my interest also falls into the taken band camp. As well as an actual band camp.

  She's Jordan DeWitt, tall, blonde haired, a guitarist, and a damn good one. Her lyrics are perfection, much like her. I've learned every song by heart. So would you, if you worked at a place where people came to sing. Her partner's a good singer, though Noelle's deadly looks at me could burn holes in my clothes. My best friend of course, is warning me to not be stupid, to leave things well alone. He's nice like that.

  Unfortunately, I can't. Maybe I'm just a sucker for forlorn love. Or maybe, this time, I've found something special.

  After all, a girl's gotta hope, right?

  * * *

  Chapter One

  My shift has ended, but the torment hasn’t. Freddy Roberts sprawls out on the opposite side of me with a shit-eating grin, the kind that makes me want to punch his stupid face in. He works in the same position as me, though he tends to cover morning shifts, and I'm there for the afternoon.

  “Told you so,” he says, taking a sip of the coffee I had brewed for him, two minutes before I threw off my waitressing apron and saved my feet from near death by four-inch heels. They now rest comfortably in Adidas sneakers.

  I glare at my friend. Freddy is as tall as a Viking, towering above everyone else I’ve ever known, and has the don’t-fuck-with-me muscle build on his arms and chest. His shoulders always look like they’re threatening to burst out of his shirt. He’s not the worst looker on the planet, either, though he’s taken, and has been for a year. Band music plays in the background. On the stage of Café Fix, a group of three guys are murdering their instruments – the kind of people you expect to find performing in their mom’s garage until the neighbors slap a noise ban on them.

  “I was convinced,” I say morosely, though I know I’m kidding myself. I feel something gnawing at my stomach lining. My heart already curses the day my now ex-boyfriend was born. I’m also slightly disgusted with myself at having been led on for so long. You know, with the usual damming thoughts: How could have I been so blind? So naïve? The self-loathing is a cacophony in my head. All the signs were there. I just chose to ignore them and walk straight into the badly disguised pitfall ahead. “I was so convinced he loved me.”

  “Sweetheart,” Freddy said, “I told you from the beginning that he was just saying it to get into your pants. I still can’t believe you fell for it.” Freddy adopted a dramatic, gloomy expression. “’Oh, Clarissa. I love you so much, we are meant to be. I promise you that things have been stale between me and my horrible, frigid and loveless wife. We’re just in the process of divorcing. Soon, I will be free, to pursue my love with you; just,” he clutched his hand, face contorted in agony, “keep waiting for me…’”

  “Fuck off,” I mumble, aggressively stirring my cappuccino. Parts of brown foam slop out the sides.

  “Turns out tonight he’s celebrating his anniversary with his wife. So you, my dear and deluded friend, you got played.”

  “You could be nicer to me about it,” I say, both irritated and weary because I know he’s right. It doesn’t make me feel any better, though. “It just feels like I have terrible taste in men.”

  “Yes,” Freddy agrees, “You do. But you’re also a sucker for a sob story. If they give you a good one, you’re in, hook, line and sinker.”

  “That’s not true,” I say, though, again, my mind is now whirring through all my past encounters, leading up to Howard, who had unceremoniously snubbed me in favor of the wife he was apparently divorcing. Thinking of him sends a fresh surge of hatred. Bastard. “It’s not like you have an epic relationship, either. Doesn’t your girlfriend want it to be all open just to keep things interesting?”

  “Yeah, she does. So?”

  “Well. Isn’t that like her saying she plans to cheat on you?”

  “No. It’s far from the same thing as yours. He was seeing you in secret, lying to you and his wife. My girlfriend and I are completely honest about our wants and desires.”

  “Sure,” I say, disbelieving. I feel like a relationship such as Freddy’s is just too good to be true. I hope it does work, I just can
’t see how it would. Not that I’m the perfect judge of things, but hey.

  Freddy holds up his arms magnanimously. “I’m off the market. Happily, and forever.”

  “Technically, sort of on it,” I disagree, thinking of the fact that he has the ability to sleep around.

  Freddy smiles thinly, but doesn’t bother to contradict me.

  I sigh relief when the awful trio on the stage mosey off, and then perk in interest when I see Jordan DeWitt heading toward me, guitar neck poking above her head.

  I’ve lost count of the number of times she’s had a coffee off me, a treat on the house for the evenings when I’ve been working and she’s been performing with her girlfriend. Her hair is long, lanky, with yellow strands. Her eyes appear dark in the lighting, but they’re actually hazel, and can be bright green on a good sunny day. I like the way they change color so drastically, and truthfully, I tend to give her a coffee on the house, just so I get the opportunity to chat with her first hand, and steal time with those eyes. She’s a good-looking gal, after all.