“So this is it, this is what you want?” I said, kissing and sucking the inside of her thigh. “You sure about this?”
“You’re not gonna tell me no again, are you?” she asked playfully, moaning with pleasure as I fondled her smooth wetness. She grabbed my face and pulled me up to her, holding me firm. “I’ve waited for you, and just traveled half way around the world. I could cry, I want this so bad.”
Her soft lips pressed against mine, and she gently licked my lips. Her firm body and soft skin beneath my hands, pressed against my body, had me permanently altered. Being inside of her was more than I could handle. She was wet, hot and tight…I could barely hold on. I’d waited three years for that moment, and it was as sick as I’d dreamt it would be. We didn’t leave my flat for over twenty hours, and just like the past, I didn’t go to rehearsal.
***
A pretty blond flight attendant roused me from my recollection. “Mr. Masters, did you choose your meal?”
“Ah, can you come back?” I smiled weakly. I grabbed the menu, lifting my glasses. Blurry-eyed, I tried to focus on my choices.
Gnawing on a bagel and cream cheese while I stared at the eggs Florentine that she placed in front of me, I contemplated my next steps. It was hard for me to maintain my current relationship, one I shouldn’t have been having. Life with the girl I’d been seeing, Sophia, was now meaningless. All I could think about was Aly. I knew I had to break it off with Sophia, and I should have done it months ago. I thought of Aly and how she told me she’d broken up with her boyfriend before coming to see me in London. It wasn’t that easy for me. I hated confrontation. We never really talked about our other relationships in depth, only that I’d promised I’d break it off with Sophia before she got to New York. Aly was booked to fly back with me to New York in a week, and I’d yet to tell Sophia anything. Fucking kill me, I thought as I wiped the cream cheese from the side of my mouth. Sophia had no idea that’d I’d gotten a new pad to live in, too, all newly furnished and ready for me to move into when Aly arrived. My only saving grace was that at least Sophia didn’t live with me – I’d been staying with her on and off. When I arrived back to New York from London, I immediately found a new pad.
I was beyond stoked to begin a new life with Aly, but dread spread over me as I thought about Sophia. I thought about pulling a dick move and telling her what was up via text, but that would be lame. I waited all this time and pushed it off since London. What was really fucked? I would be flying back with Aly and having her move in with me. I was being a complete douchebag, and I knew it. I had to tell Sophia face to face, as soon as I returned. Why did I have to do everything at the last minute? I was a loser for waiting so long, but I struggled with how to let her go. The guilt I felt was overwhelming. Sophia took me for what I was worth, and accepted my demons. To her, Aly was one of them. She’d always known about Aly and knew I was stuck on her. Our split wouldn’t come as a surprise, but nonetheless, I knew it would hurt her and I felt terrible. I was all over the place with how to handle it. I had no choice now. I was standing at the cliff.
I eventually had to come clean with Sophia that Aly had come to visit me in London. She had heard the lyrics to a new song I’d written, and to her, it was apparent. She called me out on it:
“When was she there?” Sophia’s voice cracked. “Do you think I’m an idiot, Jake? Did you think I wouldn’t read between the lines?”
My stomach sank. I knew this day would come sooner or later. I stood there, staring down at my black Chucks, listening to my voice and music flood the room.
The song ended, and we stood there silent. I searched for the right words to make her feel better, but there were none. I loved her, but I wasn’t in love with her.
“I never lied to you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean, Jake?” She moved closer to me, lifting my chin.
She made me look at her. Her green eyes were watering and her face was flushed.
“Sophia, when we met and started hanging out I confided in you, about Aly.” I reminded her. “You know what she is to me. This doesn’t change the way I feel about you.”
Those words were the truth when I spoke them. I didn’t want to hurt her. I should have broken it off right then – what an idiot.
Thank God I never let Sophia stay with me. That was my rule. The only girl I ever let stay the night in my bed was Aly, and she’d be moving in with me to attend NYU for college. I feared she didn’t want to move to New York, because she kept asking me to return to Los Angeles. If it were only me? I would move back in a heartbeat. I had the band to consider. I’d dragged their asses to the east coast, and it turned out to be the best thing that could have happened for us. The songs we’d cranked out after our move were the ones that really put us on the map. Creativity in the time of pain made for a true connection with people. The fact was, misery did love company.
***
Arriving at LAX, I was exhausted. I hadn’t seen my mother since she’d surprised Aly and I in London, and I hadn’t been back home since I’d moved to New York over three years prior. I was looking forward to being home.
Kyle was waiting for me at baggage claim.
“Fucking A, Bro!” I said, hugging Kyle with a back slap. “Look at you! Where’d the scholar go?” I joked, shoving his shoulder. He looked like someone I would hang out with. He wore a black faded t-shirt and holed-up denim jeans. He even had a tattoo on his forearm. “When did you get the tat?”
“Aw man, I can ask the same about you!” He laughed, pointing at the beginnings of the emblazoned sleeve I had growing on my left arm. “Shit, it’s good to see you, man!” Kyle said, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “Where your bags?”
“You’re lookin’ at’em,” I said, holding up my backpack and a small duffle. “I’m only gonna be here a week.” I was anxious to know about Aly, so I wasn’t gonna fuck around with small talk. “Where’s your sister?”
Kyle breathed in deeply, pausing. He grabbed the top of his head with both hands. He blinked, concerned. “Dude, you shoulda told her you were coming.”
“Why? What the fuck man, spit it out.”
“She’s been hangin’ out with that guy, Nathan, again. She’s with him right now.”
I laughed. “Dude, you had me scared. I don’t care about that guy. Let’s go find her.”
Kyle’s face lit up with a crooked grin. “You guys have the most insane relationship. I don’t get it.” He shook his head. “My parents are gonna die when they see you.”
My stomach turned when his words hit my ears. “Dude, don’t remind me. Do your parents know Aly’s coming to New York with me?”
“Yep, they sure do.” He sniggered. “They’re just concerned you’re gonna ruin your lives together. That my sister’s gonna quit school, get pregnant, and you’ll fail and not be able to take care of her.”
“Don’t mince words. Wow. I’m glad they have so much faith,” I said dryly. I was pissed. They obviously had no idea of where I was in my career. I guess I couldn’t blame them, though. We were a train wreck when I left. “Well, I’m gonna go over there to break the tension, then I’ll meet your dad for coffee, you know, explain how things’ll go down.”
A stunned look flashed on Kyle’s face. “Dude, you’re not gonna ask her to marry you, are you?”
I choked. “Fuck, are you crazy?” I said flatly, trying not to look like I wasn’t lying. Aly obviously didn’t say anything to him about my already proposal, and if she was gonna tell someone, it would have been him.
“Well, shit, man. Sitting down with my dad? Alone? Who does that unless they’re gonna pop the question?”
I chuckled a bit jumpy and caught myself grabbing the back of my neck--my anxious reflex. Shit. I wondered if Kyle noticed the same habits as Aly did. “Naw, man,” I laughed it off. “I just wanna make sure he knows where I’m comin’ from. Dude, I want her to move to New York permanently and go to school out there.”
***
It was just after
nine in the morning and the summer weather was in full motion. It was seventy-three degrees and warming up; the sun was already shining brightly. Gone was the usual cloudy marine layer. I missed it. It was hot and humid back in New York, and I hated it. You couldn’t walk outside without becoming instantly moist and sweaty. Thinking about the upcoming week, I looked forward to chilling with Notting and not having any band shit to deal with. This was the first vacation I’d sniffed, ever.
Driving down the familiar streets coming out of the airport I wondered where Aly was at again. “Aly’s with Nathan, huh? So she stayed the night with him?”
“Dude, I don’t…” he paused.
My insides turned at the thought of her sleeping with someone else. “Don’t be a pussy, Kyle. I wanna hear it.”
“I don’t know,” he stammered, shrugging his shoulders. “I went to the house on the way to get you, to see what Aly was up to, and she wasn’t home. Mom didn’t know where she was at or if she’d come home. Only that she was with him.”
“Does she say with him all the time?”
“Not that I’m aware of. They’ve been on and off since you’ve been back in the picture.” Huh? It sounded like she didn’t tell him anything about her trip to visit me, or that she’d supposedly broken up with Nathan. Fuck, maybe she lied to me, I thought.
This news made me feel better about my Sophia circumstance. Seemed like we were both playing games. Not that it really mattered, but hearing she was with someone else right now made my blood boil. I wanted to find her. Whoever this Nathan fuck was, I didn’t give a shit about hurt feelings. This was it. We agreed to be together. I laughed inside at the hypocrisy of my thoughts, seeing I’d just been with Sophia a few days before and had yet to break up with her.
I didn’t have to wait long. Kyle sent a text to Aly, asking her whereabouts. She was having breakfast at our local beach joint, The Kettle. We arrived in no time. My heart raced as we pulled into the metered parking space right out front. My mouth went dry. As if I was still in high school, I wondered whom this dude was, and if he’d be a dick and wanna fight me.
Come on, it’s all good, I told myself.
I spotted her right away. She was sitting in a booth, facing the front door. Her hair was rumpled, like she’d just woken up. She wore a white tank top that clung tightly to her boobs, making them look especially great. I simmered at the thought of Nathan staring at them too. Standing there, I waited for her to see me, wondering what her reaction would be.
Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw me. She quickly got up, making her way towards me. A look of surprise painted her face, and her smile was genuine. Relief flooded over me. She wrapped her arms around me as I stared in the direction of Nathan, who was looking over his shoulder, peeved. I couldn’t help but smirk. Fuck him with his pretty-boy blond hair. Another fucking sporto, of course. Sometimes I wondered why she chose me. Usually girls stuck with the same type of guy; other than Mike, she’d never dated another musician. This just made me love her more. She wasn’t some band whore like all the others, including Sophia, who’d gone out with her share of famous frontmen.
Aly barraged me with questions, searching my face and squeezing my waist. “What are you doing here? When did you arrive?”
“Just flew in. I wanted to surprise you,” I answered, looking at her lovingly. Her excited state had me zinging inside.
“Come on, let’s go,” I said, kissing her flawless face.
“Jake, I can’t just leave him.” She laughed under her breath, glancing in Nathan’s direction.
“Did you eat already?”
“Yeah.”
“Then you can. Go say good-bye. Tell him the truth and let’s go.” I held her tight to my chest, kissing her again.
She paused, pushing away from me and sighed. Her lips pressed together and her head bobbled from side to side. “Okay. I feel bad though.”
I looked at her with raised eyebrows as she backed away, wearing a helpless expression. She turned and slowly walked back to Nathan. Kyle stood behind me, silently timid and not wanting to get involved in any way, which took me back to our childhood for a split second. I watched Aly intently as she pulled nervously at the caramel colored tips of her hair, making up some sort of an excuse and dumping it in Nathan’s lap. Aly grabbed her bag and gave him a hug. To my gut-wrenching surprise, Nathan got up and followed her. I could only imagine what was going through his head.
Fuck – confrontation.
Nathan approached us and Aly took my hand. He stared me up and down and I stood taller, meeting him face to face. My heart thumped in my throat then he spoke.
“You don’t deserve her,” He growled under his breath, walking away before I could formulate a comeback. Aly clutched at my arm, stopping the torrent of anger coursing through me.
Fuck him.
“Sporto didn’t take this well,” I said smugly.
“Get over yourself,” she nudged, trying not to smile. “Of course he’s not gonna take it well. But I told him when I got back from London what was going on, and he chose to keep hanging out with me.”
You clearly liked hanging out with him too, I thought, but wasn’t gonna say anything about it. I had no right, at this point.
Draping my arm around her shoulder, I pulled her close to me as we walked to Kyle’s car. I decided to tell her about Sophia when we got to my house.
2
Jake
Aly hung over the back passenger’s seat with her arms wrapped around me. I kissed her hands and fingers tenderly, over and over again. I wished I’d gotten a room somewhere, instead of thinking I’d stay with my mom at the house. All I could think about was being alone with her in a king-sized bed. One of her hands slipped down into the neck of my shirt and her fingers lightly brushed at my chest, giving me the chills. I could have dove into the backseat then and there.
Soon enough, we were pulling into Aly’s driveway. I stared over at my house, my childhood home where it all began: everything. I tensed up, knowing I’d be face to face with my mother. Strange, I thought. We’d actually been getting along really well since her trip to London–we’d still yet to talk about anything life changing. Not sure what my mood was all about. My mom had only joined me on the road twice in Europe, and Notting made sure to take charge, keeping her at arms-length. There wasn’t really anything that she could control, now that I was grown and on my own.
I sighed loudly, gripping the door handle. “Ok, here we go,” I announced as I opened the door, swinging my legs out and walking to Aly’s side of the car.
“What’s wrong?” she said, shutting the car door. “Aren’t you excited to be home?”
“Of course I am, come here.” I reached out for her, pulling her tight to my body, kissing her quickly. “It’s just weird. The last time we were here together, it was…crazy.”
Aly nodded her head, stepping back away from me. She held my hand swinging it back and forth, staring at it. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
A jolt went through me. Was she trying being cute?
A smile peaked at the corners of her mouth. “Wow, no pun intended, but now that it’s out there, nice song,” she said dryly.
We never did talk about the song I’d written and recorded after we officially broke up. The song that got mass airplay all over the country, the song–Talk About It. I guess now, maybe, we’d talk about it.
I smiled weakly at her. “I’m sorry how that all went down.”
“Yeah, a pretty sucky time. When I heard it for the first time on the radio, it made me hate you more.”
What was I gonna say to that? We stood staring at each other for a long moment, her face pensive. The song said it all. “That’s all behind us now. Let’s go say hello to Kate.”
I began walking away, but Aly didn’t follow.
“Um, I think maybe you should go alone. Text me in a bit and I’ll come over.”
I totally understood where she was coming from. I didn’t look forward to my face to face with her
father, either.
I shook my head, walking back to her. “Ok. It’s probably better, seeing she has no idea I’m here.” I chuckled. “I’ll text when the excitement fades. Then you and I are gonna do cartwheels.” I winked at her, leaning down, and kissed her goodbye.
***
I stood staring at my front door. Nothing about its off-white surface had changed. The same potted, neatly trimmed succulents lined the steps. I bent down, picking up two tree-trimming leaflets someone had left in hopes of new business. I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six…I counted all the way to ten before I heard commotion come from behind the door, and then it swung open.
I smiled sheepishly. “I’m home!” I said as I raised my arms. My mother beamed at me and her smile radiated. I felt a tinge of burn in my nose and my eyes tingled. I was relieved and happy to see her, and when I went in to hug her, I was surprised I got misty-eyed.
She held me firmly, all the while whispering, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, my baby’s home.” She’d never used the words my baby. I held her snug in return.
I pulled away and noticed that her hair was different. A lot about her appearance had changed since I’d seen her last. Her hair now grazed the tops of her shoulders. Gone were long the golden blonde waves. She was still blonde, but more grey peeked out from behind the blonde strands.
“What are you doing here? Does Notting know? Oh, geez, Jake Masters. How could you do this? I’m not ready for you.”
She kept chitchatting in excited bursts. “Mom, relax. Take a breath.” I laughed. We slowly walked through the foyer, and I glanced at the wall. I noticed all the black and white photos that I’d left behind were now gone. Lined side by side were black and whites of me and the band, performing at various venues and stadiums. “Wow, when did you get those?” I asked, pointing.
“Oh, Notting and I…” She paused. “He came home with one, as a gift on my birthday one time, and then it just grew from there.”
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