Room Service

by Summer Cooper

  “You think?”

  “Absolutely. I don’t have a butt to show off but I’m going for the cleavage.”

  “Heels or boots?”

  “Heels. Don’t you have a red shirt with red stiletto's you could wear?”

  Angela thought for a minute before pulling out the shirt she thought Susie was talking about and she had to admit it would look good with her jeans. “Is it just going to be the two of us?”

  “Yes, but we’ll probably see people we know there. It’s in one of the safer neighborhoods so we should be fine.”

  “If you say so. I’ll just blame you if something goes wrong,” Angela said as she threw one of her other shirts at Susie. “That one would look good on you.”

  “Thanks, I’ll try it on. Hey, did you do that English paper yet?”

  “You have been with me every second of the day since it was assigned, you know perfectly well I haven’t. We should get started on that though. One of the stipulations for getting to come all the way out here for college is that I keep my grades up.”

  “Let’s do it. Eric threatened to set me a study schedule if he finds out my grades are slipping, and I’m not sure what I’d do without you here. It’s crazy how we met and get along so well.”

  “Two lost souls meet at crowded airport and become friends for life,” Angela replied with a dreamy voice while her hands moved up and to the side as if she was reading a title. “That would work for my paper, don’t you think?”

  “Well we are supposed to write a fictional story based on a real life event so I’d say it would.”

  It didn’t take long for both of them to start writing, forgetting about going out the next day for the moment. That didn’t last long however because as soon as classes were over the next day, they rushed back to their dorm room to start getting ready. They knew it was ridiculous as nobody would be at the bar for many more hours, but they were excited for their first time out and they couldn’t quite resist. They managed to take a break for dinner, before returning to their dorm. Once dressed Angela looked in their full length mirror and she had to admit she looked good, which Susie easily agreed with when she turned around to look at Angela. “Nobody will doubt we are of age,” she said with satisfaction, looking at the both of them through the mirror.

  Since they had at least another hour before they should leave, they decided to use that time to see if there was anyone to hang out with in the common area. The only people there, much to their disappointment, were a couple freshmen whole simply gaped at them as they walked in. One quick look at one another and they decided they could find something better to do, so they continued on their way out the building. Because they were both in high heels they didn’t want to walk all that far, but it was a nice evening so they ended up sitting on a bench, watching students on their way to what looked like fun evenings. They laughed at the three guys who were clearly pledging some fraternity as they were walking around in bunny suits, while quite a few girls walked by in incredibly short skirts and halter tops.

  They both felt underdressed, but the moment they walked into the bar they realized that they were dressed perfectly fine for the place. Everyone was dressed casually in jeans and tops, with a few girls wearing skirts and dresses that were definitely covering more than the outfits they’d seen on campus. They were served their drinks without any problems, before they both turned around and leaned against the bar, surveying the crowd. They had their drinks for maybe two minutes when several guys approached them, clearly looking for a good time.

  “Hi, I’m Adam. I haven’t seen you around here before.”

  “I’m Angela. That’s really your pickup line?”

  Adam looked surprised at first, before a big grin took over and he took a closer look at Angela. “I suppose it does need work. I like a girl who says what she thinks. So are you new to the area or new to this bar?”

  “New to the area. Transfer student at UCLA. How about yourself, are you from around here?”

  “Senior at UCLA. Most UCLA students end up at some of the clubs around campus, but not really in here. What brought you here?”

  “It was recommended to us when we were looking for a decent bar to go to. I’m not big on going to a club, I’ll take a good bar any day. There is something to be said for a good old fashioned conversation as opposed to grinding against each other to music nobody really likes.”

  “Exactly. How about I buy you another drink?”

  “I’d like that,” Angela answered with a smile. Susie was talking to one of Adam’s friends and she knew she’d be fine. Adam wasn’t bad to look at, but she wasn’t really attracted to him either. Maybe she should warn him that she wasn’t going to sleep with him, but after a moment’s deliberation she decided to tell him after a few more drinks. For now she was having a good time and she did not want it to end just yet.

  Chapter Eighteen

  The evening had to come to an end eventually though, and Adam didn’t seem upset that she wasn’t going home with him. If anything he seemed pleased that she wasn’t easy and that she had standards for herself, so after exchanging phone numbers the guys left the bar. Angela turned to Susie, whom she hadn’t talked to all night. “I’d say that was a good evening.”

  “Agreed. Come on, it’s two in the morning, we really should get back. I can barely stand on my feet anymore.”

  After paying their tab, which only had one drink each because the guys had bought all subsequent drinks, they left the bar. The bartender had warned them to be careful and offered to call a cab, but they declined since they didn’t have all that far to go. As soon as they turned the corner however, they both wished they had accepted the offer because right there in front of another bar were over a dozen motorcycles with over a dozen men standing in clusters. They tried to turn around and go the other way but they had already been spotted so they pretended to know where they were going and pretended they weren’t scared by continuing to walk.

  Angela made the mistake of looking up at the few bikers who were standing close to them, and when looking into the eyes of the youngest one of the group she stopped. There was something about those eyes that had her wanting to find out more, and the guy was hot as hell. She estimated him close to their age, and he was well built. Angela had always been attracted by white guys, and most especially the ones who flirted with the law and didn’t care about the rules. Susie pulled her sleeve to get her to move, but she was mesmerized by those eyes, at least until he started speaking. Suddenly she was aware that the other bikers had almost surrounded them and they should have kept walking.

  “Angela?” the guy asked.

  “Yes? Do I know you?”

  “Oh my God. I never thought I’d see you again, and here you are clear across the country. It’s me, Justin.”

  Angela’s eyes grew wide and Susie looked at them in confusion, clearly not understanding what was going on. “Angela? What is going on? We need to get out of here.”

  “Nobody touch them!” Justin ordered firmly. “This is my sister and her friend. You touch either of them, you will answer to Mark.”

  “Your brother? Angela, I thought you told me he disappeared almost ten years ago.”

  “He did. I don’t understand. Who is Mark?”

  “He’s the leader of this group of misfits. He’s been like a mentor to me after I got into some trouble with the law, and you really don’t want to get on his bad side. What are you doing in LA Angela?”

  “I’m a student at UCLA.”

  “You’re what, a freshman? You smell like alcohol.”

  “Don’t start that brotherly crap now. Where have you been all these years?”

  “It’s a long, complicated story that I don’t want to get into right now, but can you please promise not to tell our family?”

  “How do I know it’s really you?”

  “I know you used to sleep with snuffles, the hippo. I know you had pajamas with little purple hearts all over them. I know you miss your dad and while yo
u care about my dad, he never could quite replace yours.”

  “It’s really you. Susie, I’d like you to meet Justin, my stepbrother. Justin, this is Susie. My best friend and roommate.”

  “Look, it’s not safe for two young women to walk these streets by themselves this late at night. Several of us will escort you back to the dorms. I’ll give you my numbers, let’s have coffee and we can talk. You grew up into a beautiful woman Angela, you really did. I’d ask you out if you weren’t my stepsister.”

  “Don’t let that stop you. I think you’re sexy as hell, and quite frankly you were only my brother for a few months before you disappeared. Don’t let it stop you.”

  “In that case, I will pick you up for coffee at eleven, does that work?”

  “Perfectly. This is our building, I’ll meet you right here. Thank you Justin, and it was really good to see you.”

  “Definitely good. Goodnight Angela, goodnight Susie.”

  As soon as the girls were inside their room, Angela sank down on her bed while Susie sat down on hers. “I’m not sure if that really just happened or I’m drunker than I realized,” Angela finally said.

  “Angela, your stepbrother is hot and so are some of his friends. Make sure to introduce me to one at some point? Please? That’s crazy you found him like that, what are the odds?”

  “I know. I can’t think straight, I need to sleep.”

  Angela quickly got ready for bed before lying down on the sheets, pretending to sleep. She had to think, which seemed to be a bit difficult at the moment, about what happened that evening. She knew they had gotten lucky because Justin had stopped the other guys from advancing on them, but was her brother really a part of that group? It made him even more attractive in her eyes, but at the same time she had no clue if she was even allowed to find him attractive. He was her stepbrother! Granted, he had left when she still thought boys had cooties and she hadn’t seen him since, so really he was only a stepbrother on paper, but that had to count for something, right? And why wasn’t she allowed to tell their parents? Why did she have to hide that she found him and why had he not returned home? What did he mean he had gotten into some trouble with the law, wouldn’t they have returned him home since he was a missing child? Unless he got into that trouble after he turned eighteen, but even then. There were so many questions that her head was spinning and it was a long time before sleep came. By the time it did, Susie had long started snoring in the other bed and morning light started to come in through the curtains.

  Susie woke Angela up an hour before she was to meet Justin, and Angela couldn’t help but glare at her. She was tired and didn’t want to get out of bed, but she knew she had to if she wanted to get a shower in and not smell like an ashtray. She got out of bed with a groan and stumbled towards the bathroom, sighing in relief when the warm water cascaded over her and she felt the grime from the bar wash off her. Knowing she couldn’t stay under the water forever she quickly washed and dried and rushed back to her room to finish getting ready. She had about fifteen minutes left and she knew she was pushing it. Then again she was known for being habitually late so he might as well get used to it.

  When she finally got dressed and had her makeup put back on, she said a quick goodbye to Susie who was reading on her bed and rushed out. She knew she was almost fifteen minutes late, and hoped Justin was still waiting for her. Apparently he wasn’t surprised that she was late and he was calmly sitting on a bench near the entrance when she walked out. “Sorry I’m late.”

  “It’s alright, I’m not in a hurry. There’s a little cafe around the corner if you just want some coffee but you look like you could use some food?”

  “Would you mind going somewhere that still serves breakfast? I haven’t eaten since dinner last night and that was at like six.”

  “Quite elementary not to drink on an empty stomach. Are you hungover?”

  “Maybe a little but not too bad. I think some food will help.”

  “First time drinking?”

  “No, but first time I’ve had more than one or two. You know our parents well enough to know they’d never accept me coming home drunk.”

  “Not really. Remember I was twelve when I left.”

  “True enough I suppose. Look, you don’t have to tell me everything right away, but did you leave voluntarily?”

  “No, I didn’t. It’s a hard part of my life and I’d rather not talk about it until I’m ready. I came to the LA area when I was eighteen and have been here since. By then I assumed you had all moved on and I didn’t want to stir things up. After getting into some trouble Mark set me straight and I found a new family here.”

  “Nobody ever forgot about you or moved on. Every year on the anniversary of your disappearance there was a small memorial service to pray for your return. Every year on your birthday mom would bake a cake and celebrate you turning another year older, hoping that you really were having another birthday somewhere. It’s one of the reasons I moved so far away for college, I wanted a life where I wasn’t the younger sister of the boy who disappeared without a trace. And now here you are.”

  “Here I am. Are you disappointed since you were running away from me?”

  “No, and I wasn’t running away from you. I was running away from the reminder of what happened. I had a good childhood and never wanted for anything, but there was always this shadow over everything.”

  They had arrived at a small diner that had a sign indicating it had breakfast twenty four hours a day, and soon they were seated in a booth looking over their menus. “Good morning, can I get you some coffee?” the waitress asked with a polite smile.

  “Yes please,” they said in unison, before Angela started giggling at that.

  “Are you ready to order?”

  Angela nodded and so did Justin, so they both gave the waitress their orders. “She likes you,” Angela commented once the waitress had left.

  “The waitress? She just likes the looks. There’s something about being cute and wearing a leather jacket that attracts women. I’m not interested if you’re worried about that.”

  “At all or in her?”

  “In her. Angela, I can’t take my eyes off you and haven’t yet if you didn’t notice. Aren’t you supposed to date a lawyer or doctor or something equally respectable?”

  “Probably, but I don’t care. I like the leather jacket and I like your bike. So what do you do for a living?”

  “I’m a mechanic. Mark taught me everything I know, and he’s making me finish High School. I’m supposed to be at home doing homework right now, but I wanted to see you.”

  “Wherever you were didn’t send you to school?”

  “No, but they homeschooled so I know most of it. Basically I just have to catch up on what I’m missing. Mark is homeschooling me, and I should have my GED by December. I plan to go to school to become a certified mechanic after that. Until then I earn a decent living working in Mark’s shop. I live at his house, so I don’t have many expenses so I can focus on school. He has been really cool.”

  “It sounds like he really took you in.”

  “He did. When I first came here I didn’t have anywhere to go and I stayed in homeless shelters for the most part. I earned money but it wasn’t always legal, and after seeing me at the jail twice when picking up someone from his biker group he bailed me out and took me home. Everyone in that group owes him something, which is why everyone respects him as the leader. He has helped them all get jobs, and they all stopped breaking the law. If one does end up getting arrested they are more worried about his reaction than what the cops might do. He used to get into trouble with the law all the time, and now that he has a respectable business he helps others. He lectured me on the way my life was going for a good three hours before telling me what my new life was going to look like which meant finishing school and learning a trade or going to college. He has been there for me when nobody else was, and he has been amazing.”

  “But he still lets you guys hang out in fron
t of bars, and harass girls walking by?”

  “No, he doesn’t. The guys had drank a bit too much and we were hanging out until we were sober enough to drive home. I didn’t drink anything, Mark would kill me if I drank more than one or two. I had to tell him about you when I got home because I was much later than he expected. He said he’d like to meet you, especially since you’ll be in the area for a while. He also wanted to talk to you about walking the streets alone at night, after drinking at a bar you don’t belong in.”

  “He can’t lecture me!”

  “You’ll find he doesn’t really care. All the other guys are currently picking up trash alongside the highway for their behavior from last night, and Mark wants to apologize on their behalf.”

  “He punished them?”

  “Not necessarily punished, more like make them see their behavior has consequences. If cops had been nearby they could have all gotten arrested, and another smudge on their record would make it harder to get a job or keep the job they have. Trust me, they are quite used to it. We are still bikers and all have a hard edge to us and we’ve all been through a lot. We’re the stereotypical bad boys if you’d like to put it that way.”

  “Good. That’s the kind of boy I like so don’t you go all good on me. So basically he just makes sure you don’t break the law, even if you flirt with it?”

  “Exactly. We can head over to meet him after breakfast if you’d like?”

  “Aren’t you going to be in trouble for not doing homework?”

  “Possibly, but I’m not concerned. Trust me, it’s not unusual for me to skive off homework and for him to force me to do it. I wasn’t supposed to go out last night either.”

  “I have a bit of time so I’ll go over with you if it’s not too far? I do have to keep my studies up no matter what we do, because if I don’t mom and dad will make me go to school on the East coast.”

  “Fair enough. So what do you enjoy doing in your free time?”

  “I don’t do much really, just hanging out with friends. I was never one for extracurricular activities or sports.”