the same summer I was last there.
I have to wonder how much is real between Lucas and myself, and how much has to do with his resemblance to Jake?
It’s all too much. By the time I finish class and start work at the bookstore, I’ve decided that I need to give myself a little space from Lucas. I need to make sure what we have is about us and not about my feelings for Jake.
I’m distracted at work and my manager basically tells me to pull my head out of my ass or go home, so I shoved all thoughts aside and busied myself. On my way home, I stop at a different drugstore, find the magic pill and immediately take it.
I wake up Tuesday with a text on my phone from an unknown number that simply says, “Wish you were here.” I don’t text him back, but I do think about the fact that it would’ve been nice to wake up in his arms.
The Scene is a local paper that covers what’s hot in Cleveland’s scene. It has a few current topics with fairly liberal views, but mostly if you want to know what is hot in Cleveland, this is your paper. I was lucky to get an internship here. They pay me minimally, but it’s giving me experience that I wouldn't get most places.
I turn my paper in and meet with the editor, make a few changes that she suggests and debate on whether or not to call Lucas. I don’t have to make that decision though because when I step out of the newspaper building and walk the short distance to my car, Lucas is leaning against it, sipping on a Starbuck’s cup.
“Hey.” He looks nervous, almost as if he wasn't sure how I’d react to him being here. “I couldn't wait any longer.”
I smile. I can’t help it. Any unease about his similarities is washed away when he bends down and immediately takes my lips.
“Hey back,” I say when we break apart, “Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing here?”
“Work was slow, so they gave me the afternoon off. The guys called and want to do an impromptu practice. I know we talked about getting together today, so I was hoping you would come?”
“I’d love to come.” I love music so much and watching these guys sounds like the perfect afternoon. “I’m excited,” I lean into his side and ask, “Did you drive here?”
“No, it’s not that far from work and I figured you wouldn't want to leave your car so I had a guy from work drop me off. Coffee?” he asks handing me his Starbuck’s cup he was just drinking from.
I take the Styrofoam cup and bring it to my lips, “Mmm caramel, my favorite.” The steam through the tiny hole at the top of the cup hits the cool air.
Lucas smiles at me, and it’s a beautiful smile. “You want me to drive?” he asks.
“Sure,” I say handing him the keys to my old Ford Taurus.
We drive for about ten minutes. In that ten minutes, I ask about Lucas’s day yesterday and work today. He also tells me more about the band. For a brief moment, I think about how if any other guy stopped by my work like this it would bother me, but I am, in truth, just as eager to see him as he is to see me. I’m the only one fighting it.
We walk into the side door of a small white house and then immediately down a flight of stairs into a basement.
Rhett, Eric, and Dietz are setting up their instruments. I didn't get a chance to meet Rhett the other night, so I begin to introduce myself when Dietz yells, “June, no shit, surprised to see you here!” He barrels towards me and wraps me in a hug. I am not a-hey, let’s hug even though we just met- kind of girl, so I’m awkward at best. “Loosen up kid, I don’t bite. Not unless you want me too.” Dietz laughs at his own joke.
“Hey everyone,” I give a small wave, feeling a little intimidated by the overwhelming presence that is Dietz.
“Rhett, this is June. You would’ve met her after the show if you didn't have your head up your ass,” Dietz explains, like he and I are best friends.
Lucas sits down behind a keyboard and motions to a large over-sized couch, “Get
I have to wonder how much is real between Lucas and myself, and how much has to do with his resemblance to Jake?
It’s all too much. By the time I finish class and start work at the bookstore, I’ve decided that I need to give myself a little space from Lucas. I need to make sure what we have is about us and not about my feelings for Jake.
I’m distracted at work and my manager basically tells me to pull my head out of my ass or go home, so I shoved all thoughts aside and busied myself. On my way home, I stop at a different drugstore, find the magic pill and immediately take it.
I wake up Tuesday with a text on my phone from an unknown number that simply says, “Wish you were here.” I don’t text him back, but I do think about the fact that it would’ve been nice to wake up in his arms.
The Scene is a local paper that covers what’s hot in Cleveland’s scene. It has a few current topics with fairly liberal views, but mostly if you want to know what is hot in Cleveland, this is your paper. I was lucky to get an internship here. They pay me minimally, but it’s giving me experience that I wouldn't get most places.
I turn my paper in and meet with the editor, make a few changes that she suggests and debate on whether or not to call Lucas. I don’t have to make that decision though because when I step out of the newspaper building and walk the short distance to my car, Lucas is leaning against it, sipping on a Starbuck’s cup.
“Hey.” He looks nervous, almost as if he wasn't sure how I’d react to him being here. “I couldn't wait any longer.”
I smile. I can’t help it. Any unease about his similarities is washed away when he bends down and immediately takes my lips.
“Hey back,” I say when we break apart, “Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing here?”
“Work was slow, so they gave me the afternoon off. The guys called and want to do an impromptu practice. I know we talked about getting together today, so I was hoping you would come?”
“I’d love to come.” I love music so much and watching these guys sounds like the perfect afternoon. “I’m excited,” I lean into his side and ask, “Did you drive here?”
“No, it’s not that far from work and I figured you wouldn't want to leave your car so I had a guy from work drop me off. Coffee?” he asks handing me his Starbuck’s cup he was just drinking from.
I take the Styrofoam cup and bring it to my lips, “Mmm caramel, my favorite.” The steam through the tiny hole at the top of the cup hits the cool air.
Lucas smiles at me, and it’s a beautiful smile. “You want me to drive?” he asks.
“Sure,” I say handing him the keys to my old Ford Taurus.
We drive for about ten minutes. In that ten minutes, I ask about Lucas’s day yesterday and work today. He also tells me more about the band. For a brief moment, I think about how if any other guy stopped by my work like this it would bother me, but I am, in truth, just as eager to see him as he is to see me. I’m the only one fighting it.
We walk into the side door of a small white house and then immediately down a flight of stairs into a basement.
Rhett, Eric, and Dietz are setting up their instruments. I didn't get a chance to meet Rhett the other night, so I begin to introduce myself when Dietz yells, “June, no shit, surprised to see you here!” He barrels towards me and wraps me in a hug. I am not a-hey, let’s hug even though we just met- kind of girl, so I’m awkward at best. “Loosen up kid, I don’t bite. Not unless you want me too.” Dietz laughs at his own joke.
“Hey everyone,” I give a small wave, feeling a little intimidated by the overwhelming presence that is Dietz.
“Rhett, this is June. You would’ve met her after the show if you didn't have your head up your ass,” Dietz explains, like he and I are best friends.
Lucas sits down behind a keyboard and motions to a large over-sized couch, “Get
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