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stride next to me. He got Mom's eyes, for sure. And the older he got, the more they looked exactly like hers, right down to the crease at the edge. He was a sun-worshipper, just like she was, and was forever forgetting his shades somewhere and having to squint like a fucking cowboy.
He squinted at me. His voice dropped out of asshole territory and down into brotherly advice levels. "I know this is the exact opposite of what I normally tell you, bro. But...you need to let that shit go."
"What shit?" I yanked my keys from my pocket.
"Don't be an ass."
"Hey there pot, I'm a kettle. You're black."
"Fuck off and open the door. You're taking me home." Keir had come in with the rest of the band, but they all seemed to have had the good sense to disappear when Keir came after me.
I grumbled and opened the door to my Jeep. It was the same one I had thrown all my shit into when we moved from Buffalo to L.A. Sold the snow tires and just piled my shit into the back. It had been so easy to just watch my old life fade in the rearview. Sure, I could buy a new Jeep a thousand times over now, but fuck it, maybe I was sentimental about a few things and Jerry the Jeep was one of them.
Keir slid into the passenger seat, a place he had spent so much time it was practically molded to his six-foot-one frame. I started the engine and we were silent for a second. I waited for the rest of the lecture.
"Listen, I know I'm not exactly the best person to be giving relationship advice..." Keir trailed off. I snuck a look at him as he blinked for a moment, and some of my self-righteousness evaporated when I heard the note of pain in his voice.
My brother didn't date. Or even sleep around much for that matter. Singer in one of the hottest bands around, and he lived like a fucking monk. "You're about the only person I'd listen to, bro," I told him truthfully. "That shit with Scar, it wasn't your fault."
Keir stared out the passenger window for a second, watching us pull out of the lot of Grey Haven. Scarlett was his fiancée back in Buffalo. Ex-fiancée. The first and only girl he'd ever loved. My brother had fallen for the literal girl next door, Scarlett Sawyer, and put a ring on her finger right as Ruthless started blowing up. She was happier than I had ever seen her.
They made plans to run off together.
Then Scarlett disappeared.
It was a shitty fucking thing and it had fucked up my brother something hardcore. I hated Scarlett for breaking my brother’s heart, and I hoped like hell I'd be able to say that to her face one day.
Keir shook his head. "It wasn't her fault either," he said tightly. "But that's all water under the bridge. You've told me that a billion times."
"True."
"That I need to shake it off."
I found the highway and checked over my shoulder at the merge. Jerry the Jeep grumbled like the old man he was as I nosed him up to highway speed. "Sounds like something I'd say."
"So, now I'm saying the same fucking thing to you. Stop it. Seriously, Rane, what the fuck? She's gonna be our sister soon."
"Stepsister," I corrected. Lamely.
"Seriously?"
"Stop fucking saying that. You know I don't do serious. That's your job."
I heard him inhale sharply and knew that it was only the fact that I was directing two tons of steel at sixty miles an hour that saved me from getting gut-punched. I thought about pulling over and letting him have a go. Frankly, I needed the exercise. Work off some of the frantic banging around my heart had been doing watching Maddie be Maddie all day.
But he didn't. Instead, he clapped me on my shoulder in a pretty good imitation of my dad's lame attempt at heart-to-hearts. "Okay, I'll stop. But shake it off, Rane. There are a million reasons not to tap that ass, even if we don't mention the vaguely incestuous one. She's dangerous. She's like, barely fucking stable, dude."
That was sure as shit evident after today. But Keir hadn't seen what I saw. He hadn't seen her peel back the lid, carefully opening
He squinted at me. His voice dropped out of asshole territory and down into brotherly advice levels. "I know this is the exact opposite of what I normally tell you, bro. But...you need to let that shit go."
"What shit?" I yanked my keys from my pocket.
"Don't be an ass."
"Hey there pot, I'm a kettle. You're black."
"Fuck off and open the door. You're taking me home." Keir had come in with the rest of the band, but they all seemed to have had the good sense to disappear when Keir came after me.
I grumbled and opened the door to my Jeep. It was the same one I had thrown all my shit into when we moved from Buffalo to L.A. Sold the snow tires and just piled my shit into the back. It had been so easy to just watch my old life fade in the rearview. Sure, I could buy a new Jeep a thousand times over now, but fuck it, maybe I was sentimental about a few things and Jerry the Jeep was one of them.
Keir slid into the passenger seat, a place he had spent so much time it was practically molded to his six-foot-one frame. I started the engine and we were silent for a second. I waited for the rest of the lecture.
"Listen, I know I'm not exactly the best person to be giving relationship advice..." Keir trailed off. I snuck a look at him as he blinked for a moment, and some of my self-righteousness evaporated when I heard the note of pain in his voice.
My brother didn't date. Or even sleep around much for that matter. Singer in one of the hottest bands around, and he lived like a fucking monk. "You're about the only person I'd listen to, bro," I told him truthfully. "That shit with Scar, it wasn't your fault."
Keir stared out the passenger window for a second, watching us pull out of the lot of Grey Haven. Scarlett was his fiancée back in Buffalo. Ex-fiancée. The first and only girl he'd ever loved. My brother had fallen for the literal girl next door, Scarlett Sawyer, and put a ring on her finger right as Ruthless started blowing up. She was happier than I had ever seen her.
They made plans to run off together.
Then Scarlett disappeared.
It was a shitty fucking thing and it had fucked up my brother something hardcore. I hated Scarlett for breaking my brother’s heart, and I hoped like hell I'd be able to say that to her face one day.
Keir shook his head. "It wasn't her fault either," he said tightly. "But that's all water under the bridge. You've told me that a billion times."
"True."
"That I need to shake it off."
I found the highway and checked over my shoulder at the merge. Jerry the Jeep grumbled like the old man he was as I nosed him up to highway speed. "Sounds like something I'd say."
"So, now I'm saying the same fucking thing to you. Stop it. Seriously, Rane, what the fuck? She's gonna be our sister soon."
"Stepsister," I corrected. Lamely.
"Seriously?"
"Stop fucking saying that. You know I don't do serious. That's your job."
I heard him inhale sharply and knew that it was only the fact that I was directing two tons of steel at sixty miles an hour that saved me from getting gut-punched. I thought about pulling over and letting him have a go. Frankly, I needed the exercise. Work off some of the frantic banging around my heart had been doing watching Maddie be Maddie all day.
But he didn't. Instead, he clapped me on my shoulder in a pretty good imitation of my dad's lame attempt at heart-to-hearts. "Okay, I'll stop. But shake it off, Rane. There are a million reasons not to tap that ass, even if we don't mention the vaguely incestuous one. She's dangerous. She's like, barely fucking stable, dude."
That was sure as shit evident after today. But Keir hadn't seen what I saw. He hadn't seen her peel back the lid, carefully opening
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