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“He’s getting all philosophical on me, man, talking about the meaning of life and legacies, and what his purpose is in the world...that’s all good and great and all, but I don’t get why the word ‘Florida’ is even lumped in with those subjects. It’s like when he flew to St. Lucia, he flew into some alternate universe or something. Some crazy vortex sucked him up and spat him back out and sent this different version of him home or something. He hasn’t been the same since we got back to Seattle. I noticed he was acting distant, kinda weird on the plane ride home, but I didn’t think anything of it, just thought he was tired or whatever. But the past few days, a switch flipped or something. There’s no reaching him!”
There were loads of questions I wanted to ask, but knowing I had a shit ton of things to get done before I called Kate, I chose the first one that popped in my head.
“Okay...what does this have to do with me? Sorry, but I don’t think I can help you here, man.”
“Talk some sense into the wanker.”
“Why would he listen to me? And why would I talk sense into him about this? It’s not my business. He has to have a good reason for wanting to go, maybe you should listen to what he has to say.”
“Ryan, do you have any idea what’s at stake here?”
I bit my lip to stifle my laughter at the thought of the word ‘overreacting’—something Dean was definitely famous for, and was clearly doing right now. Ironically, it was the same word Kate loved to pin on me, and I vehemently disagreed with her when she used the word to describe my behavior.
When I felt I could restrain my amusement, I spoke. “You’re best friends, I get it.”
“It’s so much more than that.”
“Oh...are you two really... ya know, an item?”
Dean stopped pacing and gripped the edges of the kitchen counter, glaring at me with a lifted brow.
Well, alrighty then.
“Oookay, nevermind. Explain, please.”
“He’s my best mate, but he’s a brother to me, too, dude. He’s...my only real friend, my family. The other guys in the band are just people I work with, it’s not the same. Yeah, I have you and Kate, and things with Crystal are going good and all, but he gets me like no one else. I eat my fries with soy sauce, hate the sound of Velcro, love musicals—”
I cut him a look.
“Don’t go there.” He raised a finger before he continued. “He knows these things about me, and he gets it—completely. No judgment. He’s the only one I can watch BBC with religiously, and he never gets bored, never complains, because he loves it, too. Not to mention The Hellions are doomed without him. We won’t ever be able to replace him. The band will be no more. Our gigs, done. If he leaves, everything will just be...”
“Different.”
“Yes.”
“What makes you think he’s talking about moving there? I can’t see Carter doing something drastic like that. He seems perfectly content here in Seattle.”
“That’s just it, man, he’s not. Not anymore. Pre St. Lucia Carter and Post St. Lucia Carter are night and day. He’s talking moving for good. Said something about his dad footing the airfare bill.”
I rested against the fridge, sipping my water. Everything Dean was saying was actually pretty troubling, considering it was Carter he was talking about here. Since getting to know the guy, my impression of him was that he was stable. He marched to the beat of his own drum and all that shit, but being offbeat was only a part of his quirky persona. Aside from his shenanigans with Dean, there was nothing random about him. When it came to work, playing with The Hellions, and the most important thing to him—his friendship with Kate—he was a rock. Always punctual, always reliable. I couldn’t, for the life of me, imagine him being so impulsive. Couldn’t picture him packing up and leaving all that stability behind.
And going to Florida, of all places.
“There’s got to be more to
“He’s getting all philosophical on me, man, talking about the meaning of life and legacies, and what his purpose is in the world...that’s all good and great and all, but I don’t get why the word ‘Florida’ is even lumped in with those subjects. It’s like when he flew to St. Lucia, he flew into some alternate universe or something. Some crazy vortex sucked him up and spat him back out and sent this different version of him home or something. He hasn’t been the same since we got back to Seattle. I noticed he was acting distant, kinda weird on the plane ride home, but I didn’t think anything of it, just thought he was tired or whatever. But the past few days, a switch flipped or something. There’s no reaching him!”
There were loads of questions I wanted to ask, but knowing I had a shit ton of things to get done before I called Kate, I chose the first one that popped in my head.
“Okay...what does this have to do with me? Sorry, but I don’t think I can help you here, man.”
“Talk some sense into the wanker.”
“Why would he listen to me? And why would I talk sense into him about this? It’s not my business. He has to have a good reason for wanting to go, maybe you should listen to what he has to say.”
“Ryan, do you have any idea what’s at stake here?”
I bit my lip to stifle my laughter at the thought of the word ‘overreacting’—something Dean was definitely famous for, and was clearly doing right now. Ironically, it was the same word Kate loved to pin on me, and I vehemently disagreed with her when she used the word to describe my behavior.
When I felt I could restrain my amusement, I spoke. “You’re best friends, I get it.”
“It’s so much more than that.”
“Oh...are you two really... ya know, an item?”
Dean stopped pacing and gripped the edges of the kitchen counter, glaring at me with a lifted brow.
Well, alrighty then.
“Oookay, nevermind. Explain, please.”
“He’s my best mate, but he’s a brother to me, too, dude. He’s...my only real friend, my family. The other guys in the band are just people I work with, it’s not the same. Yeah, I have you and Kate, and things with Crystal are going good and all, but he gets me like no one else. I eat my fries with soy sauce, hate the sound of Velcro, love musicals—”
I cut him a look.
“Don’t go there.” He raised a finger before he continued. “He knows these things about me, and he gets it—completely. No judgment. He’s the only one I can watch BBC with religiously, and he never gets bored, never complains, because he loves it, too. Not to mention The Hellions are doomed without him. We won’t ever be able to replace him. The band will be no more. Our gigs, done. If he leaves, everything will just be...”
“Different.”
“Yes.”
“What makes you think he’s talking about moving there? I can’t see Carter doing something drastic like that. He seems perfectly content here in Seattle.”
“That’s just it, man, he’s not. Not anymore. Pre St. Lucia Carter and Post St. Lucia Carter are night and day. He’s talking moving for good. Said something about his dad footing the airfare bill.”
I rested against the fridge, sipping my water. Everything Dean was saying was actually pretty troubling, considering it was Carter he was talking about here. Since getting to know the guy, my impression of him was that he was stable. He marched to the beat of his own drum and all that shit, but being offbeat was only a part of his quirky persona. Aside from his shenanigans with Dean, there was nothing random about him. When it came to work, playing with The Hellions, and the most important thing to him—his friendship with Kate—he was a rock. Always punctual, always reliable. I couldn’t, for the life of me, imagine him being so impulsive. Couldn’t picture him packing up and leaving all that stability behind.
And going to Florida, of all places.
“There’s got to be more to
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