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do about everything and leave it at that. He pulls out his MP3 player and flips it on. We listen to music; he sings along; I dance around; and we both do laundry. He helps me with mine once his is done. It takes like four hours to finish it all. We each lug a basket back towards the trailers. Once we make it home, we fix the boys sandwiches and listen to more music. Carol has not been home in four days, and I doubt she makes an appearance today with it being a weekend.
I’m dancing around to a song. Rome’s brought over his guitar, strumming along to it, and then out of nowhere he starts singing. My heart melts. He has the voice of an angel. I wish Toby could see him the way I do. I feel like God sent him to me. He has very quickly turned into my best friend. So why do I eye his fingers moving across those strings and catch myself licking my lips? I have to mentally bitch slap myself for my wayward thoughts . Rome makes life easier. Toby is my best friend, but he will never accept my life; I have slowly figured that out. I do not have a choice to live here. We can’t all live in Spring Lake with a huge gate and entrance guard. I have never judged him for his money, but I feel he has always judged me for my lack of it.
The song ends, and Rome is watching me. “Rory, you move to the music like you feel the beat. Have you ever tried to play anything?”
I grin because even though I never talk about it, but this is Rome, so it’s easy.
“Actually, I play the piano; I just don’t have one.”
Then, out of nowhere, the rug is jerked out from under me. All the air leaves my lungs, and I freeze when I hear Thax say, “Rory, are we eating birthday cake later?” Oh no, please, please let Rome have missed that.
“No, Thaxton, we are not!” I bitch at him. I feel bad instantly, but dang him for that.
“It your birthday, Princess?” I’m not sure why, but it never bothers me when he calls me that. Anyone else would get their head cut off for that crap, but not Rome.
“Yeah, but don’t go there, Rome; it ain’t like that for me.” I walk away. Birthdays have always been crap in my world. Dads do not show up; gifts are nonexistent; and usually so is Carol.
“How old are you?” he asks curiously.
“Eighteen, you?” I reply, and a gasp fills the air.
“Fuck me! You just now turned eighteen? I thought you were older. Where are you all day if you are not at work?”
I put my hand on my hip and fire back at him. “I go to school all day; then I work at night. Why?”
“Wow, Rory, I just thought you had two jobs like me. Does your mom work or help out? Oh, and I am twenty four.”
I roll my eyes at that. “Nope, I take care of us. Amandolette’s parents pay me fairly and give me extra shifts. I make good tips; however, Thax does require a lot.” Then, I plaster on a smile and ask, “Can we please just dance some more?”
Rome is thinking hardcore and doesn’t really hear me. He is typing fast into his phone. “Hey, Princess, can you watch the boys for about thirty minutes? I need to run down to the bar and help Red unload for tonight.”
I smile, glad the awkward moment passed, and nod my agreement. Rome is the one person I never want to fight with, and things were getting a little tense. With a quick kiss on the top of my head—his signature leaving move—he is gone.
When he comes to pick up the boys, he has a keyboard in tow. I wrinkle my forehead and tilt my head sideways trying to figure out what he is doing.
“Stop that; you look like a puppy in the window.” he clips as he sets the board up.
“Why is that here?” I point at it as if I’ve never seen one.
“Well , first, I want you to play it for me. Then, I want you to play it with me. But mostly because it’s your birthday present, goofball.” he says matter-of-factly. And, as if on cue, there’s that panty-dropping grin again. Good thing he is like a brother to me, or Toby might have to worry.
“You should not…” I
I’m dancing around to a song. Rome’s brought over his guitar, strumming along to it, and then out of nowhere he starts singing. My heart melts. He has the voice of an angel. I wish Toby could see him the way I do. I feel like God sent him to me. He has very quickly turned into my best friend. So why do I eye his fingers moving across those strings and catch myself licking my lips? I have to mentally bitch slap myself for my wayward thoughts . Rome makes life easier. Toby is my best friend, but he will never accept my life; I have slowly figured that out. I do not have a choice to live here. We can’t all live in Spring Lake with a huge gate and entrance guard. I have never judged him for his money, but I feel he has always judged me for my lack of it.
The song ends, and Rome is watching me. “Rory, you move to the music like you feel the beat. Have you ever tried to play anything?”
I grin because even though I never talk about it, but this is Rome, so it’s easy.
“Actually, I play the piano; I just don’t have one.”
Then, out of nowhere, the rug is jerked out from under me. All the air leaves my lungs, and I freeze when I hear Thax say, “Rory, are we eating birthday cake later?” Oh no, please, please let Rome have missed that.
“No, Thaxton, we are not!” I bitch at him. I feel bad instantly, but dang him for that.
“It your birthday, Princess?” I’m not sure why, but it never bothers me when he calls me that. Anyone else would get their head cut off for that crap, but not Rome.
“Yeah, but don’t go there, Rome; it ain’t like that for me.” I walk away. Birthdays have always been crap in my world. Dads do not show up; gifts are nonexistent; and usually so is Carol.
“How old are you?” he asks curiously.
“Eighteen, you?” I reply, and a gasp fills the air.
“Fuck me! You just now turned eighteen? I thought you were older. Where are you all day if you are not at work?”
I put my hand on my hip and fire back at him. “I go to school all day; then I work at night. Why?”
“Wow, Rory, I just thought you had two jobs like me. Does your mom work or help out? Oh, and I am twenty four.”
I roll my eyes at that. “Nope, I take care of us. Amandolette’s parents pay me fairly and give me extra shifts. I make good tips; however, Thax does require a lot.” Then, I plaster on a smile and ask, “Can we please just dance some more?”
Rome is thinking hardcore and doesn’t really hear me. He is typing fast into his phone. “Hey, Princess, can you watch the boys for about thirty minutes? I need to run down to the bar and help Red unload for tonight.”
I smile, glad the awkward moment passed, and nod my agreement. Rome is the one person I never want to fight with, and things were getting a little tense. With a quick kiss on the top of my head—his signature leaving move—he is gone.
When he comes to pick up the boys, he has a keyboard in tow. I wrinkle my forehead and tilt my head sideways trying to figure out what he is doing.
“Stop that; you look like a puppy in the window.” he clips as he sets the board up.
“Why is that here?” I point at it as if I’ve never seen one.
“Well , first, I want you to play it for me. Then, I want you to play it with me. But mostly because it’s your birthday present, goofball.” he says matter-of-factly. And, as if on cue, there’s that panty-dropping grin again. Good thing he is like a brother to me, or Toby might have to worry.
“You should not…” I
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