When it Rains, it Always Pours

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Chapter 8 (v.1)

Submitted: March 21, 2010

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Chapter 6

Ben arrives just in time. I was just about five seconds from running into Subway to buy a sandwich I probably wouldn’t have enjoyed all that much anyway. He honks his horn a couple times playfully, as if his headlights didn’t capture enough of my attention.

I run as fast as I possibly can from my car to his. I spent a good twenty minutes on my hair earlier, and the idea of having it matted down on my forehead doesn’t really enthuse me all that much. I knew I should have brought along an umbrella, but there’s nothing I can do about it at this point other than hold the hood of my jacket over my head.

Once I reach the passenger door to his black pick-up, he’s already leaning across the center console and holding the door open for me, making me blush. At least it’s dark out, so he probably won’t even notice. “Hey, Lolli,” Ben greets, sounding really happy for some reason. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, I‘m ready,” I say once I’m buckled in. He doesn’t look away from me for a few moments, so I add, “Are you ready? I’m sure Ella doesn’t appreciate you just leaving her there alone, by the way. Why didn’t you bring her with?”

He shifts the car into drive, and we finally make our way to the concert. “Hey, don’t make me the bad guy. You’re the one who was late, Miss Samuels,” he scolds playfully.

“Whatever. I see Ella’s been rubbing off on you.”

I can see his eyes open all the way in a look of shock that, I won’t lie, is really entertaining. It’s not often that Ben shakes in his boots. “Ki, we haven’t..done that..”

I shudder at the thought of my two best-friends in bed together. It’s hypocritical, yes, but it’s not like Ella even knows about us in the first place. “Eww! God, Ben, I was referring to the last name thing. You never do that; she does it all the time. Thanks for the mental picture.”

He lets out a long breath of air and sports a happy face once again. “Ha. Sorry about that. But hey, it’s not like I’m hard on the eyes. Or the mind’s eye, in this case,” he winks.

I swat his shoulder and laugh, “Hey! You have a girlfriend, Brownie. Don’t be an ass. Besides, I wouldn’t be too sure of that.” I know that’s a flat-out lie. I’m pretty sure he knows it, too, so I just sigh loudly and rest my forehead on my window, watching the town pass by in a blur. It’s not all that entertaining, but it’s certainly better than gauging Ben’s reaction. He’s usually good at sniffing out my bullshit, after all.

“Fine,” he says, “But if memory serves me right, at least one of us in this car is easy on the eyes. And before you tell me to stop...”

Oh, God. Not now. Please, just not now. I can‘t possibly let him finish whatever that thought may be. It‘s too risky. “Ben, stop. Please, can this just wait? I can‘t do this right now.”

“Why? We’re eventually going to have to talk about this, Ki,” he sighs as we pull into a parking space, “If we don’t, there’s no way things can go back to normal.”

I decide just to ignore Ben and his being completely right and just walk off. But first, I slam his car door for good measure. Maybe that will get my point across. Or maybe not. “You can’t run away from it forever, Ki. What, does it make you feel better if you just pretend it didn’t happen? Guess what, it did!”

I knew this was a bad idea. Now we’re both mad at each other, and I’m starting to cry. “I’m not the one pretending here, Ben! God, you’re the one making such a big deal out of it, not me. It was one time, that’s it. Just leave it in the past where it belongs.” I storm into the dimly lit concert hall before I can allow myself to get even a word in. I can’t take any chances with him anymore. He’ll only lead me to even more trouble if I don‘t tread these waters carefully.

I spot Ella pretty quickly. She’s standing near the front door, off to the right just a bit, talking to an attractive guy with a small, black tattoo on his wrist. He doesn’t look too threatening, though. He’s smiling sweetly at Ella, and it looks like she’s enjoying herself, which is actually a bad thing. That’s not exactly fair to Ben, who I really should be mad at right now.

I can tell by the fact that the guy’s sweating a little bit that he’s in one of the bands that already performed. What I can’t seem to put my finger on is why exactly Ella is hitting on this stranger when she already has a really great guy as a boyfriend. I’d hate to see her throw away her relationship with him like it seems I’ve been doing lately. I can’t help but frown at my own stupidity.

“El!” I shout, hoping to get her attention. I’d feel incredibly guilty if I let her do something she might regret to Ben. I can tell he likes her. I just wish he could let the sex thing slide for a little bit longer. We need to talk about it, in full, before Wyatt visits in a month, but now just never seems like a good time. I keep telling myself that tomorrow won’t be any different, but let’s just say I’m getting really good at ignoring myself recently.

“Hey, Ki!” she greets me with a hug. “This is Chase.” She lowers her head to my ear so she can whisper something to me, “He’s in a band! Cool, huh?”

Crap, Ben’s here now. Wait, why doesn’t he look angry? He should look angry, right? I’m so confused right now, I don’t even know where to begin at this point. “Yeah, super cool, El. Come to the bathroom with me?” I don’t bother waiting for an answer, so I pull her behin me towards the direction of the neon restroom sign. I figure we might as well get out of there before she either plans her wedding to Chase and his messy black hair and 5 ‘o clock shadow or Ben finally does something about him.

Once inside the surprisingly large bathroom, I notice El’s face has turned red. “Sorry about that, Ki. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable,” she apologizes as she looks into the mirror to mess with her makeup. I join her and stand at the sink to her left.

“Great, my makeup’s smeared,” I comment after actually looking at myself for the first time since crying after yelling at Ben. “And I’m not the one you should be saying sorry to, El. You should’ve seen the way you guys were looking at each other. Thank God Ben didn’t see much of anything. He’d be really upset.”

“Look, Ki…”

I cut her off with a wave of my mascara wand. “No, let me finish, El. He likes you a lot, okay? The last thing I want is to see him get hurt because you’re off hitting on some random guy. So stop, alright?”

“Fine,” she agrees, “But I need to tell you something.”

I look towards the bathroom door as someone walks in, causing it to swing open and close with a loud thud. “What’s that?”

She looks at the girl who just walked in, who I recognize from our school, and sighs. She digs for something in her purse and hands it to me. “Here, this makeup won’t smudge. I just bought it.”

I smile at the nice gesture. I could certainly use some of this if it works like she claims it does. I start applying the new mascara and say, “Thanks for letting me in on the secret.”

“Yeah,” she laughs nervously, “No problem, Ki.”

Ben's P.O.V.

Well, this is awkward. I’m not quite sure how I’m supposed to handle this situation. Kiley will be suspicious if I don’t yell at least yell at the guy. On the other hand, Ella will be angry if I do yell at him. To me, there’s really only one solution. “Here, can I uh, ask you something?” I ask the guy El was just talking to when I walked into the hall.

He shifts his attention from the group that’s on-stage to me and shrugs. “Do I know you?”

“I don’t think so. But, I need to ask you a favor.”

He gives me his full attention. I don’t know whether to think of that as a good or bad thing, seeing as how he’s got a slightly larger build than I have. “What might that be?”

“Can you not talk to the blonde girl? At least not until the end of the night?”

“Her name is Ella, you know,” he tells me, as if he’s known her longer than me. I can’t help but laugh on the inside. “And why? I happen to like talking to her.”

“Look, it’s complicated. She’s my friend, and I just need you to not talk to her for the night.”

He smirks at me and scratches his arm, probably so I can see his tattoo. “I don’t think I can do that. We were having a good time.”

Great, Ella and Kiley are already out of the bathroom. They’re walking toward us, so that means I don’t have that much time to barter with Ella’s new crush. “I’ll give you her number,” I suddenly blurt, since I’m out of ideas of ways to keep the peace. I scribble it on a piece of paper and hand it to him. He looks unsure of it, but he leaves, nevertheless.

“How was the bathroom?” I ask when they get back. Kiley focuses her attention on the stage. A band I don’t know and could care less about is currently performing a cover of a Coldplay song.

“Quite enjoyable, actually,” Ella, who’s standing between the two of us, informs me, “We had a little girl talk. I let her in on a little secret of mine.”

My hands immediately clam up. She couldn’t possibly mean…Could she? “What secret?” I prod, hoping to get at least a little information out of her.

“Well, that would ruin it if I told you, Mr. Yates. Besides, it doesn’t concern you.” I breath a heavy sigh of relief.

Ella fishes her phone out of her purse. “Ben, do you know somebody with this number? I don’t recognize it,” she frowns.

I lean into her ear and say, “It’s that guy you were talking to…I gave him your number. I hope you don’t mind.” She squeals and immediately texts him back. I guess I did the right thing for once regarding one of my best friends.

The song ends and the band exits stage left, causing Kiley to return her attention to me and Ella, who is engrossed by her phone’s home screen. She looks like I did not to long ago.

“Hey, guys,” Kiley says, sounding a little shy, “You know how Press turns three in a few weeks?” We both nod, so she continues, “Okay, well, my mom wanted to know if you guys could come. You know Press; he’d love it if you guys made it.”

“Of course!” Ella exclaims, “We’d love to come. What day do you want us to come over? Is it his birthday?”

“Yeah,” she answers, “October twelfth.”

That date sounds familiar for some reason. It’s probably nothing, but I ask anyway, out of pure curiosity. “Is something else happening that day? I can’t help but think there is.”

She sighs and runs a hand through her long, reddish-brown hair. I bet that feels heavenly. “Yeah, actually, that’s the day Wyatt’s coming in for a visit. He’ll be here for a few days. I can’t wait; three months is way too long,” she answers, sounding genuinely happy. I wish I hadn’t said anything now. You know what they say, after all: curiosity killed the cat. But this is different. My heart doesn’t have nine lives.

“Really? I think I have family from Washington coming in over that weekend. I don’t think I can make it,” I say regretfully. Ella promptly stomps on my foot and I shoot her an angry look. God, that hurts like hell.

“Don’t be silly!” Ella cries, “Tell your brother we’ll both be there.”

About two hours later, the concert is finally over. It was good, but the music was just in the background for me. I was too busy contemplating certain things, like my funeral arrangements for when Wyatt beats me into a pulp in a few weeks. Maybe Kiley’s right; it probably is a good idea if we don’t really say anything about it anymore.

The rain had reduced to a steady drizzle by the time the three of us file out of the building. Since her car shouldn’t be a problem to drive anymore, I give Kiley a ride back to the parking lot.

“Thanks for the lift, Brownie,” she says before getting out of my truck.

“Anytime, Lolli,” I answer with a smile.

Ella starts making gag noises once Kiley’s on her way back to her white car. “She is so blind, it’s not even funny!”

“You don’t see me laughing, do you?” I shoot back dryly.

“No, but you know what I do see?” Ella asks, tapping my shoulder furiously to get my attention.

“What?”

“Ben, look at her car. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it!” she exclaims excitedly as she jumps up and down in her seat. Thank God for seatbelts. “She even has the wipers on. You know what this means, right?!”

“Yeah,” I sigh, “it means she wanted to be alone with me.”

And I screwed it up.


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