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“I know. I just …” Kyle huffed “We screwed up okay, the behavior was just so unlike Jesse and he wasn’t offering to explain so we made some assumptions and I don’t know, now I think maybe we might have been wrong.”
“We all know what assumptions make” she reminded him. “I hope this time you’ll listen with an open mind and hear Jesse out without accusing him of anything.”
“I will, I just have to wait for all this to be over” Kyle said as he waved his free arm around.
She laughed “There is that impatience shining through again.
“Yeah, I know.” Kyle chuckled.
“Why don’t I send dinner over with you when you go? If I know Jesse, he isn’t eating anything that he isn’t cooking on that grill.”
Kyle laughed at that, knowing his best friends habit of trying to grill damn near everything. It had certainly made for some interesting meals over the years.
Sighing, Kyle glanced back at Jesse again, listening as he sang O come all ye faithful. Jesse’s voice was as stunningly beautiful today, a far cry from the growling, guttural mess it had been for their last show. He’d never had issues with it on tour before unless he was playing sick, but that night, it sounded like he’d spent the past two days straight screaming until there was nothing left. It had been so wrecked, they hadn’t expected him to finish out the set. But he had, and promptly fled as soon as the concert was over.
“Maybe I should hang out up front and wait.”
“Did Jesse promise that you guys could talk?” his mother asked.
“Then trust him to be there when you arrive.”
Kyle sighed, shoulders slumping. “Fine.”
“Now come on, you’re supposed to be helping me shop.”
Dragging him from booth to booth his mom gave him little time to brood or speculate, she certainly didn’t give him enough alone time to work himself up into a frenzy of impatient waiting. No matter where they were in the room he could listen to Jesse’s playing above the buzz of conversatrions, and it comforted him to know that he was so close.
His mom finished up her shopping about an hour before the festival was set to end, which gave him plenty of time after they’d unloaded to pack up some of her delicious spegetti, and a grab a couple of the six packs his dad kept in the basement fridge.
“Damn, planning to tie one on?” Ryker asked as Kyle emerged with the beers.
“I found Jesse.”
“Holy shit, where?”
“At winterfest, playing Christmas carols. He said we could talk so I said I’d bring food and beer.”
“I’m glad you found him, and that he’s safe.”
“Me too. I just, I’m not sure about the safe part.”
Kyle shrugged, catching the way his cousin was eying him, his eyes having gone dark, dangerous in a way Kyle had never seen before.
“If he’s in some kind of trouble then maybe you shouldn’t be going over their alone.”
“If I don’t show up alone, Jesse won’t walk to me, hell I doubt he’d even let me in. It’s okay. I’ve got my cell on me and something tells me whatever is going on it isn’t dangerous, at least, not to anyone but Jesse.”
“Fine, but give me a text or something in about an hour and let me know everything’s cool and he’s not setting you up for money or some shit he blew on drugs.”
“Hey, no, okay, Jesse might be messed up right now, but he’s my closest friend, he’d never do something like that to me.”
Ryker nodded, but Kyle knew he’d better call if he wanted his cousin to stay put. It sucked that Jesse’s behavior up at the cabin had made Ryker so suspicious of him. He’d hoped the two could be friends, what with Ryker’s love of their music and the questions he’d peppered Kyle with about Jesse over the years.
Depositing the beer on the counter Kyle hurried to his room and retrieved Jesse’s bass and the Fender, safely packed in their cases. He loaded them in the trunk then went back for the food, pausing to cut them each a large slice of chocolate cake he packed in plastic containers.
The drive over seemed extra long. Hard to believe they used to bike ride between houses or skateboard before either could drive. He told himself it was just the nerves that were making him feel like it was taking forever, though he wondered if maybe there wasn’t something metaphorical wrapped up in it too. Maybe this time the distance between them had grown too vast to ever be closed again.
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