Bullet(49)

Brad was sitting at the table when I came out, drinking a cup of coffee. I hadn’t noticed the coffeemaker before. “What’s up?” he asked.

“I’m going to spend the day looking for a job.”

“Already?”

“A good idea, don’t you think?”

He smiled. “I was gonna wait for a day or two, but I really can’t put it off when you’re so motivated.”

I shrugged. “I need a head start. I don’t have much experience. So what are you doing up so early?”

“Can’t sleep. Too much on my mind.”

I heard Ethan mutter from the couch. “Kinda hard to sleep with your goddamn blow dryer making noise.”

Before I could even respond, Brad said, “Shut the f*ck up, Ethan. She’s doing this whole band a solid.”

Ethan said something else, but I couldn’t make out what it was. Soon I left and started walking around our neighborhood. I could have gone through the want ads, but I wanted to look for work within walking distance. I didn’t have a vehicle and didn’t want someone to drive me around. I wanted it to be simple. But like I’d told Brad, I didn’t have much experience. I didn’t know what I’d qualify for. So I applied at restaurants, including fast food places, because I knew I’d have a decent chance at getting on with them. I also applied at retail places, where I figured maybe I could get a job selling things. I even applied for a cleaning position, where I’d be one of many janitors cleaning a large office building. The problem with that job was it was after hours, and that would interfere with shows. If I were even offered the job, I’d likely have to turn it down. But I figured even filling out applications was good practice for me.

By the time I got back home late that afternoon, I was tired, sweaty, and hungry. I’d bought some French fries and a drink in the middle of my day, but the September sun on concrete and asphalt had been hot and exhausting. All I wanted was a quick meal and a nice long cool shower. I knew I’d sleep well tonight, especially after losing so much sleep the night before.

It was my lucky night, because Brad and Nick were cooking dinner for everyone. I said hi and then went to my room to put my purse away and take off my shoes. I also replaced the blouse with a t-shirt.

I came back out to the kitchen. “Do you guys know where the nearest laundromat is?”

Brad said, “We’ll have to look it up. Maybe we could pick a day for laundry.”

I nodded. “Another thing I didn’t think of.”

“You look tired. Sit down and relax. We’ll be eating in a little bit.”

“It smells good. What are you making?”

Nick turned around from the stove and said, “Something exquisite that will make you feel like you’re home again…an exotic taste with just a hint of delicate cheese that will transport you to another world.”

Brad smiled. “Hamburger Helper.”

I started laughing. The more I got to know Nick, the funnier he was. He often had a joke or a retort, and he was turning out to be quite a ham. I appreciated the humor, especially since I was feeling worn out. “Well, I’m not complaining. It sounds lovely, Nick.”

“Anything for the lady.”

“And we’re having a salad and baked potatoes with it. These guys eat like there’s no tomorrow, so I figured we needed to make a lot.”

Nick acted serious. “Don’t expect this every night. Brad’s a slave driver. I can’t work with him anymore.”

Brad rolled his eyes and walked to the refrigerator, fetching out a couple of bottles of salad dressing. I was becoming quite impressed with his organizational skills. He kept surprising me with all the things he’d remembered to do or buy. I was glad he’d done the planning for our move.

Ethan showed up in the kitchen. “Val. You look beat. What the hell were you out doing all day?”

“I was looking for work.”

“Doing what? Singing not enough for you?”

“Oh, it’s plenty, but I want to make sure we can pay our bills.” He nodded. He stopped behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. It made the kitchen a little cramped but his hands on my shoulders felt good…and not just because he was touching me.

Dinner was served soon after, and Zane brought in a chair from the living room so we could all sit at the table. It was crowded, but it was the first thing we’d done that reminded me of home. Gathering around a table, talking and laughing, sharing food…that would be the one thing I knew was important for us to do on occasion as a group. Not only did it make me feel better about our move, but it also reminded me of how much I valued these four men—not just as friends but as bandmates. And based on how we all acted, I knew they felt the same way.

After dinner, Zane, Ethan, and I decided to clean up since the other two had made the food. Zane said, “Damn, guys. Why didn’t you find a place with a dishwasher?” But he filled up the sink and started washing anyway, while Ethan rinsed and I dried. When I finally excused myself to shower, I felt happy and like I’d had a good first day. I wasn’t feeling so sorry for myself anymore.

My brain turned off in the shower, and I just relaxed, but I decided I’d try writing a few lyrics before going to bed. I knew I’d sleep well tonight.

When I got out, I wrapped my head in my towel and put on a robe, then carried my clothes to my room. I was using a trash bag for my dirty clothes but realized I’d want a clothes basket to carry to the laundromat. And I could hardly wait to wash the stiff sheets on the bed. I knew it wouldn’t bother me tonight, but it was going to drive me nuts until I could wash them.

I decided to get something to drink and then just lie on my bed writing lyrics until sleepiness overcame me. As I left the bedroom, though, I heard the guys laughing and carrying on in the living room, and I hoped they wouldn’t take it personally that I just wanted to hit the hay. I was still wearing my robe and the towel over my head, but I was covered from neck to knee and didn’t think much of it.

I walked to the kitchen and guessed they didn’t realize I was there. Nick said, “I’ll go last. That’ll give me time to put it to good use.”

Zane: “You trying to find Angelica?”

“Hell, yeah. She gives good head.”

Ethan: “What makes you think she’ll wanna f*ck your scrawny ass again?”

“They all want Nick again once they’ve tasted him the first time.”

Brad: “Okay. You’re fourth.”

Ethan: “So who’s tonight?”

“Me, I guess.”

Nick: “That’s cool, though, right?”

“What?”

“Guests.”

Zane: “Fuck, yeah. I thought that was the whole point. If we can’t invite our girlfriends, why bother setting up a schedule or even having the room to ourselves?”

Nick: “You don’t need a girl to take care of your needs.”

“Maybe you don’t.”

They all got quiet when they heard the cabinet door close and the water running in the faucet. Brad, ever the gentleman, said, “Sorry you had to hear that, Val.”

I turned around and walked into the living room. “Please, don’t be. We’re gonna have to get used to living together, and just ‘cause I’m a prude doesn’t mean the rest of you have to be.”

I got some scoffs from that, but Zane said, “Hey…what’s fair is fair. You can have guys over too if you want.”

I could tell from the somber feel that dropped over the room that that idea was not okay with everyone. I wasn’t going to touch it, so I just smiled and said, “I’m gonna go do a little writing and then hit the hay. I’m tired.”

Ethan said, “Sure you don’t wanna hang? Bradley here was gonna put a DVD in his laptop. Movie night.”

“Thanks, but you guys can resume your conversation.”

“We’re done. Don’t go.”

“Thanks, really. I’m just tired.”

They wished me good night, and I went to my bedroom. I hoped they knew I’d meant what I said. I didn’t want them feeling like they couldn’t talk about whatever was on their minds just because I was there. I knew they liked sex. They were young men, for heaven’s sake, most of them still technically teenagers for a few months. I wasn’t going to tell them what they could or couldn’t do, and sex seemed harmless compared to some of the other activities I knew they engaged in.

Once in my room, I slipped off the robe and put on a short nightie, one that barely covered my bottom. It was still warm, and I didn’t want to perspire all night in bed. I draped the towel over the folding chair in the corner of the room and combed out my hair, then lay on top of the bed with a notebook and pencil and started probing my mind, looking for ideas that wanted to be written about.

After struggling with a few lines for the better part of half an hour, I heard a soft knock at my door. I’d been getting drowsy, so I wasn’t sure if I’d really heard it, but I got up anyway. I wasn’t exactly decent in my tiny, strappy gown, so I figured I’d just peek out the door to see what whoever it was wanted. I’d heard the guys laughing at whatever movie they were watching, so maybe they just wanted to ensure that I really didn’t want to join them.