Slammed (Slammed #1)(47)
I turn the water off and step out of the shower and dry off. I twist the towel around my head and put on my clothes.
He brought me pajamas. Maybe that means I'm sleeping in his comfortable bed again. I hesitate as I turn the doorknob, assuming I still won't be able to open it, but it swings open.
When he hears me open the bathroom door, he jumps over the back of the couch and runs toward me. I back up to the wall, afraid he's about to shove me back in the bathroom when his arms go around my waist and he hugs me.
"I'm sorry, Lake. I'm sorry I did that. You were just losing it."
I hug him back. Of course I hug him back. "It's okay. I kinda sorta had a bad day,” I say.
He pulls away from me and places his hands on my shoulders. "So we're friends? You aren't going to try to punch me again?"
"Friends," I say reluctantly. That's the last thing I want to be to him right now. His friend.
"How was the matinee?" I ask as we walk down the hallway.
"Did you talk to your mom?" He ignores my question.
"Jeez. Deflect much?"
"Did you talk to her? Please don't tell me you spent the entire day cleaning." He enters the kitchen and pulls two glasses out of the cabinet.
"No. Not the entire day. We talked."
"And?"
"And…she has cancer," I reply frankly.
He looks at me and scowls. I roll my eyes at him and put my elbows on the table, gripping my forehead with my hands. My fingers brush against the towel that's on my head. I bend away from the bar and pull the towel off and flip my head forward, brushing the tangled strands with my fingers to smooth them out.
After I remove all the tangles, I raise my head back up just as Will darts his eyes away from me and to the cup that's now overflowing in his hand with milk. I pretend not to notice the spill and continue to mess with my hair as he wipes up the milk with a rag.
He pulls something out of the cabinet and gets a spoon out of the drawer. He's making me chocolate milk.
"Will she be okay?" he asks.
I sigh. He's relentless.
"No. Probably not."
"But she's getting treatment?"
I've been able to go the entire day without thinking about it. I've been comfortably numb since I woke up from my nap. I know this is his house, but I'm beginning to wish he would leave again.
"She's dying, Will. Dying. She'll probably be dead within the year, maybe less than that. They're just doing chemo to keep her comfortable. While she dies. 'Cause she'll be dead. Because she's dying. There. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
His expression softens as he sets the milk in front of me. He grabs a handful of ice out of the refrigerator and drops it into my cup.
"On the rocks," he says.
He's good at deflecting, and even better at ignoring my snide remarks. "Thanks," I say. I drink my chocolate milk and shut up. It feels like he somehow just won our fight.
***
The Avett Brothers are still strumming away in the background when I finish my chocolate milk. I walk to the living room and put the song on repeat. I lie on the floor and stare up at the ceiling with my hands stretched out above my head. It's relaxing.
"Turn the lights off," I tell him. "I just want to listen for a while."
He turns the lights off and I sense him lie down beside me on the floor. A dancing green glow from the sound waves on the stereo illuminate the walls as The Avett Brothers put on a color show.
My thoughts drift with the music as we lay there motionless. After the song ends and loops around again, I tell him what's really on my mind.
“She doesn’t want me to raise Kel. She wants to give him to Brenda.”
It’s the only thing spoken during the hour that we lay in the floor. He finds my hand in the dark and holds it. He holds it; and I let him just be my friend.
***
The lights flick on and I immediately cover my eyes. We’re still lying in the middle of the floor. I sit up and see Will next to me, sound asleep.
"Hey," Eddie whispers. "I knocked, nobody answered.” She walks through the front door and sits on the couch. She watches Will as he snores, sprawled out in the living room floor.
“It's Saturday night," she says as she rolls her eyes. "Told you he was a bore.”
I laugh. “What are you doing here?”
“Checking on you. You haven’t answered your phone or texted me back at all today. Your mom has cancer so you decide to swear off technology? Doesn’t make sense.”
“I don’t know where my phone is.”
We both stare at Will for a moment. He's snoring really loud. The boys must have worn him out today.
“So, I assume things didn’t go well with your mom? Since you’re here, sleeping in the damn floor.” She looks annoyed that we weren’t doing anything more than just sleeping.
“No, we talked.”
“And?”
I get up and stretch before I sit on the sofa beside her. She’s already got her boots off. I guess going so long without a permanent home makes you feel like you’re at home anywhere you go. I pull my feet up and lay back on the arm of the couch, facing her.
“Last week in the courtyard when you were telling me about your mom and what happened when you were nine-"