Loving Mr. Daniels(11)

He gave her a sarcastic look, and Hailey frowned as if Ryan were telling the truth. He shrugged. “You’re really not going to let me use your car?”
“Nope.”
“But…I haven’t seen”—Ryan paused and glanced my way—“you-know-who in days.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Who’s ‘you-know-who’?”
Ryan and Hailey exchanged looks, having a complete in-depth conversation with their eyes and a few hand motions. I watched the Irish twins silently interact with one another and felt as if I were watching a Charlie Chaplin movie.
It was a reminder of how Gabby and I used to communicate without words, only with looks. I wondered if Ryan and Hailey knew how lucky they were to be so close. I also wondered if they knew how cursed they were.
Ryan tossed his hands up in the air in frustration at his sister and stood up. “I’m going to bed,” he said, ignoring my question. “Nice meeting you, Ashlyn.”
“You too.” And he was gone. I gave Hailey a confused look.
She shrugged. “He’s very selective with who he shares details with.” She paused. “He has a lot going on in his life.”
“It’s kind of nice to know that your family isn’t as perfect as your portrait,” I said, pulling my messy bun down just to toss it up into a messier bun on top of my head.
“No family’s perfect.”
I opened my mouth and paused when Henry poked his head into the bedroom. Perfect timing. “You kids all right?”
Hailey nodded. “Yup. Just getting ready for bed.”
He smirked and turned my way. “There’s pizza in the fridge if you’re hungry, Ashlyn. And if you need anything else—”     
“I won’t,” I quickly yapped to get him to leave.
The wrinkles in his forehead deepened as he rubbed his hands against his brows. “Okay. Goodnight.”
He left the room, and Hailey let out a long whistle. “You two are the spokespeople for awkward interactions.”
“Is it weird with him being the assistant principal at the high school? I mean, I hardly saw him all my life, and now I’m living with him and he’s going to be in school with me, too. That’s pretty much twenty-four hours of seeing him. It’s like Henry overload.”
“He’s not as bad as you think, once you get to know him. Just give him a chance.”
Once I get to know him?
The stranger was giving me advice on my biological father.
What was wrong with that picture?






I didn’t think I cared when I shut you out.
But now for days you’re all I think about.
~ Romeo’s Quest


I pulled up to the lake-house with my fellow band member, Randy, in the passenger’s seat. I’d moved into the house after I graduated from college back in May to help take care of Dad. It’d been a rough year since Mom passed away, and it’d only gotten tougher as time moved on and Dad lost the battle to his liver failure.
“You sure it’s okay for me to stay here?” Randy asked, pulling out his bag and his acoustic guitar.
I smiled his way and shrugged. Randy was my best friend and had been for years. I’d dated his sister Sarah for over three years when we were younger. I’d probably still be with her today if the accident hadn’t happened.
I was supposed to pick up my brother, Jace, from some party he was stuck at, but I’d been at work. I’d texted Randy to see if he could pick Jace up, but he didn’t answer. So I called Sarah and she said that she would, and on their way home, a drunk driver slammed them from the side. She died on impact.
I blamed myself for asking her to pick up Jace.
Jace blamed himself for being at the party.
Randy blamed himself for losing his baby sister.
All three of us had dealt with the lost of Sarah differently. I’d drowned myself in my music and my studies. Jace had gone on to use drugs and sell them, trying to stop himself from remembering what it had been like in that car. He’d watched her die but never spoke of it. And Randy…
He had pretty much become a wild guy who would try anything once. I never knew where his mind was or what kinds of weird things he was getting into when we weren’t working with the band. He was sort of a floater—picking up random knowledge wherever he went. He’d never blamed Jace or me for what had happened to his sister. He’d never held anger or vengeance in his heart.
I thought back to the question, his asking if I was okay with him staying with me. How could I not be? “Don’t be stupid. You needed a place to stay”—I glanced to the house—“and I have a place for you to stay.”
“Thanks, man. It means a lot to me. I’d probably only need a few months until I figure out some things.” He paused and looked back toward me. “You okay, Dan?”
I gave him a strained smile and nodded. “I got a few beers in the fridge if you want. I’m going to take a run by the lake. The other guys should be here in a few hours to rehearse.”
“Danny, I’m worried about you. All of us are.” The concern was evident in his tone, drenched in apologies for my life.
“Why?” I asked, stretching my arm across my body to loosen up for my run.
He stared at me as if I’d grown three heads. “Your Dad died last week and you’re acting like nothing happened.”
“Randy, people die. We both know that.”
Randy had lost his mom a while back, and his dad had never been in the picture. All he’d had was Sarah until the day of the accident. So if anyone knew what death was like, it was the two of us.