Our Song

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Our Song

Copyright © 2016 by Ashley Bodette

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ISBN 978-0692690697

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To anyone who ever thought they needed to change to make someone else happy…

A girl should be two things: who and what she wants.

--Coco Chanel, The Gospel According to Coco Chanel: Life Lessons from the World’s Most Elegant Woman

August 15, 2014

I can’t believe it. I mean, I have thought it for a long time. But thinking it, and actually seeing it’s true, are two very different things. She denied it, up one side and down the other, no matter how many times I confronted her about it, but it’s obvious she wasn’t telling the truth.

It’s a good thing I always have an eye on her, even when she’s out of town. She needs to understand that there are consequences for her actions.

If I get my hands on her, she’ll be begging for mercy.

Chapter One

Becca

“Everybody buckled in and ready to go?” Asher’s dad asks.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I mumble to myself.

Asher looks over at me with eyebrows raised. “Is everything okay?”

I just nod and turn away.

What have I gotten myself into?

I am so anxious that I, quite honestly, feel like I’m going to be sick. I’m in the back seat of a car with Asher. Now, I totally know what this might look like to some people, but that is
so
not what is going on. Don’t get me wrong, I am practically in love with him, but his
parents
are in the front seat. And after my ex accused me of cheating on him with Asher, well…I haven’t exactly been looking forward to this trip.

Asher and I were boyfriend and girlfriend back in the fifth grade. We dated for four whole months, and even though we broke up, we were still really good friends, best friends even, and continued to do all sorts of things together… up until Trip asked me to stop spending time with him. Now, a lot of people would say that a relationship when you are ten and eleven years old doesn’t really count, but we
totally
counted. We held hands, we sang in church choir together, we called each other on the phone (from his friend John’s house, of course) and he even
kissed
me once. It was only on the cheek, but it was in a public place (even if it was dark inside) so IT. COUNTS.

But I digress. It’s been seven years since we were “together”, and right now, I know that both of us are single, and we have been for a while. Despite my single status, and my forever kind of want for this boy, I’m not sure if I’ll ever be ready to be in a serious relationship again. Let’s just say my ex was a real piece of work, and I was broken into a hundred different pieces. And just because Asher hasn’t really paid attention to any other girls lately doesn’t mean he wants to be anything more than friends with me.

To be honest, I don’t have a clue how he actually feels about me. I should probably at least have an idea, considering before Trip happened we were practically best friends. No, not practically. We
were
best friends. We’re both in choir and in band, we both had pre-calculus and humanities last year,
and
we go to a really small school in a ridiculously small town. Of course, going to that small school, in that small town (as well as attending the same church), means that
he
probably knows that I kinda-sorta never stopped having a thing for him. Which, of course, is just going to make this car ride even more awkward.

Asher’s mom turns around in her seat. “How was camp, Becca? You think the team will make it to State this year?” She’s a huge supporter of the girls’ sports teams at our school. So it shouldn’t surprise me that’s the first thing she wants to talk about.

“Camp was really great, Laura. It was tough, and I pretty much felt like dying at the end of each day, but it’s totally worth it,” I said. “Coach will accept nothing less than making it to the state tournament this year. Almost the entire team is seniors, and we’ve been playing together for almost seven years. If she has it her way, we’ll be walking away with the trophy when the season is over.”

“Are you excited for the first game? New Haven is going to be tough to beat, since their team is full of seniors too.”

“We’ve been working really hard, and
C
oach had us watch tapes of our games with them last year to look for weaknesses. So unless they’ve all grown a foot, or improved a ton in those areas, I think we'll be able to smoke ‘em.”

“And have you been lifting weights even though it’s volleyball season?” Asher’s dad asks, which makes me grin.

“Of course, Robert. How am I going to give those boys a run for their money this winter if I don’t keep working on my form?” It might be completely weird to love weightlifting, but I kind of do. And I
really
love it when I kick some boy’s butt doing squats or bench pressing.

He chuckles. “Atta girl!”

“So, which classes are you taking this year?” Asher asks.

I whip my head around to look at Asher, then quickly look away again.
Oh Lord
. I don’t know if I can do this for the next few hours. How am I supposed to sit here with his tall, shaggy haired, cute self and still be able to form words? “Umm…” I take a deep breath. “I’m taking choir, band, and calculus, of course. And the second year of humanities.” I look down at my hands. “I’m an office aide one class period, a teacher’s aide to Mr. West so I can record the choir parts on the piano for him.” I’m forgetting something… “Oh, and I’m working with Kara during her P.E. class, since she doesn’t have a paraprofessional assigned to her anymore, and she needs someone to help with her adapted assignments.” When I peek at Asher, his jaw is dropped.

Am I being weird? Did I say something stupid?
I knew this was a bad idea.

But then his face transforms into a grin. “Wow. That sounds intense. But you were always one to help someone out. Sounds like an awesome schedule for you.” He smiles, and my heart does a little flip inside my chest. “Plus, we’re going to be spending four class periods together again this year.”

I try to smile, but it probably looks more like a grimace. “That’ll be nice.”

“I ran into Mr. West the other day at the grocery store,” he says, leaning forward so he can put his phone in his back pocket. “He told me he already has a few duet ideas brewing for us to work on this year so we have a few options for solo and ensemble.”

“Oh.” I don’t really know where this conversation is going. “Cool. I—” …am saved by a text message.

Ding.

Olivia: I can’t believe you would do this to me, Becca! Sometimes I hate being the youngest child. :-P

Well, obviously Livvie is a little upset right now. She’s currently spending this nice, looong drive in the van with my parents, and has no portable DVD player. Although, she does have her cell phone.

Me: Well, just scroll through Facebook and Twitter, like you normally do. :-P If you get really bored, there's always Instagram!

When Asher asked me if I’d ride with him and his parents right before we all left, I decided I was going to need something else in the car if I was going to spend that much time with Asher. I haven’t exactly been sociable lately, and there was no way I was going to be able to just chat with him and his parents for that long of a drive. I told my parents that we wanted to watch a movie on the ride up to the cabin.

“Sorry, it was my sister. So, what are our movie choices?” Best to get one started so I’m not forced to converse with anybody the rest of the trip.

“I got
Tommy Boy
,
Final Destination
, and
The Three Musketeers
. What do you want to watch? Or did you bring a movie?”

Tommy Boy
is sort
of an old standby for us, but I’m not sure I’m in the mood to be nostalgic.
Final Destination
? Blech. No thank you to the horror movie. I did bring a few of my own, but since I’d like to keep the focus off of me, and end this discussion… “Well, I’ve never seen
The Three Musketeers
. So maybe we could watch that?” It’s not like I want to start an argument about what to watch when I can avoid talking about it at all. And if Asher suggested it, it can’t be that bad.

Asher gives me a sideways glance, but doesn’t argue. “Then the Musketeers it is.”

***

As we pull into the driveway of the cabin, I take in the view of the lake. I’ve spent many, many long weekends up here. The cabin belongs to my great-aunt, and since it’s only about a three-hour drive from where we live, we make it up here at least a couple of times a year. But I’ve never been up here with someone who isn’t family, and
definitely
haven’t been here with someone I’ve often wished I was dating. The hardest part is going to be the sleeping arrangements—our parents will have the two master bedrooms upstairs, but Asher, my little sister, and I will be sharing the bunk room. Umm…awkward much?

Asher’s dad throws the car into Park, turns in his seat, and says, “Make sure you guys shut that movie off right away so you don’t drain the car battery.”

I smile at him, and lean forward to turn the DVD player off.
The Three Musketeers
was actually pretty funny, but I was feeling pretty worn out by the time it was over. We started another movie about forty-five minutes ago, but I haven’t really been paying any attention to it. I didn’t even offer up my opinion on what to watch next, I just let Asher choose. Both of Asher’s parents get out of the car and close their doors.

I’m about to open my door and climb out of the car when Asher grabs my wrist. I turn my head to look at him, raising one eyebrow, not sure why he’s stopping me from getting out.

“Becca," he says, his blue eyes searching mine. "I just want to say thanks for riding with me up here,” he says. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be uncomfortable or anything, but I…it was fun.”

I’m not sure what to make of his little speech, so I try to smile, slowly extracting my arm from his hold, and say, “Of course not. I had fun too.”

-----

Asher

Thank the Lord I asked Becca to ride up with my parents and me. I had a feeling that if I rode up alone with them, the entire three-hour drive would have consisted of my mom and dad telling me how wonderful going to college at Syracuse University was going to be next year, and that I’m going to make a wonderful architect. But I’m not sure that I want to be an architect, or even that I want to go to Syracuse. Of course, I haven’t said anything to either of them about it. They’ve been hoping, dreaming, and planning this for me since I was a little boy playing with Legos and K’nex. And it’s not that I wouldn’t make a good architect; after all, my parents have been preparing me to be one for most of my life. But I just can’t envision myself designing buildings or renovations for the rest of my life. There are other things I’d rather do for a living. Well, one thing anyway.

Not that inviting Becca to ride with me was just to avoid that conversation.

Okay, so maybe that’s why I initially thought to ask her, but it’s not the reason why I wanted her to say yes. Ever since Becca started dating Trip, she hasn’t been herself. And she seemed to pull further and further away from everyone the longer she dated him. She was my best friend. Well, she still is really, even if we haven’t been able to hang out like we used to. I thought once she broke up with him that I might start seeing the old Becca again. But despite the fact that I’ve actually been able to spend some time with her, in group settings anyway, she seems to be keeping herself all locked up inside…which is not the Rebecca Haines I know at all.

As Becca walks her bag toward the cabin, I can't help but pause in grabbing my own bag from the trunk to watch her. Since I was going to get to spend almost three solid hours with her, with only my parents and
The Three Musketeers
to distract us, I figured I could wiggle my way into getting her to talk to me, open up a bit. Maybe see a hint of that old spark. Didn’t really happen, though.

She was able to hold a conversation with my parents, same as always, spinning her purity ring around her finger the entire time. But I could only seem to get her to talk about superficial things. However, Athos, Aramis, and Porthos got her to laugh the way she used to, back when we could just hang out and have a good time.

I drop my bag on the ground and close the trunk. As Becca disappears behind the screen door, I make a decision. I have a new mission this week: I want to be the one who makes Becca laugh like that. I want to see the fire that used to burn in her eyes. I want her to talk back to me, and have fun.

But most of all, I want her to tell me what’s wrong. Because I don’t think I will be able to help get her back to who she was without her being open and honest with me.