Rainbow Road (24 page)

Her plan sounded reasonable. But that wasn’t how Nelson wanted to do it. “No, Mom.” He sat up straight. “I’m staying here.”

“Nelson!” his mom shouted and went into a rant about how she’d trusted him with the car, yadda, yadda, yadda … til she asked, “Is Kyle there? Let me speak with him.”

Nelson held the receiver out to Kyle. “She wants to talk to you.”

Nelson could see the lump in Kyle’s throat as he took the phone.

“Hi, Mrs. Glassman. Sorry to wake you…. Yes … Yes … I know … Yes …”

Nelson leaned forward, trying to imagine the conversation and dreading the worst. Would Kyle cave in to her?

“No, ma’am, he’s a very nice young man, the same age as Nelson. I think he’l be good for him…. Yes, I know you do…. I think they’l be fine. I wouldn’t say that if I didn’t mean it…. Yes … I think that would be great. Okay, I’l put him on. Good night. Sorry to wake you.” With a weird grin on his face, he handed the receiver back to Nelson, who covered the mouthpiece, whispering, “What did she say?” When Kyle didn’t answer, Nelson put the receiver to his ear. “Yeah?”

“If you’re determined to stay out there, then I’m coming to visit.”

“What?” Nelson leaned into the phone, stunned. “You’d do that?”

A visit seemed so clingy, so kidlike, but … He’d missed her, and he’d like for her to meet Manny, and she could bring some of his stuff and … it suddenly struck him: She was agreeing that he could stay in L.A.

After hanging up the phone, Nelson just sat there, feeling a little dazed. “Wel, I guess this means you guys are going back without me.” He walked over to the window and stared at the city lights of … his new home?

He turned to Kyle and Jason. They stared at him expectantly. He knew he’d miss them like crazy. Yet a surge of excitement coursed through his arteries.

“Woo-hoo!” He leaped onto their bed, snapping his fingers, bouncing Kyle and Jason up and down on the mattress. Then he recaled one more thing he needed to complete this journey.

He jumped from the bed and grabbed Jason’s basketbal. “I want you to teach me.”

At first Kyle didn’t understand why it was suddenly so important to Nelson to learn basketbal. Only as they walked through the night streets with Nelson jabbering about Manny and asking Jason’s advice did it occur to Kyle to ask Nelson, “Does Manny play basketbal?” Nelson answered with a sheepish grin, “Yeah.”

At the court Kyle watched Jason patiently walk Nelson through the steps for a right-handed layup, demonstrating each move, while Nelson ran from the bal, covering his head.

But in less than an hour, Nelson scored the first basket of his life. Jason jumped and woo-hooed with him, snapping his fingers too.

And Kyle began to sense that the events on the court were about more than simply Manny. The two boys’ interaction had become a parting tribute from Nelson to Jason, and from Jason to Nelson in return; a reconciling between two very different boys who’d become unlikely best friends.

By one that morning Nelson had mastered a fairly decent layup, and Jason offered up finger snaps at every play.

Once back in their hotel, stil hyper with energy and sadness, the boys recaled stories of their trip together. Nelson led them in the steps of Britney’s “Boys.” And even after they’d turned out the lights they kept talking for another hour before they were finaly wiling to sleep.

Yet at nine next morning Kyle somehow managed to answer the door when Manny showed up with doughnuts.

Nelson puled the bedcovers over his head. “I don’t want to scare you away.”

But Manny yanked them down, teling him, “No such luck.”

“Then I guess I’m staying.” Nelson grinned, puffy-eyed from lack of sleep.

“For real?” Manny asked, his voice anxious with hope. “Don’t kid me about that. You’re realy staying?”

“Yeah.” Nelson shrugged. “Be careful what you ask for. My mom’s coming to check you out.”

“Huh?” Manny said, bewildered.

“Speaking of check out,” Kyle reminded everyone. “We need to get moving.”

The three of them took turns showering, in between doughnuts and sorting through clothes for what was whose.

In the garage Manny had parked next to the boys’ car, and Nelson moved his stuff over.

“Hey!” Jason held up Nelson’s dol. “You want your Aladdin?”

“Nah,” Nelson told him. “Keep it for good luck!” Then he turned to Manny with a look of sudden recognition. “Did anyone ever tel you you look like Aladdin?”

“Wel …” Kyle announced to Nelson. “I guess this is it.” Except how would he say “Laters” to his best friend ever? Then he remembered that kooky Horn-Boy in Tennessee.

Slowly he placed his hand over Nelson’s heart and looked into his blue eyes. “I wish you peace, joy, love, and lots of hot, groovy lovemaking.” Then he hugged Nelson, harder than he ever had in his life.

“You’re worse than my mother,” Nelson exclaimed as he hugged him back.

“I know.” Kyle let go, grinning, and trying not to cry. “Don’t be surprised if you get a visit from me, too.”

“You’d better come visit!” Nelson swung an arm around Kyle again, his own eyes puddling up.

“Take good care of him,” Kyle told Manny, giving him a hug too.

And naturaly, Jason also gave them hugs. “Hey, remember!” he told Nelson, as he climbed into the driver’s seat and tossed an imaginary basketbal through the open window, emphasizing his folow-through.

“Right, Coach,” Nelson saluted. Then he turned to Manny. “Hey, you want to shoot some hoops later?” Everyone waved and Kyle watched through the rear window as Nelson wiped his cheeks. Then Kyle’s vision blurred, as tears misted his contacts and he lost it, choking up while Jason held his hand.

An hour later the boys cleared the San Bernardino Mountains, leaving L.A. behind. Jason remarked, “It seems so quiet without him.” Kyle knew he meant Nelson, but he thought it wasn’t just Nelson’s absence that made it so quiet, it was knowing their journey would soon end.

They’d planned a straight shot along I-40, to make it back East in four days. But late that first afternoon, in the middle of Arizona, Jason took an exit onto a deserted side road, explaining, “I have to pee.”

A mischievous grin played on his face as he puled the car over, and Kyle was right there with him.

The two quickly stripped off shorts and tops, staring “dare you” into each other’s eyes. Then they were running naked through the sandy, scrubby desert as they danced and jumped and shouted “Woo-hoo!”

That night in New Mexico they finaly made love again, beginning a little fiercely, like starved animals, but then their moves became gentler and more tender, holding one another, as if welcoming each other home.

Their second night, when they unloaded their tent in Oklahoma, Kyle came across the can of Nelson’s blue corn facial mask. He remembered the little boy Esau and noticed some cream remained inside.

“I pray the little guy’s safe and healthy,” Kyle told Jason.

“And I pray he’s getting big and strong,” Jason said. “So someday he can whip his dad’s butt.”

“In honor of Esau and Nelson …” Kyle raised the can ceremoniously in the air. Then he turned to Jason. “I think we should use this stuff up.” They smeared fingers of icy paste across each other’s faces. Kyle’s skin tingled as he watched his boyfriend become a primitive-looking tribesman. And as they gazed across their campfire exfoliating, they became possessed with the desire to dance like wacky Faeries, encircling the charcoal flames.

By the third night, in Tennessee, it was raining so hard they decided to splurge on a cheap roadside motel.

“How about that one?” Jason pointed. Next to the highway, a neon sign blinked: MOTEL ROMEO.

Kyle had heard of such places. His cheeks grew warm as he grinned at Jason.

On their motel room bed waited a pair of mints and condoms. Mirrors lined the ceiling. “Just like in Graceland.” Kyle laughed.

But after they made love, Kyle felt more sad than happy, knowing this would be their last night together until … when? In three days he’d leave for Princeton. How could he be certain he and Jason would be able to survive weeks apart? He couldn’t. But hadn’t they weathered two weeks together and become closer than ever before?

He reached for Jason’s hand, recaling what the two older guys had said was their secret. Trust. Communication. And commitment.

On the fourth day they reached I-81 and crossed into Virginia. Late that afternoon they turned into Kyle’s driveway, trumpeting the horn as his parents hurried out from the house.

His mom and dad hugged them almost equaly, as though they were both their sons. Kyle’s dad helped unload the car, while his mom set out plates steaming with turkey and gravy, mashed potatoes, and creamed corn, their first home-cooked meal since New Orleans.

Between ravenous mouthfuls, Kyle and Jason recounted stories from their journey, each filing in where the other left off.

“And the sunrise on the Grand Canyon!” Kyle exclaimed.

“That was
so
amazing!” Jason continued.

“That’s what I was going to say.” Kyle grinned.

“I know.” Jason smiled back across the table.

And Kyle recaled another table, one with a boot vase ful of flowers during lunch halfway across the continent.

Now he softened his gaze, trying to picture Jason in twenty years, his hair starting to gray and tiny wrinkle lines forming at his eye corners. He imagined their life unfolding as a road before them. And he wondered: Would they one day celebrate their own RV journey?

He realized he was getting ahead of himself again, but every time Jason smiled at him, Kyle couldn’t help seeing a lifetime ahead.

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