bury me — r&v / in every universe
Apr 7, 2024 20:11:53 GMT -5
Post by lucius branwen / 10 — fox on Apr 7, 2024 20:11:53 GMT -5
By the time school starts in January, everything's settled down. Normal again, like a box-office failure of a movie didn't have them split up for three weeks. Roe's taking Mat's lunch tray again, he's kicking the back legs of their chair in history again because Laney's returned to sitting with her friend across the room. Don't know what happened there. Got dumped, Mat murmurs when Roe's out of earshot.
Well, he doesn't seem that torn up about it.
Now with the whole Dune thing behind them, Mateo's planning the band's future with renewed vigour.
He wants to play in front of people, wants them to start doing shows, maybe even write their own songs. They gotta practice more once summer hits because junior year's when they're gonna make their mark. Roe points out that they don't actually even have a band name, and Mat looks like he short circuits for a second because it's true.
They'll work on that.
Mat's laying it all out during one of their lunches, and they're trying to look excited, but they're just thinking about how much harder it would be to hide.
At least marching band's rolled over to concert band and pep band. They get their excuse back for coming home late during the school week.
It's actually a lot easier. Their winter sports teams are still bad and the songs are recycled, and the repertoire for the Spring Concert wasn't exactly put together with roaring drum solos in mind. There's a cymbal part and a snare part, and Mr. Schultz gives them the Timpani for the first piece. Then, they're mostly standing through Salvation is Created, waiting for their cue to hit the mallets for like three bars of the whole thing. There's days where they don't have to show up to practice at all, so they're over at Mat's instead.
The month rolls by.
For four weeks from January, they take two quarters every day out of their lunch money and then they give it to Arcadia. She does them the favour of going up to the mall one weekend she's there with her friends to get them a five pack of blank cassettes, Maxells, the really nice ones. They'll write her name into attendance for youth group on the Wednesday she's skipping to go to the movies with Jack.
Monday before school, Arcadia pops by their locker and hands them the little box of tapes along with her part of the chem lab report they've got due soon. It's very neatly written, it's very good. She's even put notes for them on a separate page, and they're so impressed every time. Because trying to do a homework assignment with Mat's really just spending half the time parsing the handwriting. Hieroglyphics. Abstract art? They won't even start with what it's like with Roe.
"Thank you."
"Next week's Valentine's," she states.
"Yeah." They're pulling out an armful of books for English, balancing the box on top of a stack of textbooks in the locker, bit distracted by trying to grab something from the back.
Then, it occurs to them a second late that they're supposed to ask about Jack. "Oh. Yeah. What are you guys doing?"
She lights up, she's grinning now. Jack's taking her out for dinner in the evening, but it's supposed to be a surprise. Though in Kinsey, on a high school budget, it probably either means D-Jay's or that new Italian place that opened during the summer. Bella Cucina. Probably the Italian place because they've got like tablecloths.
She stares up at them, leaning a shoulder against the row of lockers, and hugs her binder to her chest. "So, what are you doing?"
"Nothing."
Scoffing, she points to their locker now, knowing look, "The tapes? You're making a tape?"
It takes another second too long to put two and two together. They shut the door and turn to her. "That's not – that's a birthday gift. It's Roe's birthday."
And it's entirely true, but Arcadia seems so thoroughly unconvinced they feel like they're somehow lying. She's still got that expression on, smiling a little, expectant. She leans closer, and they step back. "C'mon, you can tell me."
They give her a flat look, pick up their bag, and start to walk down the hall towards class. "Nothing to tell." Because there's really no one. Hasn't been anyone. She's persistent though, keeps pace even when one of her friends shows up to head to first period together.
She's not letting it go.
"Who do you like? Just a hint."
Mat's coming down the hall, thank God. They wave at him, the bell's going now, thank God again. They smile, looking at Arcadia, resolutely answering, "See you in Chemistry."
Roe's birthday is on the 13th of February. Day before Valentine's. Which Mat told them from the beginning because he thought it was funny.
There's another band practice that the percussionists are excused from, so they're getting into Roe's car after school. It's still cold, but it's stopped snowing mostly. The engine's on, idling, warm inside. The radio's been going with love songs the last week as he flips through the stations, gives up on something sentimental from Bryan Adams. He's grumbling about Mat taking his sweet time as they climb into the back, throwing their bag onto the seat.
They unzip their backpack, leaning forward. They rest their elbow on the shoulder of the passenger seat, holding it out for Roe, small box in their palm, wrapped in brown paper, tied in twine.
Would've been a little hard ordering a Scorpions shirt to their house. He gets the Maxells instead, he can record a whole album if he wants to, five if he wants that.
"Happy birthday."