The music was loud. Deafeningly so. For the second time that night Caden was sure the heavy bass from the music was going to mess up her heartbeat. She sat near the bar of the poorly lit club, Delaney's, and sipped at a drink the bartender had given her. There was a weird after taste to it and Caden couldn't help but think about how Shane had given her a talk about putting her drink down somewhere. C.K. glanced back the bartender. He was talking to someone but he glanced over at her and smiled.
'Please don't think I'm cute, please don't think I'm cute,' She chanted in her head. But he did. And he was walking towards her.
"Jesus Christ," her mumble was lost in the heavy bass of the song that still played. He put a drink down in front of him. Caden assumed it was someone else's that he was supposed to be fixing. "I never see you around here. Are you new in town?" He was yelling casually over the music. "Yeah," Caden yelled back. It was obvious he hadn't heard her because he leaned in closer. "Yeah," she repeated, raising her voice. "I used to live here but I moved and now I'm back."
He nodded. He handed the drink off to a man who had approached them quickly, ready to complain. The man left. "Well, welcome back." The bartender said. He smiled but didn't mean it. He didn't want to talk about where she was from or where she had been. He wanted to know what kind of guys she liked and if she was a freak in the sheets. Caden nodded, not knowing what else to do. The situation had turned awkward in the blink of an eye and she was ready to leave. "So are you here with anyone? Boyfriend? Brother?" Caden looked at him confused. 'Why would I be here with my brother?' she wanted to ask. "Girlfriend?" he added with a laugh. Caden didn't smile. She held up her drink as if giving him a quick cheers. "Right." She yelled. The song had switched and was now playing a fast beat techno-rock song. "I'm gonna go now." The man nodded his head slowly, clearly disappointed but C.K. didn't let that stop her.
She walked along the walls of the club, careful to avoid the dance floor and stopping every few minutes to talk to a guy, that intersected her path. She made it clear to each and every one of them she wasn't interested. She hadn't even wanted to go out tonight. Her plans had been to stay home and watch movies but those had gone up in a mushroom cloud in a matter of seconds. Caden found Shane, Ann Marie, and Eliza on the couches near the back of the club. Shane sat slouched, observing every person that walked by while Ann Marie and Eliza chattered endlessly with two men, both of them appearing to be twins.
Caden dropped down onto the couch with Shane, the sudden weight change distracting the man from his observations. He glanced at her with a small smile. "Are you having as much fun as I am?" he asked. It wasn't necessary to yell where they sat; the couches sat pushed to the back of the club, more as a VIP section than a rest area. Caden shrugged. They hadn't been there that long so it was too soon to judge if she would regret coming out. "You brought me out of the safety of my house to watch you watch other people?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips and reflecting in her eyes. "No," Shane began. He looked as if he were thinking of something to say. "You'll see why I brought you out here." He took a swig of his beer. "It will be worth your while." Caden raised her eyebrow conspicuously. He noticed it. "I promise," he amended. She took a sip of her drink, joining in on Shane's activity. Watch people, take a sip, watch more people, take another sip. Every so often, women would flock over to him, asking for a dance. When he would deny they would walk away, brokenhearted. Caden wanted to laugh even though nothing of it was funny. She felt bad for them. Shane was a good looking man, just like his cousin.
The thought came out before she could stop it and she laughed from her own embarrassment. Shane glanced over at her as she took a large, very large, swig of her drink. "I wanna laugh." He held up his drink in a quick cheer at a passing man, probably a co-worker, then glanced back at her. He was waiting. Caden tried to think of something to say quickly. How dumb would she look if she told him that his cousin was on her mind? Not just now. But a lot. Especially since her and Jason were done. "It's nothing." But Shane didn't buy that. He continued to stare. His eyes waited patiently for her to tell the truth. "It's nothing!" her voice almost squealed. God, was she tipsy?
"You know, he does the same thing." Shane glanced out at the crowd once more before returning his gaze. "He'll get quiet then laugh and say it was nothing but you always know who he is thinking about." Caden could only stare. He couldn't have been talking about Jon. Could he? Her heart sped up at the idea that Jon thought about her.
'Play dumb,' she told herself. "I don't know who you're talking about." This time it was Shane's turn to laugh. "Really?"
"Does he really think about me?" She couldn't help ask. Shane laughed again. Quieter this time, like a chuckle. "Yeah. A little too much. His band was thinking of kicking him out because he couldn't write any songs. He can't really think passed your face." He nodded to himself, as if his mind had thrown in another suggestion. "Or other parts of your anatomy."
"You're kidding me? Does he talk about me?" She asked. "I mean, we talked in the hospital and we kinda fixed everything. He asked me out to coffee and I said yes."
Shane's eyes were sincere. "He wants you guys to be friends again. Kind of like the old days, you know?"
Caden's face grew warm with memories of their 'friendship'. "We really weren't what you would callβ"
"Friends." Shane finished, with a sly smile. "So I've heard." He glanced at her face, mistaking her look of shock probably for anger. "He didn't go into detail! He just said that things were different before he fucked up. Things went a little deeper than every one else saw."
Caden nodded. The memory hurt. No one had known they were together. She had been his dirty little secret. Inside they were lovers. Outside they were friends but even then, just barely. That had killed her. Rumors had been a daily battle with them and Jon had fought them off easily with a disgusted look and two quick words: 'hell no'.
"How deep did it go?" Shane questioned. Caden looked up at him, surprise in her eyes. Should she tell him? "You don't have to tell me." But his words convinced her otherwise. He was dying to know and Caden couldn't help but feel joy at the fact that Jon hadn't told.
"He was my first," She admitted with a sigh. Her eyes had been captivated by the leather of the couch she sat on but a small sound from Shane brought her sight upwards. He was incredulous. "Jon was your first?" he asked again, as if he hadn't heard her right the first time. She only nodded. "I don't believe that." His face settled back into a smug smile. C.K. shrugged. "You don't have to. It's true."
"Was he any good?"
"Ew."
"He's my cousin. I have to know if I have competition with the ladies."
"It was my first time."
"It's either a nightmare or a fantasy. A lot of girls enjoy their first time." Caden gave him a scrutinizing look. "Depending on whom it's with. Just answer the question." Caden shrugged again. She was torn between telling the truth and making up disasters that occurred before, during and after. If she told the truth, she would probably blow Shane out of the water but if she lied, Jon's sexual reputation, which despite her disapproval and jealousy, has probably built since she left, would be ruined.
"It was good." She answered. It felt as if she were answering her mom on how her day at school was. Shane stared, waiting for details. "It was good? That's it? He must have been horrible. Coming too soon, and not knowing how to put on a condom. Your not gonna tell me when it happened? Where?"
"What's with the interrogation?" She wasn't annoyed, but she wanted to make it sound like she was. A women, pretty and probably Hispanic walked up to Shane and asked him for a dance. He waved her off, irritated at the sudden interruption. "Well?"
Caden sighed, moving closer to the curious man as if someone could hear them over the loud music. "Start off with the basics. When?"
"July 23rd. About two months before I left for New York."
"Christ," he said to himself. "Where?"
"In my room." Shane looked as if he were waiting for her to say something else so she added, "During the day, when I had aquamarine sheets on my bed. My parents were home. Deity was home? We were having tacos for dinner that night? I had just bought red shoes? What do you want to know?" She had raised her voice and Shane was laughing at all the things she named.