The Shore (12 page)

Polly sighed, frustrated. She hated working the deck alone, and she was pretty sure she was stuck because Terry was a flake and often missed work. The other three, or the Triple S Threat, as they were called, couldn't be counted on to help. Susie, Sandy, and Sarah were triplets and they hated one another. They did, however, work well together in some sort of freaky superconnected way. Bottom line was that guests inside would be well taken care of. Polly and the guests outside would be miserable.
It's going to be one of those days
.

It's one of those days,
Curt thought as he stared in frustration at his bandmates. Bobby, the bass player and songwriter, was sitting sullenly in a corner, his hand bandaged. The idiot had cut himself on a broken beer bottle. Austin, the lead singer, hadn't hit a single note all morning. Darek sat by his drums, his long brown hair flopping into his eyes, and glared out from beneath his locks.

“All right, guys, come on,” Curt urged them. “Tonight's the night. We came here for the chance to play, and we've got to take advantage of it.”

“I don't think we're in a position to take advantage of anything,” Darek said quietly.

“Except maybe some hotties after the show,” Austin said with a grin.

“If I were you, I'd be more worried about hitting notes than hitting on chicks,” Bobby said.

“Maybe if you wrote notes and lyrics that actually flowed and made sense, my job would be a little easier,” Austin flared.

“Maybe if you actually took care of your voice, you would actually be able to sing the music,” Bobby said.

“Fine talk from a guy who messed up his hand right before the gig. How did you do that again?” Austin asked, his voice dripping sarcasm.

“Cut the crap, both of you,” Curt said. “Arguing isn't going to get us anywhere.”

“Neither is practicing, at this point,” Darek spoke up.

Curt turned to look at Darek, feeling his temper start to get out of hand. The last thing he needed was for the drummer to start in with BS like that. They might have a long way to go as a band, but they had come so far already and he wasn't about to stop now. “I'm not giving up,” Curt hissed finally.

“You miss my meaning, dude,” Darek said. “Look, the night before a play opens, the actors take a break. They relax and don't rehearse.”

“We're not actors,” Bobby said.

“But we are performers,” Darek shot back. “It's as much about the attitude as the playing. We should take a page from the actors. I don't think we should rehearse right before the gig. We should knock off, get some rest, relax, whatever, so we're fresh for tonight.”

Curt figured it couldn't hurt. Anything had to be better than what they'd been doing for the last two hours. He nodded slowly. “Okay, maybe you're right. Sounds like a plan to me.”

“Cool,” Austin said, almost visibly relaxing.

“Just one thing,” Curt added. “Austin, maybe you could gargle some lemon water or something. Bobby, see what can be done for your hand. Darek, get some sleep. We'll meet at the pier at seven to set up. Agreed?”

They all nodded. Curt put Lucille back in her case and started for the front door.

“And what are you going to be doing?” Bobby asked.

“Looking for a little inspiration,” Curt said.

The band's house was one block over and five houses up from the one he and Avery were staying at. As Curt trudged slowly back toward the house he thought about Avery. They hadn't seen each other much in the past two weeks. She'd been putting in long hours at the restaurant, and he had been rehearsing with the band. It wasn't that he didn't want to spend time with her, it was just difficult to find the time to spend. He knew she wanted to go to the amusement parks on the boardwalk, but he just really wasn't into that. Sooner or later he'd take her, though.

He was worried about the gig. The recent rehearsals had been disastrous. Maybe Darek was right, maybe they just needed to kick back and relax until seven. The house came into sight and he headed for it. Avery would be at work with Polly. The only one who might be home was April. Her job at the video store
came with crazy, random hours, usually in the evening. They'd talked several times about music since that first day when she'd played for him. He thought she was pretty cool, even if she was into that emo bleeding-heart music.

He entered the house and climbed the stairs. When he got to his and Avery's room, some impulse took hold and he headed past it and straight for April's door. He knocked and she opened it without even asking who was there.
Guess I'm the only person who visits her.

“Hey, come in,” she said, smiling. Today she was wearing a tight black T-shirt and tight jeans, which showed off the shapely figure she often hid under baggier clothes.

He forced himself to smile in return. “Still playing that emo junk?” he asked, kidding her.

She grinned and fired one back. “Still playing so loud that no one can hear what you're singing, or tell that you suck?”

“Fair enough,” he said. “Of course, you've never heard me play, so that's just a guess on your part. But it just so happens that we're playing a sunset concert tonight. You want to come?”

She glanced at him out of the corners of her eyes. “What would Avery say?”

“Why would she care? I'm just talking to a roommate and fellow musician. Besides, you should come, you might learn something.”

“And that would be that I was right all along and your band sucks?”

He actually laughed. “No, the band is good, especially if we're playing covers. It's our original songs that don't make it.”

“Really?” she said, sitting on her bed and wrapping her arms around her knees.

“Yeah,” he admitted, sitting down next to her. “We need better material, original stuff, to actually go anywhere. But the songs Bobby writes suck. Unfortunately, none of the rest of us writes any better.”

“Sing me one,” she urged.

“You serious?” he asked, gazing at her slowly, letting his eyes run briefly down her body.

“Of course, I am. Come on, I sang one of mine for you,” she said. “And like you just said, we're all musicians here.”

Curt nodded and picked up her old Yamaha acoustic. “Don't say I didn't warn you.”

He began to sing “Love in a Strange World.” He knew he had an okay voice and he played fine, but even he winced as he heard the words: “Love in a strange world, where I'm a boy and you're a girl. We buy a ticket for the lottery just like love we hope we'll soon see.”

“Stop!” April held up her hand. “Please, stop.” She picked up a pillow off her bed and buried her face in it.

“I told you,” he said, putting down her guitar. Her shoulders were shaking. “What is it?” he asked.

The only reply was the sound of muffled laughter. Impulsively, he lunged forward and ripped the pillow away. Lying on her side
on the bed, she looked up at him with eyes wide and dancing. Her lips were parted with laughter, and a strange sensation came over him.
What would it be like to kiss her?

April didn't think she'd be able to stop laughing. The song Curt had sung was awful. Absolutely terrible. When he snatched the pillow from her, though, she suddenly felt something completely different. She was no longer thinking about the song. Now she was staring up at his handsome face. His eyes were intense, and his lips were curled into an alluring smile. She reached up and pulled his lips down to hers.

He kissed her gently. First her lips, then her neck. When his lips returned to her lips, she parted them. Meanwhile his hand slid over her T-shirt, and April began to feel herself flood with desire. She kissed him harder and threw her arm around his neck. His left hand slid under her T-shirt, and she let the rough tips of his calloused fingers slip up her stomach. She arched her back, inviting him to undo her bra. He started to fumble with it, tugging, pulling . . .

Then yanking . . .

She started to giggle. Maybe it was nerves, but she just couldn't help herself.

“You think it's so funny? You do it,” he grumbled, and sat up.

She pulled her T-shirt down and stared at him. He might have been handsome and sexy, but he was seriously lacking a sense of humor. “Come on,” she said.

Now he got it, and sort of smirked. “Believe me, I've never
had that problem before. At least, not in a long time.”

“I believe you,” she said, feeling both disappointment and relief.
I'm not sure what it is, but there is definitely something between us,
she thought. But whatever it was had passed . . . for now.

“So if I agree to come tonight, do you promise to play some covers? And absolutely, under no circumstances, play the song you just sang?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbow.

“I swear that if you come hear the band tonight, I won't play that song. On the other hand,” he said, a mischievous twinkle returning to his eye, “if you don't come, I'll play it two doors down from you every night for the rest of the summer.”

“I cave!” she shrieked. “Anything but that!”

“So, it's a deal?” he asked.

“Deal,” she said, “now get out of here.”

He left, and she closed and locked the door behind him. Her heart was beating hard from the excitement she'd felt. She'd liked kissing him. Was that what she wanted? What about Avery? After a minute she sat down on her bed and pulled out her cell phone. She hadn't spoken to her mom in several days, and wanted to do it before she went out. “Hi, Mom?”

“April, honey, how are you?” her mom asked on the other end.

“Good, how are you?”

“Oh, fine. Just fine.”

April frowned.
Mom sounds really tired. I guess that's what
happens when you're working two jobs and caring for an elderly mother,
she thought. She felt a twinge of guilt
. I should be there, helping.

She swallowed hard. “Did Grandma give you the money I dropped by yesterday?”

“Yes, thank you so much.”

“So guess what?” April decided to cheer her up. “I'm going out tonight, to a concert. And I was looking for some advice on clothes.”

It seemed cheesy to be asking her mom for clothing advice, but if there was one thing her mom knew, it was guys. Her mom had never had a problem attracting men. Unfortunately, she did have problems keeping them from dying. After her father and a stepfather died, April had given up on thinking that any kind of relationship was permanent.

“Do you have a date?” her mom asked, excitement filling her voice.

“Well, maybe, I don't really know.” She thought about what had just happened with Curt, and his insistence that she go to the concert. “It's complicated.”

“It's always complicated, dear. But don't let that stop you from trying.”

“Thanks,” April said.

“So, how can I help?”

“You know that red coral necklace?”

“You want to wear it tonight? That's fine. Just come by and I'll give it to you.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

“And hon, one other thing? I know you love it, and it's you, but ditch the nose stud. Trust me on this one.”

April smiled.
Some things never change.
“Sure, Mom.”

Lucas turned the page of the thick old, dog-eared paperback. He had almost lost himself completely in the story when the bell on the surf shop door jingled. He stuck a flyer for the Stranger Than Fiction concert into the book to mark its place and then put it down on the counter.

He glanced up and watched in surprise as Sabrina entered the surf shop with two young boys. Sabrina was wearing the skimpiest bikini top—the sort of revealing scrap of clothing you could get away with at the beach, but was surprising to see around town. The boys couldn't have been much older than four and six, and immediately started running wild, touching everything they could get their hands on.

Sabrina did nothing to stop them. Instead, she gave Lucas a coy smile. “Hey, surfer boy.”

“Hey, Sabrina,” Lucas answered while keeping a wary eye on the two boys. “What's up?”

“Gotta buy the brats some body boards.”

The boys had already discovered the body boards and were falling all over themselves trying to pull them out of the racks.
Crash!
They knocked over a display stand nearby. Sabrina continued to ignore them and tried on a pair of sunglasses.

Lucas left the counter and moved toward the boys. By now they'd both taken hold of a bright green body board and were having a tug-of-war.

“I want this one!”

“No, I saw it first!”

“Okay, guys, let go,” Lucas said calmly. “Before you get boards you have to help clean up the mess you made.”

“I don't have to do nothing.” The older boy crossed his arms.

“Me neither.” His younger brother imitated him.

Lucas glanced at Sabrina, hoping she might lend a hand, but she was too busy looking at herself in the mirror.

Lucas sighed and took the bright green body board away. “I just remembered. This one isn't for sale.”

It only took a minute to find other body boards the right size for each of them. Lucas glanced carefully, though, at the four-year-old. “You sure you swim?” he asked.

“Like a fish,” Sabrina answered from the counter where she'd picked up the book Lucas had been reading. “
War and Peace
? Are you kidding me?” she asked. “Why are you reading that?”

Lucas's mind jumped into overdrive. “Uh, I lost a bet.”

“That's some bet,” she said, eyeing him curiously. “I'm surprised you could even get a copy of something like this around here.” She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Where'd you find it, anyway?”

“The used-book store,” Lucas answered, and busied himself
carrying the boys' boards to the register. He placed them on the counter and turned around to see that they had followed him every step of the way.