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“I think that was her boy band phase,” I replied. “And it wasn’t three months, it was more like half a year.”
“I feel like her accent got worse as the months went on,” said Warren. “Almost like she was doing it on purpose.”
“It wouldn’t surprise me,” smiled Adrian. “She always did love fucking with people.”
I screwed my ass into the soft leather of the Chevelle, tipping my head back to drink again. It was so good, being around them again in such a familiar place. In company that felt like family.
“What about the morning she ate all those Red Hots,” Warren called back. “And then she got so sick she puked all over the homeroom floor?”
Holy shit. I’d forgotten about that.
“And then the nurse freaked out and called an ambulance,” Luke grinned, “because they thought she was coughing up blood.”
“Yeah,” I laughed. “We probably should’ve stepped in and said something.”
“No way,” Luke jumped in. “It was much more fun watching her get taken away in the ambulance.”
It continued on like that, tale after tale, laugh after laugh. When all four of us put our stories together, it turned out Elizabeth had done some seriously fucked up and hilarious things.
“I’m gonna miss her,” I sniffed. “Even though we ended up drifting apart, just… you know. Knowing she’s not there anymore…”
“We know,” said Luke, draping an around me in the back seat. “We all know.”
I stiffened and looked up, just in time to catch Warren looking back at us in the rear-view mirror. I expected a frown. I expected him to whip around in his seat, maybe say something.
Instead I could’ve sworn he actually smiled.
What the—
“This is it, isn’t it?” asked Adrian from the front seat. “Shit. The place looks almost the same.”
The car rolled to a slow stop. When I looked out the window it took me a minute to realize where we were.
“Oh wow.”
The place was known as Tommy’s when we were young. I’d come here often while dating Warren, usually under the guise of bringing him lunch or dinner. In reality I just wanted to see him. There was something inherently hot about watching him slide out from under a car, all covered in grease and oil.
“What do you think?” he asked proudly.
I looked up at the sign, which was done in glowing neon. It looked vintage, even though I knew it was new.
“Rival Restorations?” I laughed. “Cute.”
“You know,” Luke said. “Because we—”
“Because you’re rivals,” I smirked back at him. “Yeah. I get it.”
Warren parked, and for a moment the only sound was the drumming of rain on the Chevelle’s roof. Eventually he popped the door.
“C’mon,” he said. “I think there’s still a twelve-pack in the mini-fridge.”
Luke winced. “Might be a nine-pack now, bro.”
“Really?” Warren scowled. “You fucker.”
“I got thirsty,” Luke laughed. “Sue me.”
“You handle the finances,” said Warren. “You don’t actually fix or restore anything, how the hell can you be thirsty?”
