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How the fuck do I tell her Rex already tried to reach out?
“It’s C. I know she’ll be fine.” I pat my sister’s knuckles to reassure her but turn my body so that I can open my phone without her reading over my shoulder.
Opening the two-month-old text thread, I scan for Cedar’s name and see nothing mentioning her.
He doesn’t know her name, dummy.
Or did they talk enough that he’s now going to press charges?
She threw shit at him!
Dammit, Cedar!
I shake my head at myself and start at the beginning to read the messages all the way through.
SexyMane: Tonight has been fucking insane, like most nights for me, but for some reason, this one is even worse than normal. I know you ignored my last texts, and I don’t blame you, but I think I have some shit I should have said long ago that I need you to know.
Last texts?
I scroll back up, but only see the things we sent weeks ago. Nothing new. Nothing missed or ignored.
I dismiss the comment and keep reading.
SexyMane: Most nights are crazy for me. My life is mostly made up of stupid shit, bad decisions, and traveling and living in a bus.
My brow furrows deeper the more I read, some things just not adding up.
SexyMane: I mean … someone called me out on my shit tonight and it really put some things in perspective. Nothing I didn’t already know deep down. I just don’t think I was ready to accept it.
SexyMane: I’d love to see you again. That’s what I’m really trying to say with all this. And that it’s been a weird fucking night that I just don’t want to share with anyone else.
He’s not wrong about how fucking off this entire night-turned-morning has been, and 5 a.m. is a weird time to text someone unless you’re only looking for the next few hours of your time to be filled.
To be filled …
I snicker at my own innuendo but hide my face when Aurora looks over to me.
SexyMane: I know it’s cliche as fuck to tell you all this now, but it’s the truth.
SexyMane: I understand if you never respond, too. That’s ok.
Our cab jerks to a stop, the driver yelling shit in another language as people mill about outside the car. He inches us forward a little more but then slams the car into park.
“Close now.” He points to the tall building standing over the giant gathering. “No closer.” I nod, seeing the people taking over the street and sidewalk around the building, throw some cash on the front seat, and dive out of the back. My sister follows suit, her hand clasping mine to prevent getting lost as I wonder how in the fuck we’re going to make it past all these bodies.
Packed in, dripping with bad news, people surround the arcade like a messiah resides inside and all they need for redemption is to just wait for the blessing to come.
A mere sighting of the all-great one will do.
“Oh, C’mon!” Aurora tries her best to push us closer to the arcade, but it’s not working. As Above band tees float allaround us. Some dance, some hop in place and play music from speakers. Others smoke or make out.
Some might be secretly making sacrifices around the barrel that’s been set alight.
All fans trying their best to get a glimpse of a rock star so they can go back to their lives tomorrow and know they were close to someone famous.
Something to talk about.
To gloat about.
