Huxley lunges like he's going to go after him again and I step closer putting myself in the middle of the action. "Huxley, stop."For the first time since he ran over here a few minutes ago, he turns, and his eyes semi-focus as if he's just noticed I'm here.He shakes his head and in the few fractions of a second that pass the other man slinks around the dumpsters and runs off into a small section of woods that borders the apartment buildings."You need to get inside." The apartment complexes are mostly deserted this time of day, but who knows who saw what. It would take one person to call the police before Huxley would have a lot of explaining to do.With my back turned to him, I walk to my apartment as quickly as possible. He's right behind me as I get the door unlocked and I wait to talk until its closed."What were you thinking?" I say trying not to yell too loudly. The apartment walls are insulated, but you can hear your neighbors. This is a conversation I don't want Mrs
"Why do you rent from Pierce if you hate him so much?" This is the question I often levy at Katy, but she never has an answer. Well she does, but it's always something about being able to live close to the water and how can she rent from anyone besides Pierce."Where else can I live? I can't leave now. I've grown attached to the place." Her expected answer."And why are you staging a protest for a building that's already been destroyed?" I look down at my empty piece of white poster board, drawing a blank on exactly what I'm supposed to write. There's no helpful cheat sheet like in high school where you can easily find a cute little poem to write based on a rhyme around a player's last name."It was Pearl's idea. She heard after the building is down they plan to put in a mega tall skyscraper. Like ten stories."I nod my head like I completely agree with how horrible this will be, but Katy forgot one important detail. I've been living in Vegas. Ten stories is nothing. Our Rite A
Katy smiles, glad they got it together and lifts the microphone again. "Get those poster boards up, people. Let the town hear what's happening.""Is she always so..." Huxley's question trails off as he considers the right word to describe my best friend."Passionate?" I supply for him.He nods. The crowd walks up and down the sidewalk, their signs high in the air. Huxley falls behind me, his arms wrapping around the middle of my stomach making it so I can't breathe out for fear he'll notice how large my gut is when I'm not sucking it in and standing with my back straight."She gets more extreme in her old age." It also doesn't help that Pearl is great at riling everyone. There's something disarming about the pleasant woman who calls herself a hippie. Until she starts talking about nuclear war and the drug trade, and then you're left with a few more questions.The group chants go on for a few more minutes until a loud bang echoes from the walk to Pierce's house. The man himsel
What does he mean, "He'll handle it?" The last time Huxley handled something he ended up in a fist fight next to a dumpster.My apartment complex isn't far and I park in a spot next to the front door within five minutes. The drive here was white knuckled as I gripped the steering wheel with all my might driving twenty-five miles an hour. Here's another situation where Huxley plans to jump out and leap into danger. I was stupid to think he saw my point in our argument the other day.The car shuts off and I pull the key from the ignition, my hand braced on the door waiting to get out but not sure what I should do.Huxley's attention is on the side mirror as he watches the other car pull into the lot and park a few spaces further away. "Get out of the car and walk up to the apartment like everything is fine."Get out of the car? Has he lost his mind? Everything is not fine. I'm stressed and I can't decide if it's because he's stupid or I'm scared. Huxley opens his door and nods hi
"When is the last time you were in Bangor?" Huxley asks, turning off the expressway.When we woke up this morning, and he said he had a surprise for me, I won't lie I worried. So far, surprises from Huxley have included walking into precarious situations or waving fake guns at people who broke into my apartment. I wasn't quite sure I could handle another Huxley surprise.After a quick shower he hustled me into the car and we took off on the freeway. It wasn't until we started driving inland and I noticed the signs for Bangor I realize we had to be going to the famous town. There's not a lot of places in Maine to visit."Um..." I think very hard on how to answer his question. "In high school. I distinctly remember Katy and I getting in the car and coming to shop on more than one occasion.""You drove all the way to Bangor to shop?" Huxley asks, checking my answer from the corner of his eye.I give a halfhearted shrug. "They have a real mall." A real mall. Not the outside open-
Huxley parks the car and I jump out, super excited to see the tall ax-wielding man. The town keeps him up so that he always looks in pristine condition. His big thick brown beard is the same tone as his leather boots. With an ax over one shoulder he smiles out into the abyss. Perfect Paul."Come on," I say pulling on Huxley's hand as he's much slower to get out of the automobile. "We have to get a picture."I yank him all the way to the base of statue block, a large square of stone. Thankfully there's no one else around this time — sometimes Paul has a line — and we're able to go right to the front. Stopping between the two flower pots with bushy plants, we stand side by side and smile as I use my camera to take the weirdly angled selfie making sure to get Paul's face in the shot as well."Isn't it awesome?" I ask as we step away and I check the quick pictures I snapped.Huxley looks back at the towering man. "He's something all right."I slap him gently on the arm. "You out-
I've been high on the aphrodisiac that is Huxley all day. This afternoon we did our relationship dance, where each of us toyed with the idea of becoming more but pulled back at the last moment. Tonight, working in the club, our dance has been different.Noah set up strobe lights on the stage today to make a dizzying effect for the hard rock bands playing. The lights flicker and the music pounds in my soul. Huxley's body moved stiffly at first, not ready to give in to the beat, but now an hour later our bodies flow together to the music as his hands explore a small section of exposed skin at the top of my pants. I raise my hands and wrap around his neck backward."I hate that you do this for a living," he shouts in my ear to be heard over the music.I push my butt into his groin. "It sure doesn't feel like it."A tall guy with a thick bushy dark beard who reminds me of the Paul Bunyan statue we saw earlier today steps into the small bubble of space Huxley and I share. He moves h
"That was a good sermon." Huxley grabs my hand as we walk out of the tiny church with white flaking paint bordering the edge of the woods in Pelican Bay.I nod with a smile. "It was." The pastor talked about commitments and how we all take leaps of faith. I'm almost positive he didn't direct it at me, but it felt like he did. I've been nagging myself with this decision over the last two days, but the answer is out there.I need to take a leap of faith in Huxley. No more going back on my decision. He is it for me and there's no room to waffle any longer.Friday night at the club we faced one another on the dance floor as the music lowered. The strobe lights reflected off Huxley's face, and he told me to say the words.And I did. Using confidence I haven't quite found since, I stared into his eyes and said, "Stay with me."His smile grew, and he leaned forward placing a soft kiss against my lips. "Okay."And then... Nothing.We danced the rest of the night, I broke up an ar