BUSTED by Greta Rose West

Author:Greta Rose West [West, Greta Rose]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Punk Rose Press

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Luuk

KC climbed into my truck next to Phil, and we brought her back to my house.

I wondered what he would say to his brothers, what excuse he would give to explain why he’d been with me when Phil called, but he didn’t say a word, and they hadn’t asked.

He had surprised me. I expected him to push me away again, but maybe he’d just been too distracted. Too sad. He rode back to my house in silence while she and I talked. She asked questions about Ma, but KC wasn’t talking, and I didn’t know the answers. I didn’t think he heard anything she said.

“Have you boys talked about when the service might be?” she asked him. “Kevin?”

“Hm?”

“The funeral?”

“Oh, uh, I dunno. We haven’t— I haven’t—”

“Phil, what shows do you like?” I asked, trying to distract her.

“What?”

“What television shows do you like to watch? You said you need a TV.”

“Oh, well, there’s a few. I like America’s Got Talent and The Bachelor. And, well, do you promise not to laugh?”

“Absolutely not,” I said and laughed. If The Bachelor wasn’t embarrassing to Phil, I was really curious to know what show she would be embarrassed of. KC looked behind Phil’s head, and our eyes met as I peeked over at him for the millionth time, and he smiled, thanking me for distracting Phil.

Such a sad smile. The last hours had been so crazy, and he’d been forced out of his head for a moment. But now, he’d fallen back in. Back in the pain and sorrow. The grief.

Thinking about how I’d felt when my parents died, I remembered feeling relieved when I could escape the pain for a short time, but I also remembered missing it. The loss was a devastating feeling, but when I was without it, it felt wrong. I felt empty.

I wanted to reach over to grab his hand. But I couldn’t. If we’d been alone, I would have tried, but we weren’t alone, and I was certain he wasn’t ready to announce to anyone that we were… whatever we were.

Had tonight been all about Ma? About his grief? Was that all it had been? I wanted to be more to him. I knew it was a bad idea. Every thought I’d ever had about KC had been a bad idea.

But I continued to think them.

“Okay, fine, I’ll tell you. I absolutely have to watch—I mean, I’ll cry if I miss it,” Phil looked up at me, and I waited with bated breath, “Dr. Pimple Popper.”

“I don’t know what this means.” There was a doctor to pop pimples? Was that a thing existing in actual reality? “Is it some kind of dermatologist?”

“You’ve never seen Dr. Pimple Popper? Oh, Doc, you’re gonna love it. It’s disturbin’ and disgustingly addictive.”

“I will take your word for it, Phil. I don’t think I want to watch someone pooping pimples,” I said. Then under my breath, I mumbled, “Ik denk dat je gek bent geworden.”

“What? Did you just call me a garden worm?”

A laugh escaped KC’s mouth.

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