Page 4 of Our Moon
“Was I friends with Evie?” I ask. I don’t recall the name being connected with any pictures in the albums they had shared. But they may have mentioned it once or twice. I am experiencing information overload no matter how simply they convey information to me. But at least I’m not overwhelmed or anxious. Just processing. Always processing.
“No, you’ve never met her. She and Joey met at one of the stops on the tour and have been inseparable ever since,” Trevor answers.
“Crazy ass shit,” Alex shakes his head in mock disgust. “That girl’s a firecracker though, a lot like you actually.”
“Yeah, you two will probably get along great,” Trevor agrees. “Which will be good for both of you since neither of you really know anyone around here.” He winces, “Sorry. That was a little callous.”
I shake my head. “No, it wasn’t; it’s the truth. I don’t really know anyone, not yet anyway. It’ll be nice to make a new girlfriend since apparently my old one has disappeared. Lucy,” I add when he tilts his head in question. He nods in response, looking sad for me.
Alex walks over to the bedroom door and stops beside Trevor. “Enough of this heavy shit. I’m going to put my shorts on and get in the pool.”
“We have a pool?” I ask, my eyes wide. I’m not really sure why this excites me so much.
“Yep, it used to be your favorite place.” Well, maybe that explains it.
I look at Trevor, worrying my lower lip between my teeth. “I don’t know if I can swim.”
Alex lets out a great big laugh and clutches his stomach. “You were an award-winning swimmer! Of course you can swim.”
“But what if I don’t remember how?” I cringe as I hear my own whine. But I’m seriously nervous about getting in the pool. I want to, so badly, but is swimming just like riding a bike? You never forget? Or will I get in the water and sink like a lead weight?
“Only one way to find out,” Trevor smiles. “Check your dresser drawers, one is bound to be full of swimsuits.”
Trevor spins around and closes my bedroom door behind him. I turn and look around the room slowly, taking everything in a second time. I like the room, the colors and the furniture. I can see myself being comfortable here. It’s all still a bit overwhelming, but at least I have a sense of comfort. That’s got to be important. Dr. Moody did tell me to trust my gut.
I walk over to the narrow dresser and open up the top drawer. Bingo, full of swimsuits. He wasn’t kidding, I must have been a fish in my previous life. I dig through and pull out the most modest one I can find, a black tankini suit. The color is going to completely drown out my pale skin, but whatever. It’s not like I need to dress to impress my brothers.
Little did I know…
Chapter Three
Less than fifteen minutes later, I’m floating on an inner tube in the large, kidney shaped pool, centrally placed in an enormous backyard, while Alex shoots a small basketball into a poolside net. Trevor stands at the impressively large, stone-surrounded grill, another small sign that men inhabit this place, prepping it in some guy way so he can make us some steaks for dinner.
“So what’s your band’s name again?” I absently ask Alex. I know they have mentioned the name in passing, but I can’t remember what it is.
“JACT,” Alex says as he slam dunks the basketball.
“Jacked? As in ‘hijack’ or ‘carjack’?” I lift an eyebrow at him.
He smiles, “Think we’re criminals, sis? Why can’t it mean that we’re all ‘jacked up’?”
I roll my eyes. “Whatever. Will you just tell me why you named your band that?”
“Well, for one thing, it’s not ‘jacked,’ J-A-C-K-E-D; it’s JACT,” he says sounding out the T. “J-A-C-T.”
I sigh, sometimes getting information out of Alex is like pulling teeth. “That doesn’t really explain anything.”
“It’s our initials,” Trevor calls out, putting an end to my misery.
I think about it. J-Joey, A-Alex, C-Chase, T-Trevor. Makes sense. “That’s actually kind of clever,” I finally say, nodding.
Trevor laughs, “Youwould think so.”
“What’s that mean?” I ask.
“You came up with it,” Alex says from behind me.
Huh. Well, how do you like that? “And you guys just accepted it?”
