Finding Chase (Chasing Nikki) (4 page)

“I know, but having all of you avoid the subject has left me alone in a really dark place. I’m not doing very well by myself.”

“What can I do?” she asked, concerned. “We all love you—you know that—we’d do anything to help you through this.”

“Talk to me like you used too. No more walking around on egg shells. I hate when we are having a good time together and someone brings up Nikki, and it gets quiet, and everyone looks at me. I want things to be normal—like they were before she died. We used to joke around and razz each other about everything. Quit treating me like I’m so fragile I’m gonna break.”

“We did think you were going to break for a while. It was scary.”

I glanced over. “What do you mean?”

“We thought you were suicidal. Brett and I were worried you might do something to hurt yourself.” She paused and waited. When I didn’t reply, she continued. “Were we right? Did you want to die?”

I snorted. “Every single day. I’d even started planning how I’d do it.”

She closed her eyes, as if what I was telling her was too painful to hear. “Why didn’t you?”

“Her mom let me read her journal. There was a letter to me in there. She went on and on about how much she loved me, how I was amazing and wonderful.” I recalled her words perfectly—I’d reread them so many times. “She told me to never give up—she was proud of me and my accomplishments. After that, I felt like I would be letting her down—if I kill myself, I’m not the guy she thought I was. Maybe it’s silly, but I don’t want to disappoint her anymore than I have.”

“It’s not silly, and I think she must be proud of you.”

I sighed, scanning the view in front of us before gazing up at the sky for a moment. “You think she’s still out there somewhere?”

“I do, and she’s probably watching over you every second. She loved you a lot.”

The emotion was getting too thick again, and I could feel the panic starting to rise. “Tell me something happy about her,” I pleaded. I needed to change the solemn mood.

“Ok. Let me think.” She leaned against the headrest. “From any time?”

“Sure.” I just wanted her to talk.

“Well, Tana has known her longer, of course, so they’ve always been the best of best friends. They adopted me later on when I moved to Silver Creek in middle school. Tana didn’t really care for me at first, because one of the boys she liked started paying attention to me. She was determined to give me the cold shoulder, but Nikki kept inviting me to do stuff with them. It was a little awkward at first, but eventually Tana warmed up.”

“Did you steal her guy?” I asked with a snicker.

“Yes, I did, but it didn’t matter because soon she only had eyes for Brett. Did you know they were a couple back then too?”

“Yeah, he told me. Nikki and I conspired to set them up again.” Thinking about it made me smile.

“It doesn’t surprise me. Nikki was probably one of the most incurable romantics I know.” She laughed. “She always wanted her white knight to come in and sweep her off her feet.”

I grimaced. “And she got me instead.”

She punched me in the shoulder. “Whatever! You were totally her white knight.”

I scoffed, sending her an offended look. “Are you saying I can’t tan? I totally can. Look at these arms—brown.”

She giggled. “You know what I mean. You were perfect for her. Besides, I don’t think farmer tans count as real tans.”

“Oh, I’m officially wounded! You did not just say I have a farmer tan!”

“If the shoe fits . . . ,” she trailed off, clearly challenging me.

I lifted the hem of my shirt, displaying my brown stomach, making sure I flexed too, so she could clearly see my abs. “This is
not
a farmer tan.”

Her eyes widened, and she stared for a second before looking quickly away. “Impressive,” she said, her face flushing with color. “Put your shirt down, Walker. There’s no need for nudity to prove your point.”

I dropped it back in place. There was suddenly a weird tension, and I wasn’t entirely sure I liked it. I cleared my throat. “So you admit you’re wrong?” I asked, trying to move past the awkwardness.

Her face colored again, and she turned her head farther away, staring through the window at the scenery. “Yes,” she said quietly. “You look very nice.”

“Nice.” I cringed. “That word has to be like the kiss of death or something. It’s been my experience, whenever girls use
nice
, it’s not a good thing.”

She locked eyes with me and slapped her hands to her cheeks. “Oh my gosh, Chase! You have the most amazing tan I’ve ever seen!” she exclaimed, before dropping them into her lap again. “There. Is that better?” she added in a totally normal voice.

I laughed loud. “Much better. Thank you.”

She shook her head. “You’re such a nerd.”

“But you love me!” I said, reaching to grab her knee playfully.

“I do.” She smiled, covering my hand with hers and squeezing. “I like hearing you laugh. I’ve missed it.”

Her comment gave me pause, and I couldn’t recall feeling this content for several months. I was glad she’d ridden with me today.

I grasped her hand tighter before releasing it and retuning mine to the wheel. “Thanks for talking to me, Britt. It’s really helped. I know you’ll be spending a lot of time with the blind and dumb . . .” I laughed when she gave me a puzzled look, “I mean Matt . . . when we get to Tempe, but don’t be a stranger, okay? I like having you around. I wish everyone was super chill like you.”

She smiled. “I’m cool like that, and since we’re living right next door to each other, I’m sure we’ll still see each other plenty. I’ll probably be over often to drag Tana off Brett. She may need constant reminding which house is hers.”

“Or vice versa,” I added with a chuckle.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad they’re into each other, but there have been a few times I could’ve used some bleach for my eyes.”

“So you don’t care for public displays of affection?” I asked, knowing exactly what she was referring to, since I’d witnessed them together many times.

She shrugged. “Normally it doesn’t bother me, but he’s my brother . . . ick.”

“Why don’t you return the favor then? Make out with Matt in front of them.”

“That’s okay . . . really.” She gave a half laugh as she pondered it over. “It would serve them right, but Matt definitely isn’t the P.D.A. type.”

“Totally reaffirms my opinion that he’s a loser,” I replied. “Why make your girl wait for some affection? Why make yourself wait? Stupid. Just do it. If people don’t like it, they don’t have to look.”

“That’s one thing I’ve always really liked about you.”

“What?” I asked, confused. “That I’ll make out in public?”

“No, that you’ll do whatever you want to do without caring what other people will think about it. It’s a rare quality. So many of us allow ourselves to be dictated by fear of someone else’s opinion.”

I shrugged. “I think it’s my life—I ought to be the one who lives it.” She was wrong, though. I might do whatever I wanted, but it didn’t mean I was completely fearless. There were lots of things that made me feel nervous or insecure. I tried not to let those things show or get in my way too often.

“Well, I agree, and I like it.”

“Glad I have your approval.”

“You do.” She patted my arm briefly. “You’re a good duck.”

Ducks.
Instantly, I was in Nikki’s bathroom once again, watching her brush her teeth while I teased her about the rubber ducks in the tub.

I tried not to sigh. Everything reminded me of Nikki.

Chapter Five

Two days later, I glanced around my room with satisfaction, staring at Nikki's picture placed in its new home next to Turk. Other than a couple boxes of odds and ends, I was pretty much unpacked.

The apartment didn't resemble the typical bachelor pad, thanks to my mom giving me all her furniture since Greg’s house was fully furnished. I doubted many college coeds could boast of massive overstuffed leather couches complete with a coffee table, end tables, lamps, rug and a matching entertainment center with big screen TV and state of the art surround sound. If it weren't for the fact the pictures on the walls consisted of sports or band posters stuck up with tacks and tape, it would've looked like we had a designer come in. Mom had set us up with our entire kitchen and dining supplies too.

I chuckled as I remembered her words.

“There will be no traditional college wooden spool tables or shelves made out of crates for my son.”

“But mom,” I'd replied with a grin. “That's half the fun, scavenging for useful things. You're robbing me of my college experience.”

“Trust me, Chase. Scavenging sucks. Plus, you never know where those things have been. You can't possibly properly sterilize them, either. It's gross.”

“True, but if we have a wild party, all this nice furniture could get ruined. If I have crappy stuff to start with, then it won't matter if it gets busted.”

“Precisely, which is why you won't be having any wild parties. This is part of your inheritance—I won't be buying you more later on. So unless you want destroyed furniture, I suggest you take care of it.”

I laughed. “Is this your way of trying to ensure I behave while I'm gone?”

She snorted. “You, behave? Is that even a possibility?”

“Remember, I’m reformed now.”

“You might be, but that doesn’t mean the rest of the college is.”

I hugged her tightly. “You know I'll take care of it because Dad bought most of it. As for the rest, I give no guarantees.”

“I guess I'll have to settle for that," she grumbled, hugging me back. "But at least promise me you'll be careful. It's going to be hard for me without you around.”

Things had grown serious then. “I'll miss you too . . . a lot.”

I grabbed my keys off the dresser and left my apartment, almost bumping straight into Brittney as she left hers. She was dressed in a tiny, blue bikini top, cut off shorts, and flip-flops. I couldn’t help letting my gaze wander over her fabulous figure.

“Wow! You’re looking pretty good today.” I chuckled. I wasn’t used to seeing her quite this stripped down. “Where you headed?”

She smiled. “To my new job.”

“Dressed like that?” I clasped my hands together. “Please tell me you got a job at Hooters! I swear I’ll come eat there every day to support you.”

“No.” She laughed, shaking her head. “I’m working as a waitress for a restaurant called Poppy’s Grill. He has a niece who has cancer. They’re doing a fundraiser carwash today to help with medical expenses. I’m going there. You should bring your pickup, and get it washed.”

“I’d be happy to,” I replied, thinking of Nikki’s dad who’d also died of cancer. It was a devastating disease. “Where’s this place?”

She dug into her purse and pulled out a business card. “The address is on here. You and Brett should try the restaurant too. Tana and I ate there the other night when I applied. It’s really good.”

“Sounds awesome. I’ll definitely come by after I’m done with weights this morning.”

“Okay, see you later then.” She started to walk away, and I stared after her.

“If you have a break maybe you can eat with me,” I called out, spur of the moment.

She turned and grinned while walking backward. “If I’m not too wet and dirty, I’d like that.” She continued on her way, and I stood there appreciating the view from the backside as well.

I’d always thought she was smokin’ hot, but gradually she’d become more like a sister, especially as my relationship developed with Nikki. But seeing her like this today reminded me she wasn’t my sister in any capacity. It kind of scared me to feel such a sharp flicker of interest. I thought that part of me had long been dead and buried.

Sighing, I rubbed a hand over my face. There was no way I could think of a relationship with Brittney. Besides the fact I was done with putting my heart through the ringer, she wasn’t available, and even if she was, there was no way I was willing to risk our friendship. She was too important to me. If things went badly, I’d lose all of that.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out.Dude, where R U? the text from Brett read.

Leaving the house.

Ok. Wanted 2 make sure U were up. Tana dropped me off here after breakfast with her mom & dad, so she has her car now. Britt is using mine 4 the day.

Figured as much. Just saw her leaving with it. On my way. See U in a few.

I pulled into the long line of waiting vehicles. Brett and I got out, handing the keys and a wad of cash to a soaking wet girl who was standing there with a clipboard.

“Looks like we’ll be waiting here for a while,” Brett said. “Shall we try the food?”

“Sure,” I replied absently as I scanned the busy parking lot looking for Brittney. I found her working hard on a sleek new Mustang while some guy leaned against it ogling the view. I figured he was probably the owner of the car, but it still irritated me for some reason. “There’s Britt.” I gave Brett a nudge and nodded in her direction. “Let’s go talk to her.”

“Hey hottie,” I said, grabbing her around the waist as she leaned over a bucket of soapy water. She squealed before I set her back on her feet.

“Chase!” She slapped me on the shoulder with her wet sponge, soaking my shirtsleeve. “You scared me to death!”

I laughed. “And now you got me all wet. I should dump this bucket over your head.”

“Don’t you dare!” She backed away. “Besides, it serves you right for scaring me like that.”

“I won’t.” I grinned, noticing the guy was frowning at me. “Can you take a break, and come eat with us? Tana will be bringing her car any minute too.”

“Yeah, they’re rotating us in and out. I need to go check and see if it’s okay if I do it now, though.”

“Um, can someone finish washing my car at least? I paid good money for this,” the man said, appearing irritated.

“Oh, I’d never leave without finishing, sir. Sorry,” Brittney quickly spoke up.

I grabbed her sponge. “You go talk to your manager about lunch. I’ll take care of it.” I dipped it into the bucket, knelt down and started working. Brett grabbed another one and joined me.