Stealing Air (13 page)

“I called in a lot of bets and used savings from my birthday and stuff.” Alex shrugged. “My point is, guys, now we can have a radio on the ground with Max and another up in the flyer. When the flyer is finally airborne, Max will be able to direct us around for all the cameras and stuff.”

“If we can get this thing to fly,” Max said.

Alex put his arm around Max's shoulders. “Of course we can get it to fly! I just spent two hundred bucks on radio equipment that says we can fly. You guys each take a radio home. Test them out. You'll love them. Now all we have to do is rework the engine. And we already have it all taken apart to do that.”

Listening to him, Brian started to believe in the flyer again too. They had been close, after all. The first takeoff was almost a success, and the balloon plan might have worked if they had been able to have a controlled release.

“Come on, Max,” Alex said. “You're a genius. I know you got some magic left in you to fix up this engine.”

Max looked doubtful. “I suppose I could —”

“Yes! We're back in business,” Alex said. “And you know what else the flyer needs? A name. A good name this time.”

“How about Kendra?” Brian said. “You said it has to be a girl's name.”

Alex rubbed his knuckles on his chin. “Tempting, but I was thinking —” He slapped his hands down on the center table. “Guys! Seriously! Why do we always have to play this Stone Age music?” He pulled his own iPod from his bag and went toward the speakers.

Max shook his head. “Just leave it! We always listen to what you want to hear. We do whatever you want to, just because you think you know what's cool. What makes your stuff so great? So superior? Just because it came out in the last two weeks! And what will happen two weeks from now?” Alex opened his mouth to speak, but Max held his hand up. “I'll tell you! In two weeks the song you're about to play right now will be old and everyone will say it's crap. Why? Because it really is crap!”

Nobody moved for a moment. Brian caught Alex's glance. Alex put his iPod down. “Wow. Dude, chill. It's okay. We can listen to —”

“He's right,” Brian said.

In the silence, the song on the
White Album
changed to “Blackbird.”

“I know you guys are upset about whatever Frankie did tonight, but don't take it out on me. What did I —”

“This is it!” Brian said.

“What is?” Alex asked.

Brian smiled. “Oh, it's perfect. ‘Blackbird.'” He restarted the song so they could listen to the words.

Brian looked at Alex. “You said the flyer needs a new name. It's right in this song. All that stuff about waiting for this moment. About being free. About flying! Don't you see?”

“About fixing broken wings.” Max took off his glasses and chewed on the earpiece.

Brian nodded. “We'll call her
Blackbird
.”

Alex patted the wing. “There's nothing black about it. It's bright white.”

“I believe that's what they call irony,” Max said.

“And the song is on the White
Album
, get it?” Brian said.

“No,” Alex said. “I don't get it.”

“Who votes to call her
Blackbird
?” Brian said. He raised his hand. Max raised his too.

Alex shrugged. “Okay. You win.
Blackbird
it is. It'll fly soon enough.”

They worked for a long time that night, listening to some more Beatles for Brian, and even some Weird Al after Max asked for it. They drank soda until the twenty-four pack was nearly empty. By the time they were done, the engine was perfectly clean and reassembled.

“Well,” Max said. “
Blackbird
is restored. It's ready for another trial run.”

Brian thought late into the night. Ever since Frankie had messed up Brian's first day on the half-pipe here in Riverside, he had been trying to fly, but crashing. With the flyer, with the guys at school, or with Wendy, as soon as things were looking up, everything went right back down. Grandpa's advice to fight Frankie had resulted not only in Brian breaking his promise to Wendy, but also a complete disaster. Now Brian, like
Blackbird
, needed a new plan.

The next morning at school, he stowed his things in his locker and went into homeroom. Wendy sat at her desk, with Abbie, Jess, Heather, and Rowena circled around her as usual. Brian sighed. Maybe he could talk to Wendy later. He started down the row to his desk, but he stopped when he heard Frankie's loud voice from out in the hallway.

No. He had to do this before he chickened out.

He put his books down on his desk and turned around. Maybe talking to a girl was a lot like flying a plane. The toughest part was getting started in the first place. And there was only one way to take off successfully. Fast.

Brian marched right up to the Wolf Pack. “Wendy Heller.”

Heather leaned in to whisper something in Jess's ear. They both giggled.

“Hey, Brian,” Wendy said.

“Let's talk,” Brian said. “Maybe in the hallway?”

Wendy stood up. “Sure.” People in the room went “oooh” or made kissing noises as he led her to the hallway, checking first to make sure Frankie had moved on.

“What's up?” she said when they were outside the classroom door.

Brian's hands were damp and his heartbeat heavy. He faced this most beautiful girl. “Yesterday you asked if we should … er … if it would be cool if … you know.” He stopped and took a breath. Captain Kirk was never nervous around the ladies on
Star Trek
. He put on his best Captain Kirk smile. “Would you like to meet me at the skate park after school?”

“Really?”

Brian nodded. “Really. It'll be fun. I'll teach you some moves.”

Wendy dropped her gaze to the floor. “No, Brian. I don't think so.”

He instantly wanted to run all the way home — his old home in Seattle. “Oh,” he said. “Sure. I get it. No problem. I just thought —”

“Because
I'm
the one who's going to teach
you
tricks.” Wendy's grin was big and beautiful. She laughed a little. “Got you! The skate park at four thirty, then.” She did the whole teeny-tiny wave thing and spun around to go back into the room.

Brian found it difficult to focus on his schoolwork that morning. He couldn't stop thinking about his upcoming time with Wendy. During group work in language arts, Alex had to tell him to stop smiling so much.

He was feeling so good that by lunchtime, he figured he'd try to sit at the cool table again. When they were dismissed for lunch, Max started to ask Brian if he wanted to eat with him, but Brian pretended he hadn't heard. He didn't stall with Ms. Gilbert as he often did, but darted out of his seat and slipped around two people in his own row to get out the door first. In the cafeteria, he was near the front of the line for a change, and he took his tray with chicken nuggets, green beans, a stale cookie, and milk straight to the table where Alex, Red, David, and the other cool guys usually sat. He sat down, trying to act natural, like this was no big deal.

Red and David took seats across from him. Red looked at Brian for a moment and then opened his mouth and let out a long rippling belch. Brian and David laughed.

“That's how he says hello,” said David.

Alex slid onto the bench next to Brian. “I heard that burp, dude,” he said to Red. “That was a long one.” Timmy Hale and Kevin Stein from the other sixth grade class joined them. Dakota Smith and Travis Jacobs were next.

The table was full, and no Frankie.

“Yeah? You think that's a long belch?” Red pointed at Alex with one of his chicken nuggets. “When my dad was in the Air Force —”

“Was that before he worked for the CIA?” David asked.

“And before he worked for the county like he does now?” said Kevin.

If Red picked up on the disbelief, he didn't act like it. “Yeah, before he worked for the county. Anyway, when he was a fighter pilot in the Air Force, he used to get this special soda that they only give to pilots. You know, scientific stuff that helps keep them awake on long flights. Well, I drank, like, a whole can of it in about thirty seconds, even though the warning label said not to drink it that fast. I let out this one burp and it lasted over two minutes straight.” Red looked around the table. “I'm serious. I almost passed out.”

“Red said!” David shouted. Everybody burst out laughing. Some milk shot out of Timmy's nose.

“Red said!” Alex yelled.

“Reeeeeed said!” Travis joined them.

Brian couldn't resist. “Red said!”

Red finally put the chicken nugget in his mouth. He talked while chewing. “Why don you guysh ever belee me?”

“Better question,” a voice said right behind Brian. “What is this loser doing in my seat?”

Brian sat up straight. How did this guy always manage to sneak up and ruin everybody's good time?

Frankie tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey. You're in my seat.”

Everybody at the table went quiet. Brian looked around for any adults. Mrs. Valentine had been on lunch-monitor duty, but she must have stepped out, and the lunch ladies were busy.

“So are you gonna get up and go sit with that dork Mad Max,” Frankie said, “or am I going to have to force you to move?”

“What difference does it make?” Brian couldn't make himself face Frankie, but he could still talk to him. “It's just a seat.”

Frankie didn't say anything for a minute. Alex, Red, David, and the others kept their eyes locked on their trays. “Come on, guys. I been sitting here all year. You can't just let this freak take my place,” Frankie said. Nobody said a word. “Come on, Red. Tell him to move.”

“Well, I don't know …” Red said.

“Alex,” said Frankie. “Buddy. We go way back. We used to build snow forts together on the playground during kindergarten recess. Now you're letting this guy sit in my seat? You're not actually friends with this idiot, are you?”

“What?” Alex said. “I, uh …”

Brian felt something cold and wet on the back of his neck. He reached back and touched it, then looked at his fingers. They were dark red and dripping.

“What difference does it make?” Frankie said. “It's just barbecue sauce. Alex, check it out, the dork looks like he was shot in the back of the head. He's got barbecue-sauce blood oozing down his neck.”

Alex actually made a little half laugh sound, but a couple of the other guys at the table shook their heads.

“See you around, Brian.” Frankie stormed off. When Brian dared to look, he spotted Frankie sitting at a table with B.A. Pineeda, Chris Miller, and Jason Cooper.

Brian felt the barbecue sauce running down inside his shirt. He looked at Alex. Frankie had put him on the spot, and he had just stammered around, as helpless as Brian had been all the times before. Brian had thought Alex was so cool, that he always knew how to handle any situation. But how could a guy be even close to cool when he just abandoned a friend like that? What kind of guy let his friend get picked on?

Brian froze. Max sat alone, facing away from him at the other end of the cafeteria.

Yeah, what kind of guy?

He wanted to go to the bathroom to clean up, but then it would look like he was just running away. While the guys started a halfhearted discussion about football, he finished his chicken nuggets and took a bite out of his dried-out cookie. Then he got up from the table with his tray.

 

After school, Brian spotted Frankie in the crowd heading for the back door, maybe going to see if Brian was taking the old secret way. No problem. He hopped on
Spitfire
and rolled away from the front of the school.

He went home to drop off his books. A note on the fridge said he was supposed to be home by six for supper. He was about to head out again, but stopped just short of the front door. Wendy said to meet her at four thirty. It was just three thirty now, and it wouldn't do any good to be at the skate park too early.

More important, what if Wendy was thinking this whole skating thing was a date? How did anyone know they were on a date? Mom sometimes watched these terrible movies where a guy would ask a girl to dinner and then the girl would say yes. Then the guy would say “Great. It's a date.” Brian had just said something like, “Do you want to go to the skate park?”

Maybe he should have said it was a date. Unless she didn't think this meeting was a big deal and would have laughed at him for thinking a girl like her would ever go out with someone like him. Brian sighed, pressed his hands to the sides of his head, and paced the kitchen.

He went to his room. The first thing he knew he had to do was get a clean shirt. He looked in his closet and pulled out his two best shirts, a white button-up and his cool Beatles T-shirt with the
Magical Mystery Tour
album cover printed on the front. How was he supposed to know what to wear?

The phone rang. It was probably Wendy calling to tell him she didn't want to meet with him, or Frankie saying he wasn't allowed to see her. Brian ran to the nearest handset. “Hello?”

“Brian?” It was Alex.

“Oh, hey.” He wasn't at the top of the list of people Brian wanted to talk to.

“I'm sorry for what happened at lunch today. That was just stupid. I don't even know why I hang around with Frankie at all. I mean, I don't outside of school anymore, but in school … it's like I don't even choose who I get to hang around with.”

Brian appreciated the apology, but he didn't really have time for what Alex was saying. “Yeah, well, I don't care about that right now.”

“Well, what do you want me to do? I said I was sorry. I don't —”

“No, no. That's all fine.” Brian leaned against the wall in the hallway. As much as he needed help, part of him also felt like he needed to keep this whole skating event or date thing a secret. On the other hand, Alex had been so smooth with Kendra…. Maybe he could help Brian out here.

“Then what, man?” Alex said. Brian didn't answer. “I was just about to head out to the Eagle's Nest. See you there?” Brian should just tell him. It was probably no big deal anyway. Nobody said anything for a moment. “Hello? You there?”

“No,” Brian said.

“Wait. You're not there, or you're not going to the Eagle's Nest?”

“I need some advice.” He told Alex about the skating plans with Wendy.

“Whoa … You're a legend. I wondered what you two were talking about this morning before school. And I've heard that Wendy might kind of like you.”

“Might kind of like”? What did that mean? Still, Brian was happy to hear it. “So what should I do?”

“First,” Alex said. “You don't have to say ‘It's a date' for it to actually
be
a date.”

“Yeah, I figured,” Brian said.

“My older cousin in Lone Tree goes on dates with girls all the time and he just calls it ‘watching movies.' You know what I mean?” Alex laughed.

Brian had no clue. “Yeah.” He forced a little chuckle.

“Like he'll go down to the family room in the basement with a girl and they'll just
say
they're going to watch movies, but they don't do much watching.”

What was Alex talking about? “So this thing tonight —”

“This is basically a date. You better not mess it up.” Alex paused for a moment. “Oh! Do you have any cologne?”

“No,” Brian said.

“Dude. Seriously.”

“I mean, yeah, I have some. Or I used to have some.” He'd never had any cologne. Why would he possibly want cologne? “A big bottle. But I think I might have used it all up back in Seattle.”

“Oh, man. I bet Seattle girls rock.”

“Yeah.” Brian paced to the other end of his bedroom. “Plus, you know, it's a big city, so … there's lots of them.”

“Okay, you need to hurry up and get ready for this. Take a shower. Brush your teeth. Use some mouthwash too. Then see if your dad has some cologne.”

“This sounds really complicated,” Brian said.

“Dude, I know! When you go on a date with a girl, it is complicated, believe me. You have to buy her something. Ice cream, or maybe some flowers.”

“Really?”

“You didn't know that?” Alex said. “Seattle girls must be a lot different. You don't have much time, so listen. Have you heard of the yawn maneuver?”

“The what?”

Alex sighed. “Seriously. Okay, all you have to do to get things started is when you're sitting by her, you yawn and stretch your arms straight up. Then when you're done, instead of putting your arms back like normal, you slip your arm over her shoulder. She won't even realize your arm is around her. From there you can move on to other things.”

What other things? They were just supposed to be meeting to skateboard.

“And watch for her signals.”

“Signals?” Brian asked.

“Girls put out certain signals. Like, if she keeps looking down or away, that's because she's nervous about what she wore. She's wondering if she looks fat or whatever. If she does this, you have to compliment her. Tell her she smells good or something. If she's quiet for a real long time, like for almost a minute, if she kind of looks at you during that time, that means she wants you to kiss her. Then you know what to do.”

“Yeah, I know,” Brian said. He didn't know anything. Why couldn't two people just skate? Why did this have to be so complicated?

“Good luck,” said Alex. “I expect a full report. I'm off to the Eagle's Nest.”

They hung up. Brian showered, washing his hair twice with both shampoo and that conditioner stuff that was exactly like shampoo. When he was dressed in jeans and his white shirt with buttons and the annoying collar, he went back to the bathroom.