'Jungle Java blows,' Jeremy muttered as he pushed past
me.
I caught him by the elbow. He stopped, refusing to meet
my eyes. He stood almost as tal as me, but he didn't pul
away.
'They have a whole new arcade section.' Normaly his
attitude would have tempted me to tel him to get over
himself. Whatever was bugging Jeremy had spiled beyond
his parents and was slopping onto me, but I thought of
what I'd been like at twelve and gave him a break.
He shrugged and wouldn't give me his face while his
brother rocketed past us blabbing a mile a minute about
what he was going to play and how his friend from school
had spent his tickets on a realy cool neon light for his
room, and…and…and…
'Can it, shorty. Get in the car.' I watched them both head out the front door, Tyler stil blabbing and Jeremy
maintaining his unusual silence.
Once we got to Jungle Java, I had to physicaly restrain
Tyler from running across the parking lot. 'Dude. Chil.
There are cars here.'
He lunged like a racehorse trying to get out of the gate.
'Hurry up, Paige! God!'
them and ordered a large pizza and soft drinks.
'Wow, Paige. You're the best!' Tyler goggled at the
tokens in the special plastic holder that clipped to his belt.
Jeremy took his without comment, but held back until I'd
let his brother loose in the arcade. 'Thanks.'
Forty bucks wasn't anything for me to sneeze at, but I'd
thought to them it would be chump change. Their gratitude
surprised me. 'You're welcome. Go have fun. I'l be right
here.'
Jeremy nodded and stalked off toward the arcade. Jungle
Java was reputedly adding a laser-tag section to the rear,
but so far nothing had started. For a little place that had
started off serving coffee and hosting an indoor playground
for toddlers, it had realy grown. I'd taken the boys here a
couple times when they were younger. It was hard to
believe Jeremy would start middle school in the fal. It was
hard to believe a lot of things time had changed.
My phone rang and my heart leaped, but it wasn't the next
text from Eric. I'd set my phone to vibrate for texts, and it
wasn't yet time. I took the cal anyway.
'Austin.'
'How'd you know it was me?'
'I have caler ID, dork.'
He laughed. 'So that means I'm in your address book,
huh?'
I didn't want to admit it.