us to bring. Becca was so enchanted with Jamie Bamber that she missed her mouth every time she attempted to insert a pretzel stick. “He’s cute, right? Definitely not Fat Apollo.” Bamber looked to be in excellent shape, wearing a t-shirt that showed off his efforts at the gym. “Why is his line so short?” Becca’s eyes remained fixed on Bamber.
“Chewbacca’s next to him. That’s hard to compete with. Plus, Chewbacca’s like two feet taller than him.” One thing you learned going to cons is that most celebrities, unless they were playing a Wookie, were much shorter than they appeared on screen.
“When there are two people in line, we’ll go.” I was about to ask her how she chose that arbitrarily small number, but she sprung into action mode instantly and announced, “Two! There are two! It’s go time!” I helped her off the floor, and she adjusted her wig and I ¦ Fat Apollo t-shirt before we stepped into his line. Becca gripped my hand as we waited and watched him smile for the fans in front of us. He looked rather darling, and I was sucked in, thinking of the countless hours I’d spent watching him on TV. Soon it was our turn, and I was glad this was Becca’s show. She deserved something this great in her life. Becca strode right up to Bamber’s table, and drew his attention to her shirt with a flourish of her hands.
“I will never live that down,” he laughed. I had completely forgotten he was British.
“You do an amazing American accent,” I told him as Becca fished some money out of her wallet. Another hilarious aspect of cons was how you were talking to someone you admired, but at the same time you had to ask them how much money it cost to pay for their autograph. Jamie was smart and had a handler to take the money. Some celebrities were alone at their booths and looked mortified every time they had to interrupt a gushing fan to collect cash. I stood back and let Becca charm him with her crazy fangirl chatter. He politely smiled and said things to make her laugh. When it came time for the picture, it was Jamie who asked if Becca wanted him to come around his table. Some celebrities would only lean over a table, so the pictures turned out to be you leaning backward against a table with a celebrity torso next to you. The cool ones came out, put their arms over your shoulders and acted like your best friend for thirty seconds. I played my part of bumbling photographer. “Is this where I press?” I asked, like a ninety-year-old woman. Becca took her cue, and I watched as she slowly, subtly moved her hand into position. “One, two, three!” I cried, and just as the picture snapped, Becca offered her hand on Jamie Bamber’s ass.
“Whoa!” He jumped forward. I took picture after ass-groping picture to capture the hilarity of the moment. Stunned but not angry, Jamie looked at her in a jokingly scolding manner.
Becca gave her sweetest grin and told him, “Sorry! I have cancer and just had to do that.” He looked confused, so she rambled on, “I wrote this bucket list, but we called it the Fuck-It List, and one of the things on it was to touch your butt and I never really thought I’d have the chance to do it especially because I got cancer but then you were here and I’m in radiation now and thank you—” I pulled her away as she finished. “You have a really solid butt!”
Jamie, ever the British gentleman, nodded a “you’re welcome,” and we ran off. I was laughing so hard that I didn’t realize Becca sat down to rest somewhere behind me. I stopped walking and turned around to sit with her. Together, we panted and laughed and flipped through the pictures to relive the moment we just had. I hadn’t noticed that two Chuck-wearing feet approached me until someone tapped my heel with his. I looked up, and there was Leo.
CHAPTER 33
“HEY.” LEO NUDGED my shoe. I stood up so his towering height was a bit less towering. Not seeing him for so long, I thought I was over the magnetic quality his body had with mine. Not so much. He looked really good. “You shaved your head,” I noted, and reached up to feel it. He only slightly recoiled.
“We match.” Becca smiled. Leo forcibly smiled back.
“I’m Brian, by the way. Thanks for introducing me, bro.” Leo’s friend extended a hand for me to shake, then down to Becca. He didn’t go to our school, but I had seen him with Leo once or twice on stalking expeditions. And Jason’s funeral. He wore a slight pompadour in his dyed black hair and carried a friendly rockabilly vibe.
“That’s a good look for you.” Leo reached for my face, and it took me a melty second to realize he was talking about my fake blood. He touched a dangling bit of flesh, but none of my own. I smelled cigarettes on his hand.
“Thanks. It’s not real, in case you were worried,” I told him.
“Worry about you? I’m sure you can handle yourself,” Leo quipped. I didn’t know if he thought that was a good or bad thing.
“Did you guys go to any panels?” asked Brian. The conversation turned lighthearted, or as lighthearted as one can get when talking about Deathbox 4. I tried to stop myself from staring at Leo. Had he really said he loved me once? Where would we be now if his brother hadn’t died? If Becca didn’t have cancer? If my dad hadn’t died? Would he have stayed a distant object of my imagination? Tragedy is what brought us together. And then pushed us apart.
Where were we now?
I’ve heard countless people say bad things happen in threes. That never made sense to me. Shit happened all the time; how could anybody determine where the pattern of three ended and the next one began? Maybe Leo’s brother dying had nothing to do with my first two bad things. Maybe Becca was going to die. Or my mom. Or one of my brothers. Or both. If both of them died, did that count as one or two bad things?
No, I didn’t believe in the “cycle of three bad things” any more than I believed in love at first sight and giving people the benefit of the doubt. Love was never going to be something you could find in the split-second glance of judgment we make on people we don’t know, and if people seemed like they were up to no good, chances are they were. My dad taught me that.
Just because three horrible things happened, that didn’t mean more weren’t to come. Better to protect yourself than kick yourself later for being an asshole. Now, that was something I believed in.
“Can someone help me up?” Becca asked, and before I could reach for her, Brian extended his hand. While they made with the niceties, Leo and I looked at each other, on the verge of words. I must have opened my mouth five times while trying to think of something to say. We looked like two fish in an aquarium.
I studied Leo’s face, the straight lips, the too-sweet freckles, his translucent eyelashes. In that moment I hated myself for not trying to be there for him.
Fish mouth again.
Brian broke the underwater moment. “You guys want to come to the screening of Reanimator with us?”
“I’m sure they’re busy,” Leo informed him.
“Yeah,” I agreed out of obligation. “We can’t. I promised Becca’s mom I’d bring her home for dinner. She’s hardcore about making her eat her vegetables.” I looked at Becca, whose mom told her to stay out as long as she wanted.
“Yeah.” She presented her best disappointed face, always the actress. “Maybe another time?” she asked.
“Sure.” Brian smiled, googly eyed. If he only knew Becca was attached to a homeschool beefcake.
Not knowing how to say good-bye, nor really wanting to, I blurted, “Want to get coffee sometime?” at Leo, a line direct from the list of top asshole-isms.
“Maybe,” Leo answered, kind of sounding like an asshole himself.
“That would be great,” Becca pushed. That he would maybe want to get coffee with me? I felt like I was morphing into one gigantic asshole as we spoke. Like, literally a human-sized hole in an ass.
“Better get in line so we can get seats. Nice meeting you guys.” Brian winked. I always said never trust a winker.
Or anyone else for that matter.
Leo and Brian walked away, and Becca and I headed for my car. “What happened?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” I played dumb. Or maybe I just was.
“That was your big chance to charm Leo back into your evil clutches, and you totally choked.”
“I didn’t choke. He didn’t want to see me. Or watch Reanimator with me. Or drink hot caffeinated beverages
