Chapter 3
Liars, and Thinkers
Dana tapped her pen on the side of the desk and reviewed her study notes. She glanced at the phone, then back at her notes. Seconds later she repeated the procedure.
"God, Dan, why don't you just call him?!" an exasperated Brette yelled.
Dana glanced up in surprise. "Call who?"
"Who ever it is that is supposed to phone you!"
"No one's supposed to call me," she denied.
"No offense sis, but you can't bullshit me." Brette replied, bemused. "Right now you are waiting for some guy to call you, probably someone you met last night."
"I didn't meet anyone last night."
Brette laughed. "You're a horrible liar, babe."
"I didn't meet anyone last night!" Dana excalimed again.
"Why won't you call him?"
"Who?!"
"Why won't you call him?" Brette repeated.
Dana sighed. Lying was useless, Brette knew her too well. "Cause I don't have his number. He has mine." 'I think,' she added silently, unsure if Jesse had passed the message on.
"Have you learned nothing I've taught you? Never just give him your number, get it back." Brette asked with an exaggerated air of disappointment. "So what's he like?"
"He's nice..." Dana replied vaguely. She had no intentions of blabbing to Brette... yet.
"So are details," Brette encouraged. Dana was silent. "Come on Dan, you can't possibly be thinking of keeping me in suspense, I've known you since you moved here for university."
"I can possibly be thinking about it, and I am thinking about it. Too bad for you Brettie, but this time he's my secret."
"Daaaaan!" Brette whined. "You are so evil! I don't do this to you!"
"That's cause you don't randomly meet guys and get interested, you have Curtis, remember? But I will tell you one thing..."
"Yeah," Brette leaned forward, expecting great details.
Dana pondered, and stalled. "I don't know if I should tell you this..."
"Of course you should," Brette urged Dana greedily.
"Okay, I will... but it's a secret, okay?"
Brette nodded eagerly.
"He's really nice." Dana teased Brette with the vague response, and grinned when Brette's face fell.
"Evil," Brette pouted. "That's what you are."
"Shoo!" Dana instructed with a laugh. "I've gotta do my homework."
- - -the same afternoon- - -
Brian dropped down into the chair and sighed. This was the first break he'd had all day, and this was the moment of glory: time to phone Dana. Fumbling through the pile of stuff on the end table, Brian searched for the messy plate. Retrieving it, he lifted the phone reciever and was about to dial when the door busted open.
"Let's go Rok, time to reherse." Nick called.
"No!" Brian wailed, disappointed. "What happened to 'you've got two hours off guys'?"
" 'Tima changed her mind." he responded simply.
With a sad glance at the phone, Brian stood up and followed Nick out. 'Crap.' Brian thought.
- - -around 11:30 that night- - -
Brian reached for the towel and wiped his forehead off. Nick followed him into the dressing room, and clapped his back.
"That was an awsome concert, huh?"
"Definately," Brian agreed. "It's so nice to have finished the tour."
Howie came in behind them, and nodded. "Yeah, I know what you mean. It'll be nice to see everyone again, touring is so..."
"Draining?" Nick supplied, and the two guys agreed.
"It'll be awesome to see Michelle again!" Howie raved.
"Yeah, I miss Rachel, too," Nick slipped out of his shirt.
Brian was silent. There'd been nobody to miss since breaking up with Liz a couple months ago.
After waiting an hour or so they finally loaded onto the bus and returned to the hotel. Everything was packed up and ready to go, and Brian just had to shove his stuff into the back of his jeep, and he could leave. "Sleep," Brian told AJ excitedly.
"Sleep in my own bed," AJ added.
"God, that sounds so strange," Brian said thoughtfully. "It's been, what, like six months since I've actually had the prospect of more than two weeks off."
"Yeah."
They were quiet, thinking about all the stuff that'd happened since the Millenium tour had started.
"Lot's of shit went down," AJ said, as if he was reading Brian's thoughts.
"Seriously."
"Brian, man," he paused. "Never mind."
"You sure?"
AJ nodded. "Yeah, forget about it.
"Kay. Listen, I'm gonna blast... talk to ya later?" Brian asked.
"Course, anytime."
"Bye Bone."
"Later Rok."
- - -meanwhile- - -
"Sundays suck."
"I know." Dana agreed.
"Do you wanna head for the Java Factory tonight?"
"Sure Kira... well, I dunno..." Dana was unsure of herself.
"Come on Dana, it'll be a nice way to end the weekend," Kira persuaded. The two girls shared majors, and had most of their classes together.
"I guess..." Dana relented. "What time does it close?"
"It closes around 1, I think, maybe later." Kira informed her.
"Okay," Dana agreed. "I'll meet you there in a little while."
"Okidokee, I'm just gonna see if Dave wants to come." Kira hung up, and Dana searched for a jacket. She tossed her keys into the pocket and scrawled a note for Brette:
11:47pm
Brette,
Hope you and Curtis are having fun...*winkwink*
Anyways, I've gone to Java to meet Kira, I might see Dave there...
Wouldn't that make you happy?
Home in a while,
Dana
ps. no, he didn't phone
Dana taped the note to the fridge, and locked the door behind her.
- - -later- - -
Brian slipped into his jeep, and drove away from the hotel. It had been a nice finale to the tour, it had gone pleasently well. But he was curiously unsettled. So he reached over for the phone and dialed the number that had eluded him all day. 'Pick up' Brian urged the phone, mentally willing the extension at Dana's to pick up. No such luck. It rang a few more times, and an answering machine came on.
"Hey! You've reached Brette and Dana. You know the drill, beep, talk, hang up. Check ya later!"
Unsure of what to say, Brian waited a few seconds and hung up. He was never very good at those stupid answering machines anyway. "Damn," he muttered.
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