Jess looked at me. "Why did you stay away?"
I blinked at her. "I thought this was Brie's interview."
"Don't dodge. Why did you move away and never come home?"
I looked at Aubrie and she cocked her head. I wanted to say, I left because of you. I left because if I stayed I would have done something stupid.
Instead, I gave my usual answer.
"Europe had what I wanted."
"What did you want?"
"To feel alive. BASE jumping gave me that."
She glanced down at her notes and then back at me. "There are rumors about girls."
"Is that a question?"
"Okay, let me restate that. Are the rumors about you and all the women you slept with true?"
I laughed. I knew what rumors she was referring to. Nothing bad or crazy, just that I had slept with a ton of women while I moved around Europe.
"True, more or less. A lot of it is exaggerated." I avoided looking at Brie.
"Why?"
I frowned at her. "What do you mean, why?"
"Why did you sleep around?"
"Because it felt good. Because it was better than the alternative."
"And what's the alternative?"
Jerking off to thoughts of my stepsister
, I thought.
"Not sleeping around, I guess."
Aubrie made a noise, but I ignored it.
"Why did you need to go to Europe for all of this?"
"They have some of the best jumpers in the world. The sport just wasn't big enough in the States at the time."
"Aubrie, did you ever see Lincoln during this time?"
She shook her head. "Like I said before, we didn't see each other at all until I came home this summer."
"Why?"
"He was busy jumping off stuff and doing commercials. And I was busy going to school."
"Brie is a model student," I said, nodding.
"Why do you say that?" Jess pressed.
"You should see all the awards she wins."
"You seem jealous."
I paused. Shit, I need to be more careful.
"No, not at all. She's just a big nerd, that's all."
Brie snorted. "Better a nerd than a meathead."
"Meathead?" I said, laughing. "Hardly a meathead."
"Fine. Jock then. Conceited asshole."
"Conceited? That's funny, coming from the world's most perfect person."
I could see Jess smile slightly and sit back in her chair. I knew it was stupid to be fighting with Brie on camera, but sometimes she pissed me off to no end. She was acting as if I were the one at fault, as if I were the enemy. She didn't realize that the only person we should be worried about was the one with the cameras.
"Oh, good one. I'm not perfect, but at least I'm not an asshole."
I grinned, trying to let it blow over. "You wound me, sis."
She made a face. "Whatever." She looked over at Jess, visibly composing herself. "Are we almost finished?"
"I have a few more questions."
"Okay, fine."
"This one is for you, Aubrie. What's something about Lincoln that the world may not know?"
She paused. "He loves the Power Rangers
."
I burst out laughing and she grinned at me. All of the tension between us evaporated in an instant, and I grinned at Jess, who just looked confused.
"The Power Rangers
? Like, the kid's show?"
"That's the one," I said.
"Explain that."
"What's to explain? Some badass teens with cool powers and sick robots fight evil villains. That's the definition of awesome."
Aubrie grinned at me. "He'd be the pink ranger."
"You'd be the robot."
"I'd rather be the robot, at least he was cool."
"Hey, don't knock the pink ranger. She was just as badass as all the others."
"Is this some kind of inside joke?" Jess cut in.
"Not really. I asked him one time what his favorite TV show was and he said the Power Rangers
."
"This was when we first met," I said.
"I assume it's still true?" Aubrie asked.
"Of course. Like I said, they're the definition of awesome."
We laughed together and Jess smiled.
"Okay, Aubrie, I might as well ask. What's your favorite show?"
"Hannah Montana
," I said immediately.
She laughed. "No, not even close."
"Pete and Pete
?"
"Getting there."
"Are You Afraid of the Dark?
"
"What's with the vintage Nickelodeon shows?"
"That was the peak of TV programming."
"Well, you're on the right track."
"Okay, one last guess." I gave her a long look. "Rugrats
?"
She burst out laughing. "Yes!"
I gave her a triumphant grin. "I knew it."
"So you both love old children's shows?" Jess said.
Aubrie shook her head. "No. I mean, it's not like I watch it anymore. But it's the one show I can say definitely affected me."
"Yeah, same here with the Power Rangers
."
"Okay, I get that. We're almost finished here, so bear with me."
"Bring it on," I said, grinning at Aubrie.
"Lincoln, what do you think about your mother's relationship with Aubrie's dad?"
"I don't think about it much, honestly. She seems happy."
"Care to elaborate?"
"She likes Cliff. She really loves Aubrie."
"She does?" Aubrie asked.
"Absolutely. You didn't know that?"
"I mean, we get along. But I didn't know . . ." she trailed off.
"You're practically the daughter she never had and always wanted."
"But I'm nothing like her."
"Yeah, exactly. She always wanted a smart little nerdy kid to rear." I paused and grinned at her. "Which is why she was disappointed when she got me."
"I doubt she's disappointed. You're smart too."
"Not in the way she wanted. Not like you."
Aubrie looked thoughtful. "I guess now I feel bad that I hadn't come home sooner."
"Don't worry about it. She was probably too busy feeling proud to care about that."
Brie just nodded and stayed silent.
"What about Aubrie's dad, Lincoln?" Jess asked.
"He's fine. We get along." I wasn't interested in elaborating. Jess knew that I was lying, but that was okay with me.
"That's it? He's fine, end of story?"
"Like I said, I haven't been around much."
"And yet he's done a lot for you lately."
I glared at Jess. "Yes, he has."
"And yet he's just ‘fine'?"
I paused for a second to imagine all the different ways I wanted to smash the cameras.
"Cliff has done a lot for me lately. But I wouldn't say we really know each other."
"Why would he help you if you barely know each other?"
"I suspect my mom had something to do with it. Or maybe he can see the real good citizen inside me, hiding behind all these tattoos."
Aubrie laughed softly but it didn't seem to reach her eyes.
"What do you think, Aubrie?"
She looked at Jess. "About my dad helping Lincoln? I think he's just doing what anybody would do. We all know Lincoln isn't a bad guy, just jumped from a building he wasn't supposed to and got unlucky on the landing."
"He broke the law," Jess pressed.
"Yeah, he broke the law"-Aubrie paused-"but breaking the law doesn't make him a bad person."
"Okay. I think we're set."
"Really?" Aubrie asked.
I unclipped my mic and stood up. Once the light indicated that the camera was off, I turned on Jess.
"What was that shit?" I asked her.
"Just trying to get something out of you."
"By ambushing me?"
"You handled it well."
"Fuck handling it well. You know the real answers to those questions."
"Lincoln," Aubrie said, standing.
I looked at her and then back at Jess, aware that the crew was staring.
"Keep pushing, Jess. I'll go back to jail before I let you control me."
She smiled innocently. "Wasn't my intention, Based."
I clenched my jaw and walked away. Aubrie said something to the crew, but I didn't hear her, way too pissed off to think clearly. I kicked open the door and walked across the house, not stopping until I was in the game room surrounded by the pinball machines.
Aubrie wasn't far behind me.
"What was that?" she asked.
I shook my head. "Nothing. Just pissed about all this."
"I'm sorry, Lincoln."
I looked at her for a second and realized she was serious. "Why are you sorry?"
"I know my dad is forcing you into this. I guess Jess is using that to play off you. That's probably why she wants me to be around, as an antagonist or something."
I shook my head. "I know her game. I shouldn't let it get to me."
She perked up and smiled. "Despite that, I think it went pretty well."
I laughed. "Oh yeah. We only bickered on camera once."
"That's what siblings do."
"We're not siblings," I said flatly.
"You called me sis."
"Just to piss you off."
She looked away. "It worked."
"What do you want me to say, Brie baby?"
"I don't know. I'm just trying to make you feel better."
"Thanks. But the only thing that would fix this is if my legs magically fucking worked again. And I didn't have prison hanging over my head."