The Traveling Vampire Show(73)

 

I jumped a little when the screen door banged shut.

 

Slim came trotting down the back steps with a bottle in each hand.

 

They weren’t bottles of soda pop.

 

“You think your parents’ll mind if we drink up some of their beer?”

 

If she’d been Rusty, I would’ve blown my stack.

 

But she was Slim, and she looked so good, and she had that smile.

 

“They’ll just kill us is all,” I said, smiling.

 

“Never fear. My mom drinks the same brand. We can replace these with some of hers.”

 

“Then she’ll have missing bottles.”

 

“She’s keeps a zillion of them around. She’ll never know the difference.”

 

“We will,” I said. I must’ve said it funny.

 

Slim laughed and said, “Gad-zooks, I hope so.”

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Thirty

 

 

We sat on the stairs outside the back door and sipped our beers. We were side by side, so we didn’t have to worry about staring at each other. We could look straight forward at the lawn or grill, or down at the beer bottles we were holding, or somewhere else.

 

When we first sat down, there were a couple of inches between us. As we talked and sipped, they disappeared somehow, through no fault of mine. I didn’t move, so Slim must’ve. Before you know it, her upper right arm was touching my upper left arm.

 

I tried not to think too much about it, but I couldn’t quit thinking about it.

 

Even though Slim and I had been best friends for all those years and done so much together, it was almost as if we were on a first date. Everything about her seemed new and wonderful and scary.

 

When our bottles were about half-empty, Slim said, “Think the charcoal’s ready?”

 

I considered jumping up to check, but that would’ve broken the contact between our arms. We might not be able to get our positions just the same when I came back.

 

“I’d give it another ten minutes or so,” I said.

 

She nodded, sighed, took another sip of beer, then said, “I’m not in any hurry.”

 

“Me neither.”

 

“It’s kind of nice, just sitting here.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Just the two of us,” she added.

 

My heart started pounding like mad. Afraid to look at her, I stared toward the barbecue grill and nodded.

 

“Not that I’ve got anything against Rusty,” she said.

 

I managed to laugh. “You don’t?”

 

“He’s okay.”

 

“For a pain in the butt.”

 

This time, she laughed. Then she said, “What really bugs me is that he’s always around. I know he’s your best friend and all, but...”

 

I was tempted to turn my head toward her, but I stopped myself. “But what?” I asked.

 

“Sometimes I just wish he’d take a long walk off a short pier, that’s all.”

 

“Same here.”

 

In a low voice, she said, “Thing is, it’d be nice if just the two of us could do stuff sometimes.”

 

Now I had to turn my head. Looking her in the eyes, I asked, “Really?”

 

“Yeah. Not that I want to hurt his feelings or anything.”

 

Our faces were so close together that her eyes made tiny jerking movements from left to right as if she couldn’t make up her mind about which of my eyes to look at. I could smell a sweet warm scent of beer on her breath.

 

“Just that I sort of like being alone with you,” she said. “Like now.”

 

“Same here,” I whispered.

 

Then Slim reached down between her legs and set the beer bottle on the next lower step. Turning herself sideways, she put her arm around my back. I set down my bottle. When I turned, my knee pushed against her knee. We both leaned toward each other and put our arms around each other and kissed.

 

Her lips were cool from the beer, and soft, and hers. I’d kissed girls before. A few times, anyway. In fact, I’d kissed Slim before, at least on the cheek a couple of times when she was going away on trips with her mom. But there’d never been another kiss like this one.

 

The way Slim kissed me, I figured she must be in love with me just the same as I was in love with her. She hugged me so hard it hurt. I took it easy on her, though, because I could feel the bandages under her shirt.

 

The kiss went on and on. I felt as if I were sinking into Slim. I was in her and she was in me. I had her breath in my mouth and in my throat and in my lungs. I had the tips of her breasts touching me softly through our clothes. I wanted it to go on forever.