The Read And Weep Bundle: Anonymous, Perfectly Hopeless, Run (26 page)

Maven’s father smiled at the sound of his daughter’s laughter outside on the porch. A sound he had grown to miss. But now it was back and he could see why she enjoyed Henri’s friendship so much. Henri had a way to make her all smiles and free from care

Maven’s mother snuck up behind him. She wrapped her arms around him.

“Are you enjoying your day off?”

“Absolutely, but not as much as our daughter and Henri,” Her dad pointed out, he raised a finger signaling his wife to wait. Seconds later another giggle slipped through the windows.

“He’s a nice boy.” She stroked her husband’s arm, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“I know that. I try to tell myself that every day that I see her take off for his house.”

“She’s happy. Happier than I have seen her in a long time,” her mom said.

He parted the curtain, giving the lovebirds one more look before he took his sandwich and went into the den for lunch.

“I swear I was born with two left feet,” Henri said. He watched Maven’s eye sparkle as she giggled about his poor dancing skills. Her legs draped lazily over his lap. They swayed carelessly on the porch swing.

“You’ll do just fine.” Her hair fluttered in the breeze. “We are going to have a lot of fun. And we are going to take a
lot
of pictures.”

Henri idly ran a thumb against her thigh, listening attentively

“And they will be the best pictures
ever
.” She smiled, sitting up and resting her head against Henri’s shoulder, the mood dying down.

Maven touched his face, staring off, stroking the side of it lost in an awful contemplation. The thought that one day all she would have of him were pictures. She pulled her phone from her pocket.

“What are you doing, Maven?” Henri asked, tugging the beanie from his head and covering his face with it. Maven pulled his arm away from his face.

“I’m making a video of you.” She dropped her feet to the porch standing up. “Say something, Henri.”

Henri sighed. His brown eyes lighting up with amusement, he grinned. “You should be the one on camera.”

“Why’s that, Henri?”

He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes looking away from the camera. “Because you’re so beautiful it hurts.”

Maven smiled from behind her phone. “Say something else.”

He stared into the camera lens, a solemn expression creeping across his face. “I’m Henri Levitt. And I have no idea what I am going to do when I have to dance with Maven.” He laughed, springing up from the swing and took off after her, she squealed, bounding across the porch, her bare feet echoing the wood as she tried to get away from him.

She almost made it to the other end of the porch before Henri grabbed her by the waist, twirling her around in his grasp, her feet no longer on the floor. He set her back down, backing her against the white railing. His hands on both sides not allowing her to escape, he took the phone and turned the camera on her now, positioning the two of them in front of the viewfinder. He kissed her cheek.

“You see that?” he said, talking to the camera. “We just made a memory.” He kissed her again.

Maven’s heart pittered and pattered, he held tight to her chin, kissing her again. He shot a look at the camera the only witness to the undeniable connection between the two of them. “An everlasting reminder of my amazing kissing skills,” He laughed. Maven snatched the camera away from him hiding her sadness. She knew he was joking, but it still dug at her emotions making her ready to burst into tears.

Henri watched her take a few steps away from him. Her attention pinned on the video they just made. He leaned against the railing knowing he had ruined the moment between them. But what could he say? Sorry. You couldn’t apologize for something you had no control over—like inevitable death.

When the silence was starting to become too much that’s when Jake Summit ended it. His voice pulled them both back into reality.

“What are you doing here?” Maven said without delay. She shoved her phone into her pocket.

Jake gave Henri a quick glance before he bothered explaining himself. “I wanted to talk to you.”

Henri was beginning to feel awkward caught between the two of them. He moved out of the way.

“I don’t have anything to say to you, Jake.” Maven couldn’t believe Jake had the nerve to show himself at her house. It had been made clear he was to stay away from her. It was one thing to try and be malicious out in public, but at her home it was uncalled for and she was close to screaming for her father.

Henri pushed off the railing. “She said she has nothing to say to you. So why don’t you just leave?” He wasn’t going to let Maven deal with Jake alone. But he wasn’t quite prepared for what came next.

Jake shoved him into the railing. Maven jumped between them. “You keep your hands off of him.”

“Talk to me and I won’t lay a finger on him again.” Jake was angry, it was obvious by the heated scowl pinned to his lips. Maven had seen it time and time again. He was a bully their entire life.

Maven spun around and looked Henri over. Her heart beating out of her chest, she was so upset. “I’m sorry. Are you alright?”

Henri shook his head. “Of course. It was just a shove, a rather pathetic one.” He squeezed her arm. “Whatever you want me to do.”

Maven searched Henri’s eyes confused. She didn’t want Henri hurt. “I don’t want you to do anything.”

Jake groaned. “Just let me talk to her and it will be like nothing ever happened. That’s not too hard to do is it?” He raised an eyebrow. “Go home, Henri.”

Maven looked at Jake. “Don’t tell him what to do. You have no say so in any of this.”

“I can go. As long as you think you’re okay being alone with him.” Henri lifted his hat from the porch swing. “I’m calling in fifteen minutes.”

Jake scoffed, watching Henri walk down the stairs. Henri shot him a look. “Don’t be stupid.”

Jake grinned, amused Henri had the nerve to threaten him. “Or what?”

“Or I’ll make you wish you never showed up uninvited,” Henri said, he looked at Maven for confirmation it was okay to leave. She nodded.

Once Henri was out of view Jake took a seat on the porch swing. “How quaint, you and Henri Levitt sharing precious moments on the old porch swing.”

Maven refused to look at him. Jake grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her down beside him. She slapped his arm away. “Don’t touch me, Jake. I agreed to talk to you not have you manhandle me. My father is right inside, and he would love to get his hands on you.”

Jake refused to take her seriously. He cut to the chase. “Did you hear Tatiana and I broke up?”

Maven stood up, putting a big gap between the two of them. She leaned against the railing, the front door in view and this made her feel better. “I heard. Is that why you’re here?”

“Don’t you want to know why I broke up with her?”

Maven shook her head a disgusted look on her face. “Of course I don’t. I’ve said it many times now. I don’t care. Maybe you should get that through your head.”

Jake stood up. He studied Maven. She still was just a beautiful. Just as girly and anxious as he remembered. “I broke up with Tatiana because of you.”

Maven started for the door. She didn’t want to hear anything else. But before she could slip inside and slam the door in his smug face he grabbed her by the arm. This time she wasn’t waiting around to see what would happen next. She screamed.

“Why are you screaming?” Jake stared down at her, his breath fast, his emotions overriding his rational judgment. “I came here to say that I was sorry.”

Maven twisted free. “Get away from my house now. You’re not sorry about anything. You’re crazy and I never want to see you again.”

The door flew open, thudding loudly against the house. “What did I tell you?” Mr. Wilder said, grabbing Jake by the collar of his shirt. He jerked him away from his daughter. It was the worst thing Jake could do was show up at his home.

“I came to apologize to her. I swear that’s all I was doing.” He didn’t have time to say anything else. Maven’s dad gave him no time to gain his balance. He shoved him down the porch steps. Jake fell to the ground like a bag of bones.

Maven tried to stop her dad. “Pleas, Dad, stop. He’s not worth it.”

But he wasn’t listening. He stood at the top of their steps watching Jake pick himself up from the ground and dust himself off. “I don’t want to see you around here again. And the next time you want to threaten someone, threaten me, tough guy.”

Jake was angry. Maven could see it. He was also scraped up and picking gravel from his elbow. He lifted his head, trying to pretend he still had some dignity left. “My parents are going to sue you.”

Maven’s dad laughed, crossing his arms and shaking his head in amusement. “Oh I doubt that. But feel free to try.”

Maven Watched from behind her dad as Jake once again walked away with his tail between his legs.

“Next time you come get me if he shows up here.”

Maven nodded. “I thought I could handle him.”

Her dad pulled her close, throwing an arm over her shoulder. “That’s what I’m here for. Don’t tell your mother I threw Jake Summit down the stairs, okay, kid?”

Maven sighed. Smiling a little at her dad’s pleased expression. He wanted to let Jake have it for a long time now.

They headed inside.

Henri tossed the rag into the sink at the yogurt hut. Business had died down. And he had time for a break. It wasn’t that he enjoyed serving frozen yogurt, it was just most of the time April and Sandra were too selfish to help his aunt and uncle and he felt bad. Weeks before he wouldn’t have minded, now it seemed he wanted to be in another place. That place was around Maven.

He shook his head. He wasn’t sure how this growing attraction happened, or the significance. But now he hardly spent a waking hour without Maven’s smile or giggle coming to the surface, blotting out the days and making his life harder. It wasn’t a bad thing. It just wasn’t what someone close to their demise needed to dive into—for the sake of the living.

Flynn shoved Henri in the arm. “Earth to Henri, Dad told me to tell you to leave.”

Henri looked up from the Styrofoam cups. “Ok.”

Flynn ran a hand across his chin, studying Henri’s detached behavior. “Everything okay? Don’t you have an appointment today?”

Henri shook his head. “No.”

Flynn’s eyebrows lifted in unease. He wasn’t an idiot, his mother made sure to mark them on the wall calendar that hung in their kitchen—a constant reminder to Henri when he needed to get his behind to the doctors. “Is that so?”

Henri sighed, untying his apron, he wanted to ignore Flynn all together, but he was known for administering a mean headlock. “It’s simple blood work or something. Just give me a break for one week.”

Flynn studied Henri. He wasn’t an expert on heart conditions, but his cousin seemed fine on most days. He didn’t like to know the details about Henri. He just knew it wasn’t good.

The night his mother told them all that Henri was sick he put his fist through his closet door. He didn’t like to see his mother crying—or even his aunt.

Henri and Flynn had always been close. His family regularly visited Henri’s in Tennessee. His mother and his aunt Charlotte were twins, the bond between them remained strong their entire life. He was sure it was the only reason Henri was allowed to take off like he did and come stay with his family.

Flynn remembered his entire life with Henri. He was older, but that never changed the bond the two of them had. Henri had a way to get inside anyone’s heart. Flynn always wanted a brother and Henri was the closest thing he ever would have to one. So it was understandable he had a lot of pent up emotions about Henri’s health.

“Fine. As long as you’re doing something worthwhile,” Flynn told Henri. “Like hanging out with
blondie
and I don’t mean a walk on the beach.” He shot Henri
the
look. Henri was dying. If he was dying he knew he would be out nailing as many women as possible. Even if Henri wasn’t the same as himself he figured one girl was plenty to cross a few things off the bucket list.

But judging by the look on Henri’s face he didn’t think so.

“I forgot how much of a bigot you were,” Henri said.

“Years ago you had your moments too, Henri.” Flynn poked at the rag on the counter. He dropped his elbows to the counter, staring out the small window at the vacant picnic tables and the dark skies.

“Yeah, well.” He hopped up on the counter not worried about customers. It was going to rain. “Once you know you’re dying you don’t worry about getting laid so much anymore.”

Henri watched Flynn make a face at his words. He stayed arched over the counter staring out the window. It wasn’t something they ever discussed. Usually it was a lot of code words and hints to the issue, but never direct communication.

“I don’t think I would ever be able to forget about sex. It’s the best part about girls.” He grinned, shooting Henri a look. “And
blondie
, she’s pretty hot. And so damn innocent. I bet sex would be interesting.”

Henri refused to smirk at the thought of it. He didn’t want to join in on the sex talk with Flynn about Maven. She wasn’t the kind of girl you shared those intimate details with your buddies. That didn’t stop him from thinking about her all the time. Sure, he imagined what it would be like. How great it would feel to get that close with her. All the things he imagined would happen and all the things he hoped for. He was a guy after all.

“Are you going to the hop?” Henri asked, changing the subject so Flynn would stop drooling over the thought of sex.

Flynn quickly nodded. “Tori’s coming down for the weekend. She already has a dress picked out.” Tori was Flynn’s girlfriend. More like his buddy or pal. But the problem with that—Tori saw their relationship as exclusive and wouldn’t bat an eyelash at making Flynn miserable if he ever thought to look at another girl. Henri wasn’t a fan of Tori because he knew Flynn wasn’t ready to settle down. And he knew Tori and her entire family was under the assumption that Flynn was an honorable guy who was going to do just that. Flynn liked her because she was nice-looking. He put up with her because he enjoyed having a sex buddy that lived far away.

“Good. Because I’m taking Maven and it would be nice to see a familiar face in the crowd.”

Flynn punched his arm. “You are so serious all the time. It’s a dance just have fun and don’t forget to breathe. Maybe this weekend will be your big night with
blondie
.”

Henri dropped from the counter. “Her name is Maven. And I doubt that. And if it was, you would be the last person I told.” He grabbed the doorknob, stumbling into the counter.

Flynn jumped up. “What was that?”

“Just a little lightheaded, I stood up to fast.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I got to go.”

Flynn grabbed his arm. “I think you should see the doctor today. Just to make sure everything is alright.” Henri shot him a dirty look, upset he was pushing the issue again.

“Better get those umbrellas down, storm is rolling in.” He twisted the knob, taking off before Flynn could argue with him. One appointment wasn’t going to make a difference. He shook the cloudy fog from his head and hurried toward the beach.

Maven jumped at the loud boom right outside her bedroom window. She closed her book, pulling back the curtain. The rain was falling in a steady rhythm. The sun was gone and the sidewalk outside was busy collecting puddles.

Her phone chirped. She grabbed it from the nightstand and flopped down on the bed. Ever since Jake had showed up she had been in a raunchy mood. She didn’t want to leave her house for fear he would show up again.

Now that Jake and Tatiana weren’t together anymore at one time it would have been the happiest moment of her life. Because at one time she prayed they would break up and that Jake would see what he had been missing and come back to her. And somehow she would forgive him and move on. But not anymore, now she was angry.

And now there was Henri. She didn’t know exactly how he felt about her, but she knew the way he made her feel. And she wasn’t willing to accept Jake’s crummy attempt at getting her back any longer. Henri showed her that nice guys did exist. And she didn’t want to go back to Jake after meeting someone like Henri.

She pushed the button on her phone.

Raining like cats and dogs. I’m down at the beach sitting under that tree we first sat at. Care to join me?
It was Henri
.

She stared off, debating on going or staying put. Jake couldn’t get to her from her room.

You could come here.

But this is such better scenery. I can’t believe you don’t like watching thunderstorms.

I do. I guess I’m a bit down today, Henri.

That’s a perfect reason to watch the storm with me. Cheer up, buttercup, there is always sunshine after the rain.
:)

Maven burst into tears. She dropped down on her bed, clutching her pillow. The phone sliding to the floor, it chirped again.

She gathered her calm and flipped her hair over her shoulder. Lifting the phone from the floor, she gently wiped at her eyes with one hand while reading the text with the other.

Sorry you’re having a bad day. Hope it gets better. If you change your mind I’ll be down by the water.

That’s all it took. She wasn’t going to leave Henri alone because of her own selfish sadness. She slipped into her favorite yellow sundress, shoving on her sandals and hustled down the stairs.

Maggie peeked her head out from behind the magazine she was reading. “Henri I assume.”

Maven ignored her.

He was lying in the grass, hands behind his head just enjoying the roll of thunder that echoed every minute or so. The rain made the warmth turn into an oppressive fog. She was soaked by the time she plopped down beside him.

“Lie down and watch the sky its great.” Henri told her from his spot in the grass.

Maven dropped down, rubbing the rainwater from her forehead. She looked up at the dreary skies.

“Now just listen,” Henri said. He took hold of her hand squeezing it. “Close your eyes and listen, its heaven.” A loud snap of lightning sounded in the distance sounding more like danger than heaven to her, but she did as he said closing her eyes, the coolness in the air making her unpleasantly cold underneath her damp sundress.

“I’ve always liked listening to thunderstorms since I was little. I saw the tree out in our front yard get struck by lightning, talk about a rush.” He was his usual self while Maven felt a bit dark and depressed and it was hard to hide it. “Seeing nature so up close and personal, it’s exciting.”

Maven sat up. She pushed her wet hair behind her ear. Henri sat up too.

“Most people don’t compare thunderstorms to heaven.” She said out loud, watching the sky erupt in flashes of illumination, the wind an incessant brush across her face now.

“The ones that enjoy thunderstorms do.” He looked at her, her expression blank. She was far away lost in thought. He just didn’t know what of.

“You said you were a bit down today, why’s that?”

Maven finally looked at him. He looked anxious suddenly. Not his usual. And this made her feel bad.

“Is it me?” Henri searched her eyes. “Or is it Jake Summit?”

She dropped her gaze at the sound of Jake’s name. “I don’t know.”

“Sure you do.”

Maven shook her head.

“You’re confused and that’s perfectly understandable.”

“I’m not confused, Henri.” She insisted. She dropped back into the grass letting out a sigh. She wondered if now was the time to tell him just how much she liked him, or if it was better to keep that to herself.

“You and Jake have a history. A long one.” He told her. “You and I both have a right to know if you still have feelings for Jake now that he is single.”

Maven shot up again from the grass. Henri was taking it all the wrong way. This had nothing to do with Jake. She didn’t want to figure anything out. She wanted to tell Henri just how much she cared about him and how sad she was at the thought of losing him now that she was so attached to him. That it hurt to wake up every day wondering if he was still going to be around and if so how long.

Or how every night before she went to bed she wished she could just pick up the phone and speak the words her heart wanted to shout from the rooftops, that he was the most amazing boy she ever met. But she was afraid to burden him with that.

Henri expected her to say something. To tell him he wasn’t right in saying what he said. To confirm that Jake was the last thing on her mind and that the idea of ever feeling anything for that guy would never happen. She deserved better than Jake.

He wanted her to look at him with those big blue eyes and tell him she only thought about him anymore, to say anything.

“That’s not it,” Maven said. She frowned, biting at her nails.

Henri stood. Maven stared up at him. “What are you doing, Henri?”

“I’m going to head home.” He offered her his hand to help her up.

“But I don’t understand. Are you upset with me?”

Henri laughed. But it wasn’t because he was amused. He was far from it. He shoved his hands in his pockets, staring down at the ground. It was hard to look at her in a time like this. “Maven go figure out what you want.”

“Henri.”

“You’re having a bad day. You weren’t having one until the other day when Jake showed up.” He touched her face and finally looked at her. “I’m not angry with you. You have every right to see if there are still feelings there. Call me later ok?”

She watched him walk off. Another crash of lighting sounded in the distance, rain drops splattering all around her. She dropped back down in the grass, drawing her knees to her chest. She didn’t have it in her to chase after Henri and own up to how she was feeling. It would just hurt him. And she didn’t want to do that.