Read Wherever the Dandelion Falls Online
Authors: Lily R. Mason
Tags: #Gay & Lesbian, #Literature & Fiction, #Fiction, #Lesbian, #Women's Fiction, #Contemporary Women, #Teen & Young Adult, #Contemporary Fiction, #Genre Fiction, #Romance
It was a tight fit, and the pool of vomit on the floor and toilet seat made the entire place feel like it was crawling in bacteria. The smell was overwhelming. I felt my stomach curl and worried that I would vomit too. This was the most disgusting thing I'd ever had to do.
The man in the stall was curled partially around the toilet, an empty bar cup loose beside his hand. There was vomit on his shirt and on the floor and on the toilet seat.
Being careful not to touch anything inside the stall, I flipped the lock open and maneuvered my body so I could move back into the slightly-less-disgusting main portion of the bathroom. I was gagging and having trouble breathing. I looked back at the young man on the ground and realized that he was one of the regulars. Tommy, I thought. I was pretty sure that was his name.
"Hey!" I yelled, tapping him firmly on the shoulder, shaking him a bit. "Are you okay?"
Tommy didn't respond.
Terrified that he was drugged or choking on his vomit or — oh god — dead, I looked at the man who had brought me in and gestured toward Tommy's feet. The man stepped forward and we pulled. Completely limp, Tommy's body resisted our efforts, but eventually slid, uncurling into a straight line, until he was lying face-down on the bathroom floor.
I saw his wallet in his back pocket and opened it, hoping to get some identification.
"His name's Tommy," I said, looking at the confident, perky smile on his ID. He looked so sweet and young. Barely twenty-one. "He comes here a lot."
"I know him," the man said, suddenly grim. "I see him at meetings."
Pausing for a moment, I remembered that the man I was talking to never ordered alcohol at the bar. He scored all the perks of being a designated driver, which were mostly free sodas and knowing winks from the bartenders. "Meetings" meant that this man was in AA.
"Shit," the man said, running his hand through his hair. "He almost had six months…"
Realizing that the man beside me had just informed me that Tommy was an alcoholic too, I felt stricken.
I had served Tommy several times tonight. I hadn't even realized what I was doing.
"Should we call 911?" the man asked.
I nodded frantically. I reached for my phone, but realized that it was too loud to hear anyone on the phone, even in the bathroom. "I gotta go outside," I said. "Stay here."
"Do I have to?" the man asked, pinching his nose again.
"If those guys want to keep watch, no," I said, glaring at him and gesturing toward the guys fucking in the far stall.
"Fine," he said.
I dashed out of the bathroom, taking huge gulps of air as I pushed my way toward the door. Gripping my cell phone, I dialed 911 and hit "Call" just as I made it out onto the sidewalk. There were a few dozen drunk boys smoking elegantly up and down the street as I waited for the dispatcher.
"911, what's your emergency?" a lady said with a fatigued, nasal voice.
"I'm an employee at Jules' Bar on Sanchez Street," I said. "We have a customer unconscious in the bathroom."
Feeling my heart start to race as I gave the dispatcher all the information I had, I wished more than anything in the world that I hadn't taken Dave's shift.
There was a sweet, young man lying unconscious on the bathroom floor after blowing his sobriety and it was all my fault.
I entered the coffee shop, clutching my purse to keep me grounded. I didn't know what to expect, except tears. Faye was probably going to cry. I hoped I wouldn't cry too. I didn't like feeling that vulnerable.
When she saw me walk in, she stood, looking relieved.
"Hi," she said, voice low and whispery. "Thanks for coming."
"Of course," I said.
I stiffened a little when she hugged me. It was odd - I used to relax into her arms at every opportunity, but now they seemed foreign.
She pulled out my chair for me and waited until I sat. I saw a cup of cocoa sitting in front of me, and I gave her a grateful nod.
There was an awkward moment of silence while she clasped and unclasped her hands.
"So," she said. "Did you have anything you wanted to ask?"
I kept my gaze locked on my cocoa as I said. "Yeah. But first I feel - I feel I owe you an apology."
"What?"
"I overreacted the other night. I was already a little freaked out and hearing that you outed Callie was the final straw that broke me."
Faye's face shifted from surprised to concerned. "Why were you freaked out?"
I let out a sigh, embarrassed to tell her the truth. "I--I just felt a lot of pressure."
"From me?"
"No," I said. "I was putting it on myself."
"About having sex?"
I bit my lips. "Partly."
Faye's hand lifted toward me. "Why didn't you tell me?"
I gave a guilty shrug. "You were so excited."
"Yeah, but I don't want to do anything you're not totally on board with."
I looked down, still embarrassed and perplexed as to why I was so hesitant to sleep with her. I was intensely attracted to her, and earlier that week I'd had no reason to be hesitant, other than things that had nothing to do with her.
"I know," I said.
Faye kept leaning toward me, brow crinkled in confusion. "You can just say you're not ready. You don't owe me an explanation."
I sat still and gave a little nod. I felt so young, like the embarrassed teenage girl my mom had sat down and lectured on how to say no.
"I don't think it's about sex," I admitted.
"Okay..."
"I think... I just can't do something with my body that doesn't match up with my feelings."
Faye leaned a few inches back, looking worried. "So... you want to just be friends?"
Surprised Faye had interpreted what I'd said as a breakup line, I shook my head. "No, no. I just -- I have a hard time opening up."
Faye reached forward to take my hand, clasping it in hers. "Dating is scary, Riley," she said.
Somehow, talking about how hard it was to be open made me even more embarrassed. "Not for you," I mumbled. "You're so together and so willing to take risks."
"Only because you're worth it."
I warmed with embarrassment at her compliment. "Thank you."
"Don't think I don't have my baggage. I have a lot. Color coordinated to match my purse so it doesn't get lost in the airport."
I gave her an appreciative chuckle.
There was a moment of quiet before she said, "The contents of those suitcases are yours for the viewing, if you're curious."
I took a breath. I had to find some resolution about the Callie situation, otherwise it would plague me for months. "What happened with Callie?"
Faye took a breath too, steeling herself. "We dated for six months. It was great for the first three, and then it went sour. It's tough being in the closet. I thought I was up for it at the time, but I was young and I didn't know how hard it would be. I was naive enough to think she'd eventually make a public statement for HRC or
The Trevor Project
or something. And then she cheated on me, so..."
I nodded, trying to imagine what Faye had been through.
"Did you like dating a celebrity?"
"No. I always had to be fit into her schedule, even though I was working two jobs, too. It was hard."
I tried to imagine what it was like to date someone in secret. I knew that someone like Callie had taken precautions to make sure her secret didn't get out. Those precautions couldn't have been convenient or reassuring to Faye.
"Did you have to sign an NDA?" I asked.
"No," Faye said. "She wasn't as famous when we met. And I don't know if it would have made a difference. They can't prove it was me that outed her."
I felt myself tense up again at the casual nature with which Faye brought up doing something so wrong.
Faye seemed to sense my discomfort and leaned forward, lowering her voice. "I don't want you to think that I'm someone who outs people. I know what I did was wrong. I was just young and dumb and angry. I can't undo it, so I've tried to let it go."
I wanted to believe that Faye had felt stronger remorse at one time. She was right; it had been a long time, and she had been young. I resolved to letting her be flawed and try to move on from something she couldn't change.
Faye leaned forward, lowering her voice to a hush. "I would never, ever out you," she said. Her intensity was overwhelming. "I promise."
I held her gaze because breaking it felt rude and avoidant. Instead, I just said the first thing on my mind: "Trust is hard."
Faye bit her lip and nodded. "If you want to keep dating, we'll figure it out. Somehow."
I reached forward and took her hand. "I do want to keep dating," I said. I felt my nerves surge as I said it. "And I want to try being more open with you."
Faye leaned forward and placed her other hand over mind, protecting it, promising to keep as much of me safe as she could. "I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that. I thought I'd blown it."
I mirrored her gesture and placed my free hand on top of hers so our hands were piled in a protective double-clasp on the table.
"You didn't blow it."
Faye bit her lip and nodded in gratitude. "We'll go slow, okay?" she said. "I'm not even going to bring up sex. You tell me when you're ready."
I nodded, glad to have that particular issue off the table for now.
It was quiet for a moment, and as I looked at her, I saw some of the unsteadiness and anxiety she claimed she had. She seemed more human, and I felt the need to reassure her. So, because it was true, I said, "I want to kiss you."
She gave me a shy smile.
"Right now," I said. "Where everyone can see."
Her grin grew wider until finally she extracted her hand from between mine and reached over the table, leaning forward as she rose from her seat just far enough to cup my cheek and bring our lips together for a moment. It was sweet and gentle and assured me I was doing the right thing. Her kisses, no matter what kind, were still exciting. I knew someday soon I'd be ready for more.
But in that moment, I was content to hold her hand and prepare for my first adult experience of being open.
I made up an excuse not to go out to the bar with Justine the following night. I couldn't handle facing Faye knowing she was engaged to Isaiah, much less try to act happy for her. She hadn't called or even texted me to say that she'd accepted the proposal. Perhaps it was better that way. She probably realized how I felt about her that morning she tried to make me pancakes and got scared. It served me right for liking someone off-limits.
When I went back to work, I put my discomfort with Callie's advances behind me. Faye was moving forward with her life, and I needed to do the same. I was going to put more effort into being Callie's friend. We'd both been at Jez for a while and knew the ins and outs of the place. She wasn't out to her parents as a stripper, either. Neither of us had kids or partners, so it made sense for us to hang out.
So I invited her to come to movie night with me and Justine. She accepted with enthusiasm, showing up with a bottle of nice bourbon. That was harder than anything Justine and I usually drank, but we figured we could rise to the occasion.