We're quiet for a few minutes and I hope this will be a rare night Sara falls asleep quickly. My eyes won't close though. I keep them on the door, seeing Mom in here with her. This is why Mom would never drink when Sara's home. She'll always be ready to take care of my little sister whenever she needs it, which is what really matters to me.
"Story," Sara whispers.
"Can't sleep?"
Her head shakes against my shoulder. Another groan tries to crawl up my throat, but I push it down. I grab a few books out of the basket by her bed, along with the flashlight she keeps on her table. There's a nightlight, too, but it's not bright enough for me to read. "Don't tell Mom or we'll get in trouble." Which is a lie since Mom keeps a monitor in here, so I know she'll hear us anyway. Sara tries to reply, but it's one of her too-happy-to-speak-mumbles.
And, of course, it's a Barney book, but I don't care. I read her six of them until she finally falls asleep.
***
"Do you have plans after practice today?" Mom asks as I shovel a bite of Cookie Crunch into my mouth. Whoever the genius is who thought of turning chocolate chip cookies into cereal is my hero.
"I don't think so. What's up?"
"I have to go see your grandfather tonight. I didn't plan on it, but one of the nurses called me. She wants me to come in and talk to her."
Heat rolls over me. "Verbally abusing someone else, I'm sure. He doesn't deserve any favors from you, Mom." How much does she think she can put on her shoulders? She's got enough to worry about without having to deal with the abusive asshole that made her childhood hell.
"He’s old and he's lonely. He misses Mom. He doesn't mean what he says."
"His whole life? And if he cares enough to miss her, maybe he should have treated her better. What was his excuse when—"
"Carter!" She holds up a hand, her voice shaking. "I don't have time for this. He's my dad. It's my responsibility to take care of him. I'm going to need your help because I don't want to leave Kira alone at the shop when she's still learning the ropes. I thought maybe you could go help her if she needs it."
It takes a couple minutes for me to calm down enough to think. Ignoring the fact that I really wish she'd tell the asshole adios, my mind goes to what she asked. This sounds like a terrible idea. Not that I don't want to go—actually it's that I do that makes me know I shouldn't. First, Mel gets all grumpy when it comes to other girls and we've been fighting enough lately. Second, well, I kind of want to see this girl and I'm thinking a guy shouldn't want to see another girl this much when he has a girlfriend. I have enough drama in my life already.
"I don't know... I should probably do some homework." Actually, what I should do is take the probably out of that sentence because there's no question—I need to do some homework. A lot of it. And I'm going to make myself this time, no matter what.
"You can do it at the store. You've done it before. She might not even need you, but I don't feel comfortable leaving her alone on her first day."
Ugh. I'm not feeling this, but it's not like I'd ever tell her no. "Fine. Whatever. But if I flunk out of high school, it's your fault."
Mom stills. "You're not really failing any of your classes, are you, Carter?"
Yes. "I'm not gonna fail anything." I've pulled my grades up before; I can do it again.
"You better not." She kisses my forehead. "Thanks, kid. I don't know what I'd do without you. You're growing up way too fast." She looks at me, a little sad for a second, and then pulls away to call for my sister. "Sara! Come on, sweet pea. We need to get you to school." And then to me. "See you around six. I love you."
"Later, Ma." Her words stick with me. She's right. This is my last year at home. I don't know why I've never really thought about it before. What's she going to do when I'm gone? What's Sara going to do?
Trying to ignore those thoughts, I toss my bowl in the sink. Five minutes behind them, I'm out the door and on my way to school, too. Wondering how I'm going to get my work done, help Kira, and keep my relationship in one piece.
***
"Dude, why can't basketball last for six hours and school for one and a half?" Travis collapses next to me in the grass. He has a bag of chips in his hand and that's all there is to his lunch.
"I'd be game with that." I grab a handful of chips out of his bag.
"I swear, all you guys care about is basketball." Mel rolls her eyes and Trina agrees with her.
"Seriously. There's more to life than ball. It's ridiculous."
"Hey, I care about other stuff. Food, TV—ouch." Laughing, I try to dodge Mel's punch. "I'm kidding. I care about you, too. You're right behind food, and TV—ouch." She pinches me this time, but she's smiling.
"Not me, Trin. You're above TV for me," Travis adds. Lucky for him, his girlfriend only shakes her head rather than assaulting him.
"Whatever." Crossing her arms, Mel turns her back to me.
"I'm kidding." I wrap my arms around her and pull her to my lap. "You're way better than that stuff." I nuzzle her. "Hey...want to come to the shop with me after practice? Mom wants me to help out the new girl she hired."
I'm iffy on whether or not this is a good idea. Mel and Kira don't seem like the type that will get along, but I'm hoping it will cut down the chance of anymore drama in my life. Carter and drama don't mix.
" You have to go in? Everyone's getting together tonight!" She pulls away and sits up. "Can't you tell her you have plans?"
My tongue hurts from how hard I have to bite down on it not to snap at her. "Mel, if she asks me to go, it's because she needs my help. I can't just tell her no."
"Whatever. You only want to see me when it fits your schedule. That's not fair, Carter."
Open mouth. Withdraw tongue from between teeth. "I'm pretty sure I said Mom needs my help. I didn't purposely make plans without you. Actually, I'm pretty sure I invited you. Just like I tried to see you last night." Why does she have to be like this? My life is a whole lot different than Mel's and she knows that. My Mom doesn't make a million dollars a year. I have obligations. Responsibilities. She's always been bitchy about it because she just doesn't get it, but this is too much. I try to understand that it's not the kind of life she leads. Why can't she do the same?
"You're coming with us tonight, aren't you, Trav?" Trina asks. He looks at me, back at her, then me again. I nod my head to let him know he doesn't have to have my back this time.
Kira says from beside us, "Carter?"
How long has she been standing there? My pulse kicks up and I'm not sure if it's because I'm grateful for interruption, or if I fear an atomic bomb might go off now. I almost want to walk away from them all right now. Mel, Trina, Kira, even Travis, just so I can breathe.
"Hey, Kira." Shielding the sun from my eyes, I look up at her. "What's up?"
"Does Sara spell her name with an 'h' at the end?"
Huh? Why would she want to know that? "Why?"
Mel clears her throat.
"I'm making something for her and I want to make sure I spell it right." She crosses her arms and looks down on me like it should be obvious or something. I toss a glance at Mel, who is scowling. Travis has a smirk on his face. Whatever. This is about my sister.