Four Summers

About three seconds after I knock on Brandon’s door, he tells me to come in. The first thing I do is blurt out, “Charlotte and Alec are here.” Wow…way to freak out.

“What? Here?” Brandon pushes to his feet, looking even more tripped out than I feel. What the hell is up with that?

“Not at our house, dumbass. In New York. Why do you look like you’re going to puke? Your football buddy is here. And, you know, the guy who kissed Charlotte when I was with her.”

“You weren’t really with her,” Brandon tosses back.

“How do you know? It’s not like I ever told you anything. We were though.” In a way I feel like I’ve always been with her. It doesn’t make sense because she’s gone out with other guys and me with other girls, but even back then, I knew she was the one for me.

Brandon rolls his eyes. “Yeah, until you got home and realized your girlfriend lived a thousand miles away.”

My brother’s words light a fuse under my barely controlled anger. “Fuck you, bro. It was different with her. Just because you’ve never had anything serious with anyone—”

“Fuck you, too. You don’t know anything about what I have and haven’t had.” Brandon falls back into the chair at his computer desk, still looking a little sick. “And what does that even mean? Just yesterday I asked you if you loved her and you made it sound like she didn’t really matter that much.” His leg is bouncing up and down like it’s on crack.

“Why are we even fighting about this?”

“I don’t know, man. You started it.” Brandon shakes his head. “So…what are they doing here? Did she say anything? I mean, about what happened with her and Alec.”

Opening my mouth, I almost tell him nothing, but then figure it can’t be that bad to talk to him about something. “Kind of. She said she’s not with him and that she never was. She says he just kissed her, which is all stuff she said before. I know there’s more to it than that. Otherwise, things wouldn’t have gone down the way they did.”

Brandon looks at me, really looks like he wants to figure me out. We’re cool, but we’ve never been all that close so I wonder what he sees. Wonder why we don’t really know each other better.

“I believe her,” he says.

I shake my head. “You don’t know her.” Not that there isn’t this part of me who doesn’t know he’s right. I think that’s why I gave in today. Why I told her I want to take her to The Met tomorrow. It’s impossible to really tell her no to anything. “Regardless, I hate Alec and always will. If I see him, I can pretty much promise you I’m taking him out again.”

“But… What if…what if it wasn’t his fault?” Brandon asks. He has his cell in his hand and he’s screwing with it and not looking at me.

“How can it not be his fault? He kissed her, man.”

At that Brandon pushes to his feet. “You have a lot of growing up to do. Things aren’t always as simple as you think they are.”

“I have a lot of growing up to do? Says the guy who doesn’t care about anything but football and getting laid.”

Jerking Brandon’s door open, I slam it before going into my room and falling onto the bed. His words keep playing in my head. He believes her. That things aren’t always cut and dry as I think they should be. Just like that night with Chrissy, I didn’t think of the consequences of telling. Yeah, it was the right thing and I wouldn’t change that, but I never really thought about how it would affect anyone.

This is Charlotte. I know her. I do. And it’s never really fit. If Alec kissed her and she didn’t want to be kissed back, then what was the big secret behind it? That whole night has always been this strange clusterfuck that I can’t piece together to make sense of it.

But I know her.

My brother might be right in at least some ways. Charlotte wouldn’t lie to me. I feel that in every part of me.

Still don’t get why though.

And I can’t help but think my brother got a hell of a lot smarter all of a sudden. I wonder what else there is about him that I don’t know.

We stand at the bottom of the stairs, Charlotte’s eyes practically as big as the building in front of us. People are all around like they always are, sitting on the steps, walking on the street, and taking pictures. I try to see it through her eyes, for the first time with the oversized pillars and the intricate artwork on the upper ledge of the building, but I can’t really do it. Instead I just want to watch her soak it all in. Watch her and wonder what’s happened since I saw her last and then I get a little a

“It’s so…big.” Charlotte smiles and I can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, you can say that.” Then we’re quiet and she’s still soaking it in. “It’s one of my favorite buildings in the city,” I tell her.

Charlotte turns to face me. “It is?”

“Yep.”

“I didn’t know that. Though why would I? It’s not like I know everything about you.”

She knows more than anyone else. “I don’t know everything about you, either.”

“Yes, you do.” Her answer is quick. “As much as someone can know about someone else.” Her words spark all kinds of questions, confusion and a little bit of anger. As if she can sense it, Charlotte changes the subject. “What’s your favorite part about it?”

“The small details.” I point to the top. “It’s simple in a way, not over done like a lot of buildings are, but it has those little pieces to it, those little extras that make it special.”

“Buildings are like your stars. I knew, but I’ve never seen it before.” There’s awe in her voice and in her green eyes that I don’t see or hear from anyone else.

“Yeah… I guess you can say that.”

“Can we go in?” she asks and I suddenly can’t wait to show it to her.

“Come on.” Reflex makes me reach for her hand, but I jerk back before I touch her. If she notices, she doesn’t say anything.

We go inside and Charlotte looks even more amazed than she did standing at the bottom of the stairs. Pictures are on the walls and pieces displayed everywhere. Charlotte leads the way; excited in a way I don’t remember seeing when we were at The Village. It’s a different part of her here, one who is more unsure than she was at home, but eager and anxious to figure it all out.

You wouldn’t think so, but it’s kind of hot. It surprises me that as many times as I’ve seen her and everything we’ve experienced together that there is so much more out there to do.

“Don’t they do lectures and stuff like that too?” she asks.

“For sure. Wa

“Oh my God! Yes!” She moves like she’s going to hug me, but just like I did with her hand earlier, she pulls back.

I just want to put it out there. Ask what the fuck happened to us and how we can get it back.

“Are we going or what?” She smirks, breaking the ice.

To hell with it. Putting my arm around her shoulders, I say, “I don’t remember you being this pushy… Oh, wait. That’s a lie. I do.”

“Nate!” Charlotte tries to pull away, pretending she’s mad, but I hold onto her and keep her close.

“It’s a good thing to always tell the truth, right?” I tease again.

Charlotte crosses her arms. “I don’t remember you being so mean. Oh, wait. Yeah I do.”

We laugh as we keep walking and then we’re not laughing and her head’s on my shoulder and all I can think is it feels like it did at the begi

“So...how ‘bout that Eros, huh?”

Charlotte rolls her eyes.

“You have to admit it’s kind of crazy. I definitely didn’t expect a lecture on Eros, God of Love.” Though maybe I should have.