Page 3 of Our Moon (JACT #1)

“Did she bail before or after the accident?” I wonder out loud.

“Not really sure. You hadn’t been spending much time with her before, at least that I noticed.

You spent most of your time with us. Lucy came to the hospital after the accident and she visited with us a few times while you were in ICU.

But then the doctors said ‘coma’ and a couple weeks went by…

she just stopped coming. She never visited you when you were at the long-term care facility. ”

“Oh.” How sad. Here I am, fresh out of a coma, no memories and apparently no friends. Thank God I have my brothers.

“She went away to college, California, I think,” he continues. “So that could be why she disappeared. And then we were on our tour so I don’t know if she ever came back to North Carolina. Haven’t seen her around. That’s the band,” he points to the picture of him and Trevor with the two guys.

“Chase and Joey,” I say, remembering their names from Alex and Trevor’s ridiculous and hilarious stories. They must be some group when they are all together.

“Yep,” Alex smiles. “That one’s Joey,” he points to the shortest of the four, the one with the beard.

“And that’s Chase,” he points at the blue-eyed blond, between Trevor and Alex in height.

Both are attractive, but Chase… Chase is gorgeous.

Those eyes. I half expect to see the sun shining in them; they are the perfect color of sky.

“Will I meet them?” I hope I will meet him .

“Heck, yeah,” Alex grins and nods.

“In due time,” Trevor says from the doorway. I spin quickly to look at him, I didn’t realize he was standing there. He had brought up the last of my bags from the car and they were sitting by his feet in the doorway. “We don’t want to overwhelm you, and, well, they can be overwhelming. ”

“ Joey can be overwhelming,” Alex corrects. “Chase doesn’t do anything.”

“He doesn’t do anything?” I question, beginning to feel like a parrot.

“Chase is the strong, silent type,” Trevor says. “Joey has the energy of a toddler. Bet you can guess who was friends with who first?” I laugh, the descriptions of Joey and Chase are just as I’ve described Alex and Trevor in my head.

“You’ll probably see Chase around here sooner rather than later, though,” Trevor informs me. “He lives in the apartment over the garage.”

I nod; I won’t exactly mind seeing him around. At least, I don’t think I would mind. Can’t tell them that though.

“They know to give you some time,” Alex adds. “But I also know they’re just dying to see you, so don’t be surprised if we’re ambushed. They’ve missed you, too. Joey’s wife, Evie, is really looking forward to having another chick around.”

“Was I friends with Evie?” I ask. I don’t recall the name being connected with any pictures in the albums they had shared.

But they may have mentioned it once or twice.

I am experiencing information overload no matter how simply they convey information to me.

But at least I’m not overwhelmed or anxious. Just processing. Always processing .

“No, you’ve never met her. She and Joey met at one of the stops on the tour and have been inseparable ever since,” Trevor answers.

“Crazy ass shit,” Alex shakes his head in mock disgust. “That girl’s a firecracker though, a lot like you actually.”

“Yeah, you two will probably get along great,” Trevor agrees. “Which will be good for both of you since neither of you really know anyone around here.” He winces, “Sorry. That was a little callous.”

I shake my head. “No, it wasn’t; it’s the truth. I don’t really know anyone, not yet anyway. It’ll be nice to make a new girlfriend since apparently my old one has disappeared. Lucy,” I add when he tilts his head in question. He nods in response, looking sad for me.

Alex walks over to the bedroom door and stops beside Trevor. “Enough of this heavy shit. I’m going to put my shorts on and get in the pool.”

“We have a pool?” I ask, my eyes wide. I’m not really sure why this excites me so much.

“Yep, it used to be your favorite place.” Well, maybe that explains it.

I look at Trevor, worrying my lower lip between my teeth. “I don’t know if I can swim. ”

Alex lets out a great big laugh and clutches his stomach. “You were an award-winning swimmer! Of course you can swim.”

“But what if I don’t remember how?” I cringe as I hear my own whine. But I’m seriously nervous about getting in the pool. I want to, so badly, but is swimming just like riding a bike? You never forget? Or will I get in the water and sink like a lead weight?

“Only one way to find out,” Trevor smiles. “Check your dresser drawers, one is bound to be full of swimsuits.”

Trevor spins around and closes my bedroom door behind him.

I turn and look around the room slowly, taking everything in a second time.

I like the room, the colors and the furniture.

I can see myself being comfortable here.

It’s all still a bit overwhelming, but at least I have a sense of comfort.

That’s got to be important. Dr. Moody did tell me to trust my gut.

I walk over to the narrow dresser and open up the top drawer.

Bingo, full of swimsuits. He wasn’t kidding, I must have been a fish in my previous life.

I dig through and pull out the most modest one I can find, a black tankini suit.

The color is going to completely drown out my pale skin, but whatever.

It’s not like I need to dress to impress my brothers.

Little did I know…