Page 6 of Love is a Dance Step
She’d seen that. The news was everywhere. Drew Stone, the hometown boy who’d made it was a big deal. “Yeah?” She’d considered getting tickets to his concert, but they sold out within an hour. Not only was Drew coming to town, but British rocker Noah Clarke was a part of his tour. “And how do we feel about this?”
Asher sighed. “Well, I managed to avoid him most of this summer when he was in town.”
“Drew was here this summer?” She didn’t know why it hurt that Asher hadn’t mentioned it. He was weird about his famous brother, almost… jealous. She was always careful not to let him know she listened to Drew’s music or that she pored over YouTube videos to see him dancing, memorizing every step.
Asher shrugged. “Does Lucia have any ice cream?” He slid from the stool and opened the freezer.
“There’s probably some macha.”
“Gross.” He shut the freezer.
Lola raised one brow. “You know… your mom keeps an entire freezer full of ice cream.”
“Yeah, but then I have to listen to my sisters’ chatter constantly.”
She loved his sisters. Standing, she gathered their plates and took them to the sink. “So, you were saying about your brother.”
He pulled himself up onto the counter next to the sink. “Mom says I have to go to the concert.”
Lola gave him a deadpan stare. “Oh, poor baby. It must be hard to have to go to the most sought after concert in town. I feel really bad for you.”
“You don’t know Drew.” He sighed.
She didn’t, not really. Despite practically being a member of the Stone family, she barely knew the oldest brother. He was around when she was a kid but always on the peripheral, never really part of her life. By the time she was eight, he’d left for L.A. He came home to visit his family, but she wasn’t family.
“Are you ever going to tell me what happened between you two?” She poked his knee.
“I mean…” He scratched the back of his head. “It’s not like anything happened. We just grew apart.”
“You idolized him when we were kids.”
“I did not,” he snapped.
She backed away from him. “Whatever you say, Ash.”
He jumped from the counter and followed her down the hall to her bedroom. She pushed open the door, revealing her perfectly ordered space. A white carpet spanned the hardwood floor underneath the double bed with a turquoise comforter. Her room was her sanctuary. Everything had a place.
“You’re such a neat freak.” Asher laughed.
She scowled over her shoulder at him. “Take your shoes off.”
He did as she asked before collapsing onto her bed in his damp clothes. Some days, she struggled to understand why she had these feelings that wouldn’t go away. Asher was kind of a selfish prick. She had no delusions about that.
“Off the bed.” She crossed her arms.
He ignored her and turned onto his back. “So, you coming with me or what?”
“Coming with you…”
“To the concert. Didn’t I ask? Mom got an extra ticket for you. It’s Saturday though, so if you have to work I can find someone else.”
She couldn’t help thinking he hoped she’d turn him down so he could bring a date instead, but it just so happened she could be free Saturday if she begged her boss for a night off. The studio wouldn’t say no to her when she never asked for anything. “If you think I’m missing a Drew Stone concert, you’re cracked in the head.” She collapsed beside him on the bed, no longer caring about their damp clothes or hair.
“Ew, gross.” He shrank away from her. “You’re a fan. You never told me that.” He held his hand out. “Give me your phone.”
“What? No.”
“Come on. Don’t make me come and get it.”
