"What?" he asked.
Candi didn"t answer. She just shook her head slowly, rising up out of her chair.
Kevin was the first to break out of the trance. "Dude, how do you know all that stuff? You sound like you"re reading out of one of our school textbooks or something."
"I read it in various treatises on the subject. I find the topic of the subconscious mind fascinating. I remember most of what I read."
Sarah stood up to leave. "Well, I think a kid who reads about that science stuff just for fun has some serious issues."
"Sarah!" said her mother sharply, before standing up to join her daughter. "Excuse us, please we"re going to go wait out in the lobby. I"m sorry for Sarah"s rudeness, Jonathan."
Jonathan just smiled. "Oh, don"t worry about it Mrs. Peterson. My sister says I have issues all the time. I know not many people my age like to study like I do. See you later."
Kevin laughed. "You"re alright, Jon, you know that? I"m impressed that you know all that stuff. Who knows when it might come in handy? Hey, maybe one of the chicks on the ship will need to know the molecular weight of copper or something."
"The atomic ma.s.s of copper is 63.546, actually," responded Jonathan, eagerly.
"Well, there you go then. It"s in the bag, dude. You"ll have the ladies all over you by the end of the cruise." He stood up and clapped Jonathan on the back, throwing him up against the front of his plate.
"Ooof. Um, thanks. Yeah. Hopefully." He glanced at Sarah"s retreating form trying not to be obvious about it but Candi saw through his pitiful attempts at casualness.
She watched as he shook his head a little but continued to stare at Sarah"s back. Candi prayed he wasn"t entertaining the idea of falling in love with that viper. She was so far out of her brother"s league, they weren"t even on the same planet. She"d eat him alive.
Candi hooked her purse over her shoulder, leaving the restaurant for the lobby. She couldn"t watch her brother be a dork anymore. At least Kevin seemed to be okay with it. He was laughing, but he wasn"t really making Jonathan feel bad. He seemed to look at Jonathan like he was amusing more than anything else. Candi decided this was better than having Kevin see Jonathan as a target of hara.s.sment or bullying. Kevin didn"t seem the type though. Good thing, since Jonathan was an easy target. He always had been, and he"d been teased often enough; but it didn"t seem to bother him overly much.
Once, when a kid at school punched him, Jonathan came home and spent three hours researching bullying and the psychology behind kids who use violence against other kids. Later, he told Candi that he just felt sorry for the bully, now that he knew the problem wasn"t really him, per se. That was when Jonathan was ten years old.
Jonathan was still a kid in some ways, but in others he was amazingly mature beyond his years. Candi wished she could be that nonchalant about high school life. Maybe it was a guy thing or whatever, but she couldn"t be that unaffected.
She entered the lobby thinking about ways she might be able to start up a conversation with Sarah. What can I talk to her about? What do we both like that would be interesting to her? Oh, I know ...
Candi walked up to Sarah who was standing in the lobby next to her bags, examining her fingernails. "So, um, Sarah, hey. Whatcha doin"?"
Sarah dipped her head, looking at Candi above her sungla.s.ses. "Standing here, waiting for the stupid shuttle to bring us to the cruise."
"Oh, yeah. Me too. Um, I was wondering ... what kind of bathing suit did you bring?"
Sarah sighed. "Suit? As in singular? I didn"t bring just one, I brought five, one for each day of the cruise. Didn"t you?"
"Um, no. I just brought one." Candi was so embarra.s.sed. The cruise hadn"t even started, and she"d already apparently committed a fashion faux pas.
"Well, I guess you could buy some in the gift shop on the ship."
"Oh, yeah, that"s what I planned to do. I didn"t have time to shop before we left." The lie came easily to her lips, as she tried to impress Sarah.
"Well, I have all bikinis, of course, all hooked in the back so I can unhook them to avoid tan lines. I hate tie-backs, don"t you? A couple of them have Brazilian bottoms too. My father is going to hate them." She smiled coldly. "So, what type of suit did you bring?" She looked Candi up and down, not bothering to conceal her critical evaluation.
Candi didn"t want to answer. She didn"t know what a Brazilian bottom was, but she was pretty sure it wasn"t something she would wear, especially since she knew it was something Sarah wore to make her dad angry. Candi hadn"t worn a bikini since she was seven years old. She was pretty conservative and a bit self-conscious about her body.
"I have a one-piece. It"s pink."
"A pink one-piece? Are you kidding me? Does it have one of the Disney princesses on it or something? How are you going to get tan in a one-piece?" She lifted up her gla.s.ses, resting them on the top of her head, and stared at Candi incredulously. "h.e.l.lo! We"re going on a cruise ... you don"t wear a one-piece on a cruise, dummy, didn"t you know that?"
Candi felt like shriveling up and dying right there on the spot. How was she supposed to know these things? "No, I didn"t know, actually. I"ve never been on a cruise." Her face was burning red.
"Well, I have, and I can tell you that the only people who wear one-pieces are old ladies and fat people; and you"re neither of those." She put her sungla.s.ses back down over her eyes and opened up a magazine she"d been holding under her arm.
"I"m not? I mean, I know I"m not fat, but I really didn"t think I had a bikini body, I mean, like, at all." I can"t believe I just said that. How pitiful can I be?
Sarah didn"t seem to notice. "You do. You"re just too afraid to show it. You"re repressed. All you have to do is lay off the pancakes for a week and you"ll be fine for bikini season." Then she stopped reading her magazine to look Candi in the eye. "Maybe you can use the cruise to come out of your sh.e.l.l, live a little bit. I plan to." She smiled smugly at Candi, which only made Candi more nervous than she already was. Sarah seemed to have some sort of plan formulated in her mind, and if Candi had come to know her at all in this very short period of time, it probably involved doing something that would give Frank Peterson a stroke.
"Yeah, maybe," Candi replied, noncommittally. She didn"t really enjoy annoying her parents. That usually resulted in being grounded, and she hated being grounded. It meant no after-school activities and no television for a week. It was like a jail sentence where the only thing she could do was go to school or sit in her room.
Without looking up, Sarah said, "I"ll help you shop for a suit on the ship if you want."
Candi seized the opportunity, "Okay, that would be great! Thanks! When?"
"I don"t know. Whenever."
Candi couldn"t help but smile hugely. "Okay, good. Whenever. That sounds great."
"What sounds great?" The voice came from just over her shoulder, causing Candi to leap up and squeak in surprise. She turned around to find Kevin standing right behind her, listening in on their conversation. Thank goodness he"d only heard the tail end of it.
"We were just talking about going shopping together on the ship."
"Oh, G.o.d, you"re going shopping with Sarah?"
Sarah didn"t even look up from her magazine. "We"re going to get her a hot bikini so we can get all the little boys drooling around the pool."
Candi"s face started burning again. "Well, I don"t know about that part."
"Oh, I believe it. I could picture you in a bikini." Kevin backed up to appraise her more frankly. "Yep, no doubt. You could get them drooling." Then he winked at Candi and reached out to pinch her cheek.
Candi stood frozen in place. Her stomach had about a thousand b.u.t.terflies flying around in it. Is he flirting with me? Oh my G.o.d, quick! Think of something witty to say back!
"Um, thanks."
Oh c.r.a.p, what is wrong with me? Why can"t I talk? He"s going to think I"m a brainless idiot!
"Speaking of drooling, somebody get me a napkin." The girls followed the direction of Kevin"s gaze and saw a beautiful Latina girl walking by, looking like she"d just walked off the cover of the Sports Ill.u.s.trated swimsuit edition. She turned her head, catching Kevin"s eye, smiling at him with her perfectly straight, brilliantly white teeth.
Kevin wasted no time taking off, leaving the girls standing alone again in the lobby. They watched him go over, pick up her bag, and walk out the front door of the hotel with her hanging on his arm.
"Typical," said Sarah.
"Yeah," was all Candi could say, dejectedly. To dream that this guy would actually notice her when he was really only interested in women who were so beautiful they made your eyes hurt was a complete waste of time. What had she been thinking? She and Kevin were never going to happen. She was just going to have to crush on him from afar and hope that someday, life would be different for her.
"What"s your problem?" Sarah asked, picking up on Candi"s sad vibe.
"Oh, nothing."
"You sound depressed."
"I"m not. Really."
"Huh. Whatever you say. I know depressed when I hear it." She let Candi get away with her little white lie, and went back to her magazine. A couple seconds later, she smiled, somewhat deviously. Candi looked away, not wanting to see anymore. She was afraid Sarah was going to figure out her deep, dark secret her crush on Kevin.
Sarah reached out and casually hit Candi on the shoulder with the back of her hand. "I wouldn"t waste my time on him. He doesn"t get serious with girls, and he never goes out with the smart ones, even if they are cute."
Candi stood there in horror, realizing that Sarah was on to her, somehow having figured out that Candi was in puppy love. How embarra.s.sing. She couldn"t think of anything to say so decided to go with denial. "Who me? Kevin? Don"t be silly. He"s totally not my type."
"Oh, yeah? So who is your type then?" Sarah asked, a challenge in her voice.
"Well, smart. Of course Kevin is smart, I"m not saying that he isn"t or anything ... "
Sarah raised her eyebrows. "And?"
"And, well, he would be strong and athletic ... which I know Kevin is also, but I"m not talking about Kevin ... "
"Continue ... "
"And he would also be nice and serious, too," she finished lamely, knowing she"d pretty much just described Kevin to a T.
"Alright. Let me get this straight. Even though you just described a person exactly like my brother, he"s not your type. Okay. I get it." She went back to ignoring Candi and reading her magazine.
Candi stood there, alternately staring down at the floor and up at the ceiling. Her strategy to engage Sarah in conversation hadn"t gone exactly as she"d planned; now she was roped into buying a bathing suit that was going to take half of her savings to pay for and probably going to make her feel practically naked and Sarah knew she had a crush on Kevin. Shoot me now.
The shuttle dropped the Petersons and Buckleys off at the port where the cruise ship was docked. The air was already starting to get heavy with the Miami humidity. All of their baggage was piled in front of them. The men found some carts and loaded the bags, as the women headed towards the check-in area.
It was like a huge cattle call. There were hundreds of people families, couples, singles all standing in one giant room that had several agents checking people in at counters on the far side of the high-ceilinged s.p.a.ce. After people checked in, they left their bags with the agents and walked up a ramp that led them out of the reception area, presumably to where the boat was waiting.
The Petersons and Buckleys stood in a group, staring at the ma.s.s of people in front of them.
"Okay, everyone, let"s get in line!" said Frank enthusiastically, a big grin plastered on his face.
Sarah rolled her eyes, watching as her brother grabbed a cart of luggage and started pushing. Jonathan tried to do the same, but he wasn"t making much progress. His cart was really loaded down. Candi moved over to help him, and together they wrangled it over to the nearest line. Angela and Candace followed directly behind them. Glen had his nose buried in a cruise brochure and didn"t realize he was being left behind. Sarah strolled behind the group, wishing she wasn"t with them.
"Dad, come on!" yelled Jonathan.
Sarah looked back and saw Glen glance up at the sound of his name, lost. Seconds later, realization that he was alone dawned on his face.
He hurried over to join them in line. "Oops, sorry about that. I was just reading the technical brochure. Did you know that this ship was recently retrofitted with new Wartsila diesel-electric generators to reduce fuel consumption?"
Everyone but Jonathan stared at Glen with empty looks. "Oh, yes, I did read that. It"s exciting. I wonder if we"ll be able to tell any difference."
Glen chuckled. "It"s not likely, son, since we"ve never been on a cruise ship before."
"Yeah, I guess you"re right." Father and son shared a smile.
Sarah couldn"t help but stare at them. They were like aliens in her world. A kid who got along with his dad like that? The look on her face said it all that is just not natural.
Sarah looked over at Candi and noticed a mutinous expression on her face. She"d been watching Sarah carefully. Candi looked over at Sarah"s father, barely disguising her dislike before looking back at her father.
"Cool, Dad."
Mr. Buckley smiled at his daughter. "So, Gumdrop, what"s the first thing you"re going to do when we get on board?"
"I don"t know. Maybe explore a little bit?"
"Actually, Gumdrop," interrupted Kevin, "you have to stick around your room and get ready for the muster." He wiggled his eyebrows up and down at her and smiled.
"Muster? What"s that?"
Jonathan jumped in to answer. "The muster drill is when all of the people who are onboard the ship respond to the call, which is seven short blasts of the ship"s horn followed by one long blast, to report to their lifeboats with life jackets on. It"s like a practice run for a sinking ship situation. International law requires that it be conducted within twenty-four hours of departure. The captain of the ship is required to instruct the pa.s.sengers on the escape routes and use of life vests," he paused a millisecond to take a breath, "and you have to stay totally silent during the drill so you can hear what the captain is saying." He smiled at the group that was now standing around him with their eyes glazed over.
"Okaaaay," responded Candi. "Thanks for that very complete answer."
"You"re welcome," responded Jonathan cheerfully.
Kevin chuckled under his breath.
Sarah pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose, as if she were fighting off a headache. "Seriously, Jonathan, you need a hobby or something." He couldn"t be more textbook nerd than he was. She didn"t know whether to be fascinated or irritated.
The adults turned their focus to checking in the families, their turn finally coming up. Once that was done and all the bags identified and stowed away with the agents, they followed the crowds walking to the ship.
Candi kept glancing back towards the bags with a concerned look on her face.
"Don"t worry they"ll deliver them right to our rooms. When we"re done with the muster, they"ll be there," said Kevin.
"Oh, yeah, okay. That makes sense."
"Why"d you look so worried? Are you carrying some contraband in there or something?"
"What?! Oh, my G.o.d, no." She was all fl.u.s.tered.
He started laughing at her, but not in a mean way. Sarah was intrigued by the look on her brother"s face. It"s almost as if he was ... charmed or something.
"Oh, you were joking."
"Yeah, I was joking. I"ll bet you"ve never even touched anything remotely considered contraband in your entire life, right?"
Candi looked down as she walked, not answering right away. Sarah could tell she was embarra.s.sed and wrestling with some inner demons. She wished she could read the mouse"s mind.
"Yeah, you"re right. Never."
Kevin patted her shoulder. "Good for you. Don"t get mixed up in that stuff. Stay straight. It"s not good for the body or the mind and you"ve got a good thing going on there." He smiled lecherously.