WHO: Kaden, Cathal, Marcie later WHEN: Friday afternoon WHERE: Marcie's family home, Cathal's later WHAT: Breathe in that oily air and make a new brother friend WARNINGS: None
Kaden tried to behave. Really. Tried not to be a little shit once he realised that Marcie was probably apologising to her family for his behaviour and that idea was mortifying. It meant squashing down the urge to react whenever any of them did something like… Celeste telling Leo to put on sunblock before he went outside or Marco asking the kids to set the table, ordinary things that the boys complained about that made Kaden want to scream. They’d never ‘set the table’ at home because the table was usually covered in engine shit and they just ate around it or on the couch in front of the television, and no one ever tried to get Kaden to put on an extra layer of sun protection before going outside.
It meant squashing down the urge to react whenever Celeste ran her hair over Marcie’s hair in a way that said ‘look at my beautiful girl’ or whenever Marco slung an arm around her shoulders and told her she was a smart cookie, and that he was proud of her.
Family shit. He couldn’t handle family shit. It tore him up.
Right now Marco was out doing the big shop and had taken both the boys with him (Kaden had been ‘sleeping’ when they left, lying in his bedroom listening to the sounds of the house with one ear, Drake in the other) and Celeste was having a girls only conversation with Marcie (Kaden assumed, cos the door had been shut when he went out to pee.) Aside from the air conditioning and the dishwater running, the house was pretty quiet, so when he heard a clang from the garage it stood out.
He lay there a bit longer, trying to decide if he should get up and investigate. Was he bored enough? Yeah he felt bored enough, but maybe he’d wait till the song finished and see what the next one was. If it wasn’t a good one, he’d get up. It wasn’t a bad way to make choices, really. Give himself two options, work out which one was shittiest, take the other.
Drake sang Kiki, do you love me? Are you riding? Say you'll never ever leave from beside me and Kaden pulled his earphone out. He’d heard Tragos mutter to Marcie once, privately, a promise ride or die and Kaden couldn’t, he couldn’t listen to this song right now. The sun was streaming in over his bed and the sky outside was so blue and he couldn’t think about people never ever leaving.
So he went down to investigate the garage, but he put one of his earphones back in, though his phone wasn’t playing anything, for appearances sake. He didn’t want to look too nosy, or like he cared much at all.
In Marcie’s garage, Cathal was bent over the engine of the hot rod, and the smell of it was so familiar Kaden could’ve been back at home, working on the car, side by side with Tragos. This car was really old though, nothing like any of the ones round the hole, but the smell was the same. Kaden lingered in the doorway between the laundry and garage, and sucked it deep into his lungs.