He stood. “You know what? I’m not going to lecture you because it’s your life. But I seem to remember a guy I looked up to once giving some really good advice to someone else. ‘If you’re not living life the way you want, you’re dying anyway.’”
I shook my head. “Yeah, and look what that got him.”
CHAPTER 22
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Max
Ten years ago
“What the hell?” I handed my brother a red Solo cup. “Do you not like my girlfriend or something?”
“What are you talking about?”
I thumbed over my shoulder. “Teagan just left. She seemed upset. I saw you guys together while I was stuck talking to Coach. It looked like you were arguing.”
It was the BU end-of-the-hockey-season barbeque, and I’d invited both Austin and Teagan. She had to be at the hospital later, but she’d said she could hang out for an hour or two before her shift started. Yet she’d disappeared twenty minutes in, after my brother got done talking to her.
He drank his beer. “We weren’t arguing.”
“Then what were you talking about?”
“What were we talking about?”
I looked around. “Is there an echo in here? Yeah. What was the topic of your conversation?”
Austin looked away and shrugged. “Nothing.”
“Well, your mouths were moving, so I’m pretty sure there were some words spoken.”
My brother shook his head. “I don’t know. I guess we were talking about school.”
“What about it?”
“I don’t remember. And why am I getting the third degree?” My brother raised his arms in the air. “You’re just in a bad mood because you lost your last game this morning.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Try to make this about me. We had a great season. It was just an off game with a lot of guys out hurt at the end of the year. I shook it off. I was actually in a good mood—thought it would be nice to get to hang with my brother, who seems to have avoided me the last six weeks. Which is funny, because six weeks also happens to be the amount of time I’ve been seeing my new girlfriend—you know, the one I just saw him yelling at but he’s trying to pretend never happened.”
Austin looked back and forth between my eyes. “It was nothing, okay?”
“Then why the hell can’t you tell me what nothing was?”
Austin rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know. I guess we also were talking about politics.”
“Politics?”
“Yeah, I’m for universal healthcare, and she’s against it. It lowers the salaries for doctors.”
I searched his face. “Seriously? Why wouldn’t you just say that then?”
“I don’t know. It slipped my mind.”
“It slipped your mind?”
“Yeah. Can you please stop repeating everything I say?”
I searched Austin’s face. Something was weird, but maybe he was just grumpy in general lately and the problem wasn’t with Teagan. “Is something else going on, bro? You seem off.”
“I’m fine. Just a lot of pressure. The dual architecture and architectural engineering program is a lot to handle, especially at the end of the year with finals coming up and projects due.”
I nodded. “Alright. Sorry. It’s beautiful out, the food is free, and the beer is cold. Let’s just have a good time.”
Austin smiled, but I still felt something odd between us. Nevertheless, we managed to move past it and enjoy the afternoon. Later that night, I went home, and Teagan came over after her shift ended. She liked to shower right away, so she hopped in mine since she’d come directly here. We talked through the open door.
“How was the barbeque?” she asked.
“Good. My brother managed to lighten up. Sorry if he’s been a dick to you lately. He said he’s just stressed.”
“Did he…say about what?”
“Classes.”
Teagan paused. “Oh…okay.”
Again, that weird feeling was back—like something was going on between the two of them. But I knew my brother would never do that to me. That wasn’t a question in my mind. Still…something was there.
I stood in the doorway, listening to the shower water hit the tub. “So…uh, what were you and Austin talking about before you left? It looked like things were getting a little heated.”
“We, um, were talking about sports. You know how us native New Englanders get about our teams.”