“Ry? My spidey sense is vibrating like my rabbit, girl. What’s going on?”
“I need to figure some stuff out. Then I promise I’ll talk about it.”
“Seriously, do I need to get my shovel?”
“No. But I think we both need to have a little discussion.”
Luna didn’t answer, which of course was all I needed to know.
“Looks like we both have some tea to spill,” Luna said finally.
“With all of the wine. I don’t think tea will cover it.”
“Are you sure you can do this trip with Hurricane Rainbow alone?”
“No.” I laughed. “But I think I need to. I need to ground myself. I’m a freaking mess about everything.”
“I hate this. You should let me come over.”
“Rainbow is gassing up the Rainbow Mobile and we’re heading out.” It probably wouldn’t be that quick, but if I saw Luna right now, I’d just turn into a blubbering mess.
“Make sure you at least text me while you’re on the road, so I can make sure you’re all right.”
“Yeah. I will.” My eyes were stinging, but I didn’t cry.
There was nothing really to cry about. I just had to get a handle on the chaos inside me.
All of it.
“Take care of you,” Luna said, her voice wavering.
“Take care of you,” I replied.
I set my hand on top of the laptop, pushing PMS out of my head. I needed a little space from him. From him and I together especially. It felt like too much too soon. I’d known him for days. Not even weeks. Literally days and I was so damn twisted up about him.
This wasn’t me. Not at all. I wasn’t the girl to swing full on into…
Nope.
No.
Definitely not the L-word.
No way.
That was my mother. Not me. Never me.
I picked up my laptop and plugged it in to charge. I had things to do before my mother got back.
Twenty-Four
Rainbow’s version of car tunes included a tape deck from 1987, and I was pretty sure most of the tapes were from about the same timeframe. Didn’t CDs trump cassette tapes by then?
Not in the Rainbow Mobile evidently. I now had listened to a random mix of Bon Jovi, Whitesnake, and a detour into the 70s with some Led Zeppelin and Fleetwood Mac.
It had been a long damn trip out of the city.
Drawing on the Airstream was…interesting. I’d given up about two hours into the first leg of our trip. No amount of noise-cancelling headphones could combat Rainbow’s singing. At least this was one of my favorite songs from Zep.