Taking her small pale hand in his mocha one, he shakes her hand gently and smiles, “I didn’t want to interrupt the show you were putting on.” Her face flames further and he chuckles, “I’m Julius.”
Nervous Lexi decides to make an appearance, and she rambles, “Like Doctor Hibbert. You know that strange doctor from The Simpsons?” Her eyes widen. “Not that you’re strange! He is! Doctor Hibbert, that is. You are not. I mean, you may be, but I don’t know you. Doctor Hibbert does that thing where he laughs at all the wrong times at things that aren’t funny, and it’s really awkward.” Julius looks down at her rambling self with a creased brow as if he’s not sure if she’s for real, and Lexi adds quietly, “Just like I’m making this conversation right now...” She trails off.
But Julius put her out of her misery with a grin, “I love The Simpsons. I still watch it to this day.”
And just like that, Lexi has found a kindred spirit. She smiles huge, “Me too! It’s my guilty pleasure. I don’t think there’s a life situation out there that doesn’t have a Simpsons line attached to it.”
I don’t get The Simpsons. I don’t really like watching TV. But I watch The Simpsons with Lexi. That way I can see her laugh. And I like to watch her laugh.
I butt in with, “I don’t get that show.”
Lexi shoots me a disgruntled look and opens her mouth to speak, but Julius cuts her off. “You don’t have to get anything, man. It’s stupid humor. Slapstick. It don’t gotta make sense.”
Lexi’s eyes turn dreamy as she looks up at Julius. “Exactly! That’s what makes it so funny!”
Julius laughs, “Damn, woman. You’re my type of chick.” Lexi blushes, and he laughs again, “So what’s your name, singing bird?”
Shit.
Lowering her eyes in embarrassment, she answers quietly, “Alexa Ballentine. But people call me Lexi. I’d like if you called me Lexi.”
Recognition causes his eyes to flash.
Dropping her hand a little too quickly, his eyes widen a moment before he looks down at her, forcing a smile, and says distantly, “Nice to meet you, Lexi. I hope to see you again. I was just on my way out and need a quick word with Twitch.” Her face falls at his sudden change in behavior and his obvious dismissal. Julius spots it and grins widely, “Work stuff, you know?”
Forcing a smile, she says with false cheer, “Yeah. I know. Speaking of which, I have to get back to it. So if you’ll excuse me.”
Soon as we’re back in my lounge room, he starts.
Turning, his eyes pin me down and hold me where I stand. “You are out of you ever-loving mind, brother.” The way he just said brother is like I am anything to him but that. “Please tell me you’re not goin’ through with this, man.” I don’t say a word. I don’t need to explain myself to anyone. I see fear for Lexi shine brightly in his eyes. “She’s a nice girl, Twitch. She’s not what you’ve made her out to be in your fucked-up head. She’s not your enemy.” If any other person ever called me fucked up in the head, I’d pop ‘em right in the nose. Not even a joke. Pointing out to the door, he barks, “Look at her! She sings while she types! She talks about The Simpsons like they’re her religion! She doesn’t deserve it, man. Don’t do it.”
Looking all too bored, I reply, “Is that all, brother?”
Disappointment flashes on his face, but he covers it quickly. Standing, he looks at me indifferently. “Yeah. That’s all. I’m out.”
Then he’s gone.
Nope. I don’t like it.
This is the first disagreement I’ve had with Julius in years. It makes my gut churn. I don’t care about disappointing people. But Julius isn’t people.
He’s family.
I need to clear this up. Stat.
Standing, I make haste, rushing into the hall, down the steps, and out the front door. I catch him just as he steps into his silver Mercedes Kompressor. I call out, “Wait.”
Sitting, he closes the car door and lowers the window. “What?”
I don’t know what to say here. Julius knows me better than anyone. He’s had it worse than I have in a lot of ways, and even though he’s my friend, I was always jealous that he managed to keep it together when I couldn’t. I hated him for that for a long time. I’ve since made my peace with life.
“I love her.”
Staring straight ahead, I see his eyes flash with surprise. He looks ahead a long while before asking, “For reals love? Or I-like-fucking-her-so-much-that-I-think-it’s-love love?”
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sigh. “The first one.”
“If you love her, you won’t hurt her.”
I scoff, “It’s bound to happen, don’t you think? She doesn’t know yet, Jay! She doesn’t know my name. She doesn’t know why I want her. She doesn’t even know I hired…” Shit. I can’t even say it.
He finishes my last sentence for me. “She doesn’t know you hired a man to violate her.”
Swallowing hard, I suddenly feel ill.
Approaching the car window, I kneel by the side and whisper, “I needed an in. It was the only way…”