CHAPTER 12
Matthew Watkins My visit to the O.K. Corral was…well…
Finn Is God I “Facebook like” you, but I’m not IN “Facebook like” with you.
Julie Seagle A typical espresso only has 1/3 the caffeine of a regular-size cup of coffee, so all you snobs can bite me. I can out-caffeine you any day. Of course, I can’t pretend to be a giant using a non-giant’s cup, but I’ll deal.
Julie checked the clock in Matt’s room. She still had half an hour to kill before Seth picked her up, and she’d been hanging out in Matt’s room, hoping to distract herself before her date. So far he hadn’t been very chatty, but at least he didn’t seem to mind that she was in there pestering him. Celeste was reading The Great Gatsby aloud to Flat Finn, Erin was having dinner with colleagues, and Roger had already left for his shrimp-study trip. The family was used to his frequent traveling by now, and nobody had made a fuss about his departure. Julie, however, had slipped a “Have a good trip!” card into his briefcase. Julie knew that her own father couldn’t be with her as much as he would choose, and so she wanted to let Roger know that she was supportive and understanding. Both were fathers who loved their children, but work demands were work demands.
Just as he’d promised, Seth had called a few days after they met to get directions to the house. He was taking her to a restaurant downtown and then to a late showing at the Omni Theater, located in the Museum of Science.
She flopped back down on Matt’s bed and tried to pay attention to her copy of Voltaire’s Candide. It was hard to focus knowing that Seth would be there soon. Julie had never gone out with someone on a formal date before. Not that they were actually going anywhere formal, obviously, but it felt a bit old-fashioned to have a scheduled day and time to be picked up by a boy. High school had been much more about just hanging out together. Everything then had felt so casual and relatively meaningless—based mostly on convenience. This date felt different. Seth had gone out of his way to ask her out, and Julie liked that.
She watched Matt squint seriously at his computer as though at any moment he was about to make a breakthrough discovery that would earn him the Nobel Prize for some incomprehensible scientific digital-magnetic-opti-something or other. Well, if he won, she would valiantly take him clothes shopping so that he could attend the awards ceremony in something besides the awful shirt that he had on.
“Matt?”
“Yeah?” he said distractedly.
“Let’s discuss your choice of attire for the evening.”
Matt hit the touchpad a few times. “Really? What aspects would you like to discuss?”
“Let’s discuss how lame it is.”
“That doesn’t sound like the opening of a discussion. It sounds as if you’ve already made up your mind about how you feel, so I’m not sure what’s left to discuss.”
Julie rolled onto her side. “I’d like to hear the thought process you went through when selecting that shirt. Let’s face it, there are thousands of clothing options out there for you to choose from, and yet, despite many stylish shirts that could flatter you, you selected that one. So I’d like to hear what led to the purchase. Ready? Go.”
Matt backed his swivel chair from the desk and turned toward her, resting his palms on his knees. “The shirt says Geek. What’s to talk about?”
Julie looked at the print on the shirt again and groaned. “The shirt is a nice shade of blue. I’ll give you that. Otherwise I don’t think it conveys much that’s positive about you.”
“It positively conveys that I’m a geek.”
“Ha ha. Very funny.”
“You may find my label unappealing, but it could be worse. At least I’m not a font nerd.”
“A what?”
Matt smiled. “You know. People who love fonts. There are people who go to a movie and get agitated because, while the movie is supposed to be set in 1962, the restaurant awning shown in the background of some scene is printed in Arras Bold, which wasn’t invented until 1991, so clearly the producers of this movie are insane and should be beheaded.”
Julie shook her head. “You’re totally lying. Nobody cares about that crap.”
“I’m not lying. Look.” He picked up his laptop and sat down next to Julie on the bed. “A simple search is all the proof you’ll need.” Within seconds he’d pulled up thousands of search results verifying the existence of these font nerds. “There’s even a shirt for them.”
“What does it say? I Brake for Fonts?”
“No. It just says Helvetica, which is a very well-known and well-loved font, but the T-shirt’s font is in Comic Sans, which font nerds absolutely detest.”
Julie clapped her hand to her forehead. “Wait, there are loved and unloved fonts?”
“For some people, yes. And check this out. There’s a font conference called TypeCon.” He opened a new web page. “Unfortunately the schedule for the upcoming conference isn’t up yet, but past lectures include ‘Open Stroke Surgery: A Dissection of Letterform Bodyparts into Modular Elements for a Flexible Prototyping Base.’ Julie, you don’t want to miss this. I think you had better register early so that you can get into all of the best lectures.”
She feigned looking at the web page with grave interest. “Obviously. It’s been a lifelong dream of mine to attend a font conference, and I would never forgive myself if I didn’t make it this year. Thank God you reminded me in time.” Julie put a hand on his arm and looked at him seriously. “Matthew, confess now. Are you a closeted font nerd? Do you go to these conferences? I promise I won’t respect you any less if you are. OK, fine, secretly I will, but it’s better to get this off your chest and be who you are than to live in deception. Hiding the truth will only cripple your emotional development.”
“More than it’s already crippled?”
“Yes.”
Matt frowned. “Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you. I’m not a font nerd. You can e-mail me in Papyrus and I won’t care.”
“Fine. When you’re hard at work at school one night and you get a whining note from me about my multivariable calc homework and I beg you for help, I don’t want to hear any complaints about my chosen font.”
“You’re taking multivariable calc? That’s great!”
She slumped back onto the bed. “No, it’s not great. The school figured out that I’d already taken calc in high school, and they made me take some test that unfortunately I passed. So now I’m stuck.”
“I’m happy to help if you need it.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” Her phone sounded, and she reached onto the floor to retrieve it from her purse. Seth was calling her. He was probably going to bail, and she’d be forced to discuss geek subgenres for the rest of the night. She answered the call. “Hey, Seth.”
“Julie? I’m on your street, but all these houses are buried behind foliage, and I can’t see any street numbers.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll come outside and flag you down.”
“Awesome. I can’t wait to see you.”
“Same here. See you in a minute, Seth.” She hung up and got off the bed.
Matt moved back to his desk, repositioning his laptop and adjusting the chair. “Where are you off to?”
Julie sighed and waved her hands across her body. “My hot outfit and excessive eye makeup didn’t indicate that I have a date tonight? Wow, we need to get you off the computer more.”
“I did notice that you look dressed up tonight,” he admitted. “Have a good time.”
“Thanks,” Julie said. “You know, Matt, I can stay home with Celeste sometimes when your parents are out so that you can have a social life. You must have friends asking you to do things. You have to hang out with them sometime.”
He shrugged. “I really don’t have time for socializing these days. Don’t worry about it. Go have fun.”
She felt bad that Matt was stuck at home with his sister. He was in college. He should be out having fun. Not that he looked like the sort who was aching to do keg stands at a frat house, but still. There might be a physics bee some Friday night, and he could return home with a nice ribbon for having spelled “coulomb” or “neutralino” correctly. Why in the world was he catering to Celeste’s bizarre needs? Why did it seem as if Flat Finn governed the household? Things were really off here. Matt was a nice guy, and he deserved better. Well, it wasn’t as if there was anything to do about this now. Maybe she could figure out something later.
“If he’s a monstrous date, I will call you to come rescue me. We need a code word that signals I’m in date hell,” Julie said as she walked to the door. “Something you’ll respond to. Aha! I’ll mention some boring mathematician. So when I call and say Fibonacci, you’ll know that you have to fly out the door.”
“That’s kind of an obvious choice, but fine.”
Julie glared at him. God, he was annoying sometimes. “Karl Gauss, then.”
“Eh, that’s all right. Again, a bit obvious.”
“Then I’ll surprise you. And I’ll make it a good one. Just you wait.”
Matt leaned back, put his hands behind his head, and smiled. “With bated breath,” he quoted.
Julie cocked her head. “Is that the colloquial baited with an ‘i’ or the original, insulting Shakespearean bated without?”
Matt winked. “I’ll give you the ‘i.’”
Huh. So he knew Shakespeare too. Julie paused for a moment and then began to leave. “Bye, Matt. Maybe I’ll text you in Webdings later and give you an update on my evening.” Her heels clicked soundly on the floor as she headed down the stairs.
“Webdings one, two, or three?” Matt’s voice rang through the stairwell.
“I’ll mix and match!”
She went out the front door and down the porch steps. She looked to her left and saw headlights inching down the road. Julie waved. The car sped up a bit and then slowed in front of the Watkinses’ house.
Seth stopped the car and bounded out of the driver’s side. “Julie! I found you!” He rounded the car and gave her a hug.
“I’m glad you did.”
Maybe the first thing one notices on a date should not be how someone smells, but as he wrapped his arms around her, she couldn’t help but inhale. He smelled masculine. And not in a stinky, too-much-cheap-cologne way. Masculine in a hot, rugged, delicious way. She liked the feel of his arms around her and the way he hugged her warmly and confidently without being too forward.
Seth moved away and opened the car door for her. “Not that I didn’t enjoy my drive around the back streets of Cambridge, but I hope you didn’t think I was blowing you off.”
Julie got in and buckled her seat belt. “Don’t worry about it.”
Seth shifted the car into gear. “I’m such a dork. I wrote your address down on a piece of paper, and I have the worst handwriting in the world. I wasn’t sure if I was looking for twenty-one or seventy-one or twenty-seven or…Well, it doesn’t matter now.”
“You’re not a dork, but speaking of dorks,” Julie said as she turned her body toward him, “I just found out the weirdest thing. Did you know there are people who are font nerds?”
Seth grinned. “Let me guess. People who get turned on by the many exciting facets of the world of typesetting?”
“Exactly! It’s one of many unique dorky subgenres! Or nerdy subgenres. I’m not really sure exactly how the classification system works.”
“I’m a little scared that you know this.”
“So am I,” Julie agreed. “So am I.”
“Please don’t jump out of the moving car, but I have to tell you up front that I am not a font nerd. Or much of any nerd, really.”
“You’ve just earned another bonus point.”
“Just one?” He flashed his adorable smile as he drove them into the city.
“Fine. Five points.”
“Now you’re talking.”
PART TWO