The Fire Between High & Lo (Elements #2)

I laughed. “I took the long way.”

“All right, let me look at you.” He stood back, crossed his arms, and chuckled. “You look buff or something. You legit left town as Peter Parker and came back as Spiderman.”

“Those radioactive spiders in Iowa aren’t fucking around man. And look at you!” I jokingly punched at his gut. “You look like a peanut. Maybe now I can kick your ass instead of vice versa.”

“Ha, don’t count on it. Still deep conditioning your hair like a woman, I see,” he said, messing up my perfect hair.

“Envy is one of the seven deadly sins, brother.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he snickered. Damn. It was good to see him. He looked just as great as he always did. You never realized how much you could miss a person until they were standing right in front of you after so long.

“Kellan, who’s at the door?” Erika said, walking out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel. When she saw me, shock filled her up. “What are you doing here?”

“Good to see you too, Erika.”

“What are you doing here?” she asked again.

My eyes darted from Kellan to Erika, and back to Kellan. “I’m starting to wonder the same thing. What’s going on, Kel? I ran into Alyssa earlier and—”

“You ran into Alyssa?!” Erika exclaimed. It was funny…how little I missed her overly dramatic self.

“That’s what I just said. Anyway, and she said the wedding wasn’t this weekend?”

“Next month,” she corrected. “It’s next month. Why do you have a duffle bag with you?”

“Uh, I was told I would be staying with you two? For the wedding that doesn’t seem to be happening.”

“It’s next month!” she echoed once more. “It’s next month. I didn’t even know you were coming. Staying with us?” She started itching at her neck, her pale skin growing red with irritation. She looked so much like her sister, yet their personalities were so different that they could’ve been strangers. “Babe, can I talk to you in the bedroom for a minute?”

I stepped forward to follow her, making Kellan smirk as Erika growled with annoyance. “Oh? Sorry. When you said babe I assumed you were talking to me. But now I see it was directed toward my brother. My bad.”

Kellan chuckled. “Don’t be a dick.”

“Can’t help it. I have one, so I am one.”

The two hurried into the bedroom where the door slammed. I sat down on the sofa and right as I reached into my pocket, the bedroom door flew open.

“Logan?” Erika said.

“Yes?”

“Don’t touch anything.”

I tossed my hands up in defeat, and she reentered the bedroom, with another loud slam.

“I cannot believe you didn’t tell me he was coming, Kellan!” echoed through the house, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Even though I had no clue why I was currently back in the town that created all of my demons, it always felt like home to get under Erika’s skin.

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my pack of cigarettes, and then lit one with my lighter. Glancing around the house, I was reminded of how much of a neat freak Erika was, and I couldn’t for a second understand how Kellan could put up with her. I was certain each day was filled with nagging.

When ashes began to form at the end of the cigarette, I panicked, knowing Erika would freak out if I got any on her probably overpriced coffee table. I hurried toward the dining room table that was set as if there were a big dinner party taking place, and grabbed a saucer, dropping the ashes onto that. I took the saucer back to the sofa, and relaxed a bit.

“Kellan, I just…we are already under so much stress. You have so much going on, with work. I’m working on my master’s degree. Plus, we are trying to tie everything together for the wedding. Do you think having Logan here is a good idea?” she asked him, as I listened through the thin walls.

“He’s my brother.”

“You’re… We… I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

“He’s my brother.”

“But you know how he is. He’ll drag you into his crazy life, he always does.”

“Erika, he’s clean. He’s been clean for years now.” I could hear the irritation in Kellan’s voice, and a bit of disappointment overtook me. He was always one of the few to actually believe in me ever getting clean. Him and Alyssa. Everyone else considered me a lost cause.

Her voice held the same kind of aggression. “Or so he says. Seriously, how many times have we heard that from him? You have this need to parent him and your mom. You aren’t in charge of their lives, babe. And you’re not Logan’s father. Gosh, he’s not even your full brother! He’s your half-brother.”

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