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Hero & His College Friends from When Sun Shines Again â
ïž [From left to right Tamra (OC), Lorraine (OC), Kyle (OC), Hero, Zoey (OC), C.J. (OC), and Brandi]
(Art by Mod Sprinkles; background photography by Mod Acacia)
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OH MY GOSH THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL!! đđ„șđ There are absolutely no words to express how utterly amazing this art is and no words to tell you how grateful we are for it! Honestly we're both in tears right now in the best way! Sprinkles literally screamed and jumped up & down, and I am at loss for words for probably the first time ever and can only think of feral keyboard smashes ASHDHSDHSADHASHFHSFHFHSDFHSHFASHFHAHDHSD!!!!
It means so much to us that you love our little story and our ocs so much that you wanted to draw them! đ„ș You're such an incredibly talented artist, and you've perfectly captured the personalities of everyone in this group! Kyle's lopsided smile and his arm around Hero. Lorraine's playful peace sign, and Tamra's gentle hand on her shoulder. Brandi crossing her arms. C.J. easy-going and his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. Zoey holding onto Hero's arm, and the man himself, our dear Hero, looking so emotionally moved and so happy to be with his friends. It's all just so, so perfect and wonderful!!
We absolutely adore the outfits that you've chosen for them too (Direct quote from Sprinkles: "They would all totally wear those clothes!!!" And then we proceeded with the excited screaming & crying again). The attention to detail here is just mind blowing (honestly going to start bawling over the lacy sleeves on Lorraine's blouse, Kyle's jacket, C.J.'s hoodie, and Tamra's music note hair pin and earrings along with so many other things!! The way you've drawn Zoey's freckles is adorable and also deserves to be mentioned!!)
The longer we stare at this absolutely gorgeous piece, we just keep finding more and more things to love about it, and the fact that you've paired it with such a beautiful line from "Good Morning" means everything. đ„ș It really sums up what "When Sun Shines Again" is really all about: Hero finding healing, opening himself up to new friendships and new horizons, gathering the strength to carry on, and learning to be happy again even in a world without Mari. His life will never be the same as it was before he lost her, but that doesn't mean that it can't still be a meaningful and happy one. Hero deserves that. He deserves to be happy. đ
And this "When Sun Shines Again" project is but our small contribution to the "Hero deserves to be happy" genre. It means the world to us to know that other people connect with this story, with our portrayal of Hero and the other OMORI characters, and with our original characters as well (which is especially flattering! Thank you so, so much!). Honestly, I am truly so flattered, honored, and just overwhelmed with gratitude for this art that I'm really not sure what else I can possibly say besides thank you so, so much for such an incredible gift and for bringing this world and these characters that are so dear to me to life in such a gorgeous art piece. I know I speak for both Sprinkles and myself when I say that this beautiful work will be treasured always. đ
Thank you also so much for supporting us and our story! You are truly wonderful, @shine-n-bright, and so kind and so generous! We wish you all the best and wish you every joy that life has to offer! đ Please keep up the amazing work and please don't ever hesitate to stop by our blog or ask box anytime (especially if you'd like to talk about Hero and/or "When Sun Shines Again).
Cheers & much love to you, friend, and thank you so much again for everything! Take care!! đ
"Tough the pain remains, And though it may be hard"
"I'll carry on"
-Good morning
A little fan art of a bunch of ocs (+Hero & Brandi) by @hero-deserves-to-be-happy
(I do hope you don't mind the outfit changes in their designs,,, o_o)
They show up in a very amazing fic called "When Sun Shines Again" on Ao3!
If you to are a random hero fanâą then I guarantee you'll love this fic!
Go give it a read and support the authors!!!!
Some alts under the cut
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really late, but wanted to send in a little assortment of question prompts for the ask game, so take your pick!: 3 and 16 for hero, 1 and 5 for CJ, 6 and 7 for lorraine, 8 and 15 for tamra, 18 for kel, and 13 for sunny! :D - đ©¶
đ©¶-Anon!!!! Hello!! It's so wonderful to hear from you again. đ„° We hope you are doing well and that you enjoyed the newest chapters of "When Sun Shines Again." Thank you so much again for the support and encouragement! It meant so much to us to get to hear your thoughts on our series, and we made sure to thank you in our authors' note on Chapter 7 & hope you enjoyed that one especially đ
Thank you so much for your ask as well! It is always such a delight to see you in our inbox, and we'd be thrilled to answer these questions for you! We're going to try to answer all of them but have decided to divide them into two posts: one for canon characters and the other for OCs. The OC answers are below and the canon character post is linked here. Thank you so much for playing!!
Please drop by our inbox anytime! We love hearing from you. Take care!! đ
C.J. Answers:
1. Who makes up your family? How close are you to them?
My immediate family is my parents, my three sisters: Shawna, Lisa, and Camille (but we all call her Cami), and me, but my Nana (my grandma) has always lived with us so I'd include her too. I think I'm pretty close to them.
My older sisters, Shawna and Lisa, are always going to see me as their dorky little brother, I think, but they've always looked out for me. Nana says used to treat me like their doll when I was little and would dress me up in silly clothes and loved pushing me around the in stroller like they were playing house, but I don't remember that beyond her stories and some pictures. I do remember playing together with my sisters as kid though. They both have much stronger personalities than me, so I think they liked that I would just go along with whatever they said and whatever games they wanted to play. Shawna can be really bossy sometimes, and Lisa's really into a lot of girly stuff I don't know that much about, but we always had fun together. They tease me for being hopeless with girls (instead of, you know, actually giving me useful advice), but I know we've got each other's backs.
Cami is my little sister, and she's 7. Shawna and Lisa were 15 and 17 when she was born, but I was only 12 so I think we've always been a little bit closer, especially when our older sisters went away to college and we were the only kids still living at home. Our parents work a lot so we spent a lot of time together just the two us and Nana. We like to watch cartoons together, and Cami loves stories, especially comic books (and I have a pretty big collection of those). She was really sad when I left for college, and I really miss her, but we talk on the phone a lot.
5. What is your favorite thing to do in your free time?
I love spending time outdoors. Hiking is probably my favorite thing to do, but I love pretty much all outdoor activities, except fishing. It's too boring.
I like spending time with my friends too, so the best is when they tag along on my hiking trips. There's a lot of parks in the city including a nature preserve with a lot of hiking trails close to our college, and we'll all go out there sometimes when the weather is nice. Hero and Lorraine pack picnics for us. It's always a lot of fun!
LORRAINE Answers:
6. What's the hardest thing youâve ever had to do?
It was hard to move around a lot and keep leaving my friends when I was a kid. I missed them so much and it has hard to keep in touch from so far away, but now I have pen pals all over the world so that's pretty cool! đ„°
I guess getting over some painful breakups was hard too. Heartbreak can be hard to recover from, but I don't think any of my failed relationships left me shattered and swearing off love forever like poor Hero (or at least I think that's what happened to him...? I don't know all the details, but I can tell his heart is broken and he doesn't think he'll ever be happy again. I worry about him sometimes... đ©·).
Compared to that and everything that happened to Kyle's knee, I don't think anything I've been through has been all that bad. Even my sister has had a rougher time than me, I think. I've had some normal tough times like everybody does, but nothing too lifechanging.
7. Who do you look up to?
My mom! She's so nice and so beautiful, and she has this way of making everybody happy, even when they're having a bad day. When I still lived at home and would invite my friends over, they would say she was like another mom to them because she always makes them feel so welcome and like part of our family. She's amazing at baking, crafts, and especially at gardening, and it's almost like she has this superpower where she can just look at person and know what's bothering them and what will make them feel better. I've always wanted to be just like her! đ„°
TAMRA Answers:
8. What do you think had the biggest impact on you growing up?
I think being encouraged to practice my music and follow my dreams had a really big impact on me. My parents wanted me to do well in school, of course, but they knew how much I loved playing piano so they always made sure I had lessons and time for practice too and would drive me all over the country for recitals, concerts, and competitions. My parents never made me feel like my music was a waste of time.
When I went away to college, I ended up choosing a double major in music and education because I love teaching too, and they were always really supportive of me. I think I might have given up on my dreams if it hadn't been for them.
I also have to mention Andre! He's been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and we've always been really supportive of each other and our dreams (even when they led us to universities thousands of miles away from each other). Getting to meet him and grow up together (and eventually to fall in love đ) also had a really big impact on me! đ
15. Do you play any instruments? Which ones? How long have you been playing?
Yes! I can actually play a lot of instruments at least a little bit đ
--mostly keyboard instruments like the piano, organ, synthesizer, keytar, melodica, and the harpsicord. Some of my friends from band in high school tried to teach me how to play some of their instruments, and I got pretty good at the clarinet, I think, which made it easier to play the melodica. At college, I've been trying to branch out into strings. My university has a program where its music majors teach private lessons to kids and other people in the community. I teach piano, but a friend of mine teaches viola and another teaches cello, and after our lessons wrap up for the day, we've all been staying late so teach each other our instruments a little bit. It's been fun, but I wouldn't say I'm very good at either of those yet.
My favorite instrument and the one I'm best at is definitely the piano. I've been playing since I was 4, and I love it! It's amazing to get to play piano at college too--though I'll admit I'm getting a little sick of playing Chopin. The chair of the music department's favorite composer is Chopin so I keep getting assigned his pieces for my student showcases, and I'd really like to play something else every now and again (Maybe some Debussy or some Rachmaninoff đ€).
At my other part time job, I play popular music on piano at a restaurant, and that's always fun! I love transcription projects and getting to play people's (my friends') favorite songs on piano for them. đ„°
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Meet the Cast of "When Sun Shines Again" [Hero's Life After Mari]â
: C.J. Watkins (OMORI OC)
C.J. Watkins
C.J. is a very reserved and go-with the-flow Pre-Law major. He is pretty much up for anything, but despite his love of a good time, he always finds time to study and is generally pretty responsible. He is hard-working, easy-going, and very sincere with a strong sense of justice and loyalty to his friends.
Birthday: July 12th
Likes: Camping, Hiking, Comic Books, Sweets, Hanging Out With His Friends, and Scary Movies
Dislikes: Doing Laundry, The Strong Smell of Kyle's Cologne, Monopoly, and Fishing.
Bonus fun facts below the cut!
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You can read about C.J. and all of Hero's college friends in the "When Sun Shines Again" series.
C.J.'s full name is Charles Jamal Watkins, but he has gone by C.J. pretty much his entire life and insists nobody calls him "Charles" except his grandma.
He is the middle child and only son in his family. His sisters Shawna and Lisa are older, but his younger sister Camille (Cami) is only six. C.J. tries to keep in touch with her and calls her multiple times a week, and he and Hero really bond over having a much younger sibling.
C.J. is often the only member of Hero's fraternity who cleans up after himself, and he will offer to step in and help Hero with chores around the house from time to time.
Though he always enjoys a good party and takes full advantage of the college experience, C.J. makes sure he leaves time for studying too, gets good grades, and is generally pretty responsible (he's just quiet about it so most of his friends don't know).
He loves camping, hiking, and most outdoorsy activities besides fishing which he finds very boring.
Joining the debate team in high school inspired him to become a lawyer one day, but he isn't particularly argumentative and is hoping to draft contracts and wills rather than argue cases in court when he eventually becomes an attorney.
C.J. met Brandi first out of the whole group since they are the same major (Pre-Law) and have a lot of classes together. He thought she was amazing immediately and developed quite the (fairly obvious) crush on her, but it took Brandi a little while to warm up to him. He asked Hero to put in a good word for him, and Hero talking him up to her eventually helped.
His high school girlfriend once told him he "looks like Usher with glasses," and it is now his best (and possibly only) pick-up line.
It is nearly impossible to phase C.J. He is incredibly easy-going and pretty much up for anything. While he gets roped into a lot of Kyle's antics, he usually knows when to draw the line and doesn't get into too much trouble.
He has a pretty big comic book collection, but he didn't bring it to college with him.
Since C.J. has a summer birthday he is technically "the baby" of the friend group, and his friends tease him about this from time to time.
C.J. has a major sweet tooth and has been rumored to have a secret stash of candies and desserts hidden somewhere in his room. He likes to reward himself with a trip to the bakery when he passes his exams.
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When Sun Shines Again Chapter 4: "To Lead A Better Life:" Part 3
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CHAPTER 4â
"To Lead A Better Life" Part 3
Chapter Description: When Hero visits Basil one last time before returning to college for the fall semester, Basil gives him a letter that forces him to confront bittersweet memories, painful truths, and the complicated feelings that Hero had tried so hard to bury.
This Chapter is Hero & Basil's Friendship-Centric.
Chapter Word Count: 6700. Link to Chapter 4 on AO3.
Description (for the entire work): When tragedy struck, Hero lost not only his dearest friend but also his dreams for the future. Even years later, Hero doesn't know what his "forever" looks like without Mari in it, but somehow he finds the strength to carry on and build a new life for himself. With his family and friends both old and new by his side, Hero struggles through life's ups and downs--the joys and sorrows he faces in a world without Mari. In the beginning, he's only looking to survive it all, but somewhere along the way, he might find a purpose, a reason he's still here. Maybe there really is a way he can learn to be happy again, and maybe, just maybe, when he's least expecting it, he might even find himself slowly opening his heart to love again--he might even find himself believing that even the darkest, stormiest of times will eventually pass and the sun will shine again.
A Hero-Centric story spanning 15 years of his life post-good end. Focuses on Hero finding healing & building a life for himself after the loss of Mari. Eventually includes him learning to love again after an extremely slow burn. All pairings are tagged upfront. Rated T for heavy themes & some language. Reading the prequel is recommended.
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Tags For The Story As A Whole (So A Lot Of These Are "Eventual" Tags):
Romantic Relationships: Main Ships: (Past) Hero/Mari and (Eventual) Hero/OC. Side Ships: Brandi/OC and a brief mention of Mikhael/Bebe are the only side ships involving canon characters.
Platonic Relationships: Hero & Brandi Friendship, Hero & Original Characters Friendship. Some Hero & Kel Siblings Relationship & Brotherly Friendship. Hero & Aubrey Friendship. Hero & Basil Friendship. Hero & Sunny Friendship. Hero & His Family.
Characters: Major Canon Characters: Hero (POV Character), Brandi [Intimidating Girl], Mari and Mari's Memory, & Kel. Major Original Characters (Hero's college friends): Kyle, C.J., Zoey, Tamra, and Lorraine. Other Included Canon Characters: Sunny, Basil, Aubrey, Sally, Hero's Parents, Bebe (Short Haired Girl/Fountain Girl) & Mikhael (The Maverick).
Genre: Hero-Centric Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Slice of Life, College Life, Lost Love, Finding Love Again, Finding Healing After Grief, Slow Burn, Developing Friendship, Developing Relationship, Greiving, Catharsis, Heart-To-Heart Chats, Hopeful/Happy Ending, Post-Good Ending, Hero Needs A Hug, Hero Deserves To Be Happy
Rating: T for some heavy themes and thematic elements (i.e. grief & healing from grief and trauma. Implied/Referenced Canonical Character Death & Implied/Referenced Mental Health Issues including depression & suicide. Mentions of Underage Drinking & Partying). Some language.
Warnings: Major Spoilers for OMORI! Heavy themes and thematic elements (i.e. grief & healing from grief and trauma. Implied/Referenced Canonical Character Death & Implied/Referenced Mental Health Issues including depression & suicide. Mentions of Underage Drinking & Partying). Some Language.
Link to Entire work on AO3.
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âDo you have any sevens?â asked Kel.
Twisting her mouth to one side, Aubrey frowned at her cards, but she shrugged her shoulders. âNo. Go fish.â
Curiously, Hero glanced down at his own hand, then at a nearby clock on the wall. They had been playing Go Fish for nearly an hour, and Hero couldnât for the life of him understand how no one had managed to win yet. Even thinking back on the many rounds of Go Fish he and his friends had played in their youth, he couldnât remember a game that lasted more than half an hour, at the most, but it seemed that ever since they had started playing cards with Basil whenever they visited him in the hospital the games were growing longer and longer.
Hero wondered if that was on purposeâif his companions were somehow purposely dragging the games out so they would have something to do, something to keep Basil distracted so he wouldnât start crying again. After all, their first couple of visits had mostly consisted of Basil weeping in tearful apologies, and Hero was certain he was not the only one who wanted to avoid that going forward.
Something ached in Heroâs chest whenever he thought of how emotional things had been in the beginningâhow fragile Basil had been and that heartbreaking look on his face like he was always on the verge of tears. If Hero was being honest, it scared him, and though it made him feel overwhelmingly guilty to admit it, somehow he couldnât help but wonder if thatâs what his family had seen every time they had looked at him after Mari had died: a shaking, shivering shell of a person they had once known and loved. It was painful to watch, and as much as his heart ached seeing Basil suffer, he could only imagine that his family had suffered even more in watching Hero, himself, suffer in the same way. Knowing he had put his family through that⊠It was nearly enough to make Hero not want to get out of bed in the morning.
There was something surreal in being on this side of it all. Even having gone through a similar period of deep depression himselfâeven knowing firsthand how painful and hopeless that darkness and numbness could be, Hero felt completely helpless when it came to Basil and his suffering. He had no idea what to doâif there was even anything he could do to make Basil feel better. This feeling of helplessness coupled with the sickening, twisting feeling in his gut whenever Basil burst into tears at the mere sight of him had given Hero a new and incredibly painful appreciation for Kel and what his brother must have been through these last couple of years stuck on the periphery of his loved onesâ collapsing world. But maybe that was Kelâs strength. He could be so supportive and attentive to the needs of the other people around him, and he just had this way of knowing what might help someone, even someone at their lowest, feel better. It had been his idea to start playing cards to cheer up Basil, after all.
After a long and ongoing debate about whether or not the three of them should just stop visiting Basil altogether, Hero, Kel, and Aubrey had sat down with Polly to discuss whether or not their visits were actually helpful or were just hindering Basilâs recovery, which, Hero knew, was the last thing any of them wanted. When Polly had told them that she thought that it would be much more hurtful to Basil if his friends never came around, Kel had suggested that they try to think of activities to do when they visited so Basil would be too busy to think about being sad.
It turned out Kel was right. They soon found that their visits with Basil at the hospital went much more smoothly if they all did an activity togetherâsometimes a puzzle, other times arts and crafts. They quickly settled into playing board games or, more frequently, cards just like they used to when they were kids.
As time went on, Basil seemed much happier, especially when he was distracted. The color slowly returned to his face. He started tending some flowers in the hospitalâs garden and even started taking some photos again. Most promising of all, the last time they had visited, Hero saw Basil laugh for the first time in possibly years at a silly joke Kel had told them about a pirateâs pet parrot of all things. It was good to see Basil beginning to heal and come back to his old self again. Still, they didnât want to undo any progress so they kept playing infinite games of cards which, if Hero had to guess, they probably did drag out on purpose, at least on a subconscious level.
âAre you sure you donât have any sevens?â asked Kel, pulling Hero out of his thoughts. His brow furrowed as he glanced over at Aubrey with narrowed eyes.
âNo,â she huffed, growing more exasperated. âI donât have any sevens, Kel.â
 âIâI have sevens,â sniffled Basil âYouâyou can have my sevensâŠâ
âSweet!â exclaimed Kel, reaching across the table to take Basilâs cards, but Hero gently stopped him with a pat on the arm.
âKel, thatâs not fair. You can ask Basil for sevens on your next turn.â
Basil sniffled again, pulling his sweater tightly around his shoulders. âItâŠItâs okay. I donât mind. Kel canââ
âYouâre ruining the game!â Aubrey interrupted with a huff. âItâs just Go Fish. Thereâs no reason to get so competitive about it!â
âCompetitive?â Kel repeated so loudly that Basil practically jumped. âIf anyoneâs getting competitive, itâs you!â
As Kel and Aubrey began to bicker, Hero looked over at Basil with a certain concern in his eyes. Hero had always known that Basil was almost as conflict avoidant as him, and it was obvious from the way he cowered at Kel and Aubreyâs bickeringâtwisting his hands and biting his lipâthat he would give just about anything for this fight to be over, including an entire hand full of sevens, if heâd had them. If Hero was being honest, he felt the same way.
âC-câmon now,â Hero gently interrupted, trying to keep the peace âThis is just supposed to be fun. Weâre here to visit Basil and spend time with him. Thereâs no reason to start fighting.â
Kel and Aubrey stoppedâeach letting out a heavy sigh as they stared down at their hands of cards. âHeroâs right,â said Kel âWho cares about this stupid card gameâweâre just happy to see you Basil. We can even do something else if you want.â
Basilâs eyes widened, but a smile twitched in the corners of his mouth. âI donât care what we doâIâm just glad youâre here. Itâs really good to see you guys.â Basil paused and sighed. âIt getsâŠkind of lonely here sometimes.â
Something ached in Heroâs chest, and his expression softened. He couldnât help but feel sorry for Basil all alone in the hospital far away from his family and friends. Even if he knew it was the best thing for him and was glad that he was getting the help that he needed, it made Hero sad to think that Basil was going through such a difficult time alone.
Hero sighed. He supposed Basil had been suffering alone for a very, very long time, and regardless of the complicated feelings that Hero himself may have been feeling towards Basil and everything that had happened, it was more important to him that Basil wouldnât have to suffer by himself anymoreâthat he would never have to suffer by himself again.
He supposed Aubrey had eventually realized she felt this way too. It wasnât long after their conversation about Basil and her complicated feelings towards him a couple of weeks ago that Aubrey had started visiting Basil again. She had never talked to Hero about it, but he could only assume that, like him, ultimately the love, friendship, and concern she had for Basil far outweighed her own hurts and feelings.
It meant a lot to Hero to see Aubrey offer Basil forgiveness, even when it was hard, and he knew how much it meant to Basil that she was there for himâthat they were all there for him, even after everything that had happened. These days, it felt like the only person who hadnât forgiven Basil was Basil himself, but Hero knew that would be the hardest part of all.
âDonât worry, Basil,â Kel reassured him, patting his arm. âIâm sure youâll get to come home really soon.â
Basil bit his lip but nodded as he quietly admitted, âI hope soâŠI uhâŠIâve been really worriedâŠabout my flowers.â
âOh you donât have to worry about those. Hero has been taking care of them for you!â Kel beamed at Basil, giving him a pat on the back.
Basilâs eyes widened, but his hands began to tremble as he turned towards Hero. âOhâŠyou didnât have to do that.â
âItâs no trouble at all,â Hero gently insisted with a slight smile. âYour house is on my way home from the pool, so I stop by on my way home from work. It barely takes any time at all, and itâs nice to have a hobby. Besides, Polly has been doing most of the work.â
âAubrey and I have been helping out too,â added Kel. âBut weâre not as good at gardening as you or Hero.â
Basil cleared his throat. âWell, thank youâall of you. I really appreciate it. I justâŠâ  He paused, biting his lip and staring at his twisting hands. âI justâŠhope itâs not ruining your summer or taking up too much of your time.â
Aubrey, Kel and Hero quickly glanced at each other with somewhat awkward smilesâsilently agreeing not to tell Basil that this had probably been one of the worst summers of their entire lives even without having to look after his garden for him. Hero had spent most of it working long hours at the community pool, cleaning his house, tending Basilâs garden, going for runs around the neighborhood, and desperately looking for anything else that would take his mind off of things. He craved being busy, but more than that he craved a distraction from his crumbling world. Sunny had moved. Basil was in the hospital. Kel and Aubrey were struggling. Everything in Heroâs life seemed to fall apart again this summerâcollapsing under the weight of the truth. He could only imagine that Aubrey and Kel felt the same way. They couldnât wait for this summer to finally be overâŠbut they could never say that to Basil who stared up at them with frightened but hopeful eyes.
âHowâhow are you all doing?â Basil stumbled, in what Hero could only guess was a desperate attempt to fill the silence. âIs thereâŠanything new and exciting in Faraway Town?â
Hero wracked his brain, but he couldnât think of even one piece of good news to tell Basil. From the look on Aubreyâs face, it seemed she couldnât think of one either. They both turned to Kel, who twisted his mouth to one sideâhis brow furrowing thoughtfully as if he, too, was scrounging to think of something positive to say.
âUhhh⊠Hero got a postcard all the way from Venice, Italy.â
âWellâŠthatâs pretty coolâ said Basil with a slight smile.
Hero shrugged his shoulders. He supposed it was kind of sad that the most exciting thing that had happened all summer was that he had gotten a postcard from Italy, but his family, Kel especially, had been very fascinated by it. They had never gotten something in the mail from somewhere so far away before.
âIt was really cool!â exclaimed Kel âIt had a bridge on it.â
âWho was it from?â asked Basil.
âMy friend from college, Kyle, sent it to me while his family was on vacation there,â said Hero. âIt has the Bridge of Sighs on it. Kyle said he always buys postcards with bridges on them because one of his best friends is a civil engineering major and wants to build bridges someday. He gets her postcards of local bridges from all of his vacation destinations, but he had an extra one this time so he sent it to me.â
Basil smiled. âThat was really nice of him. I think my parents went to Venice once. I saw pictures of it, and it was really pretty. Iâve always wanted to go somedayâ
âThen you should!â interjected Kel âWe should all go. Someday when you get out of this place and weâre all grown up and stuff, we should all go to Veniceâand then we can ride on those cool boats they have there!â
âTheyâre called gondolas, Kel,â Aubrey corrected with a huff. Â
Kel rolled his eyes, but he beamed at Basil. âSunny can come too. Itâll be an adventure!â
Aubrey sighed. âItâll be years before weâll be able to go to Venice, Kel. We might not ever be able to go there.â
âWellâŠâ said Kel. âIn the meantime, maybe Hero can bring his postcard to show Basil the next time we come to visit.â
âOh wow!â Basilâs face seemed to light up as he smiled at his friends. âIâd love to see it.â
With a shrug of his shoulders, Hero tilted his head and gave Basil a bittersweet smile. âIâd love to show you my postcard, Basil. Iâm sorry I didnât bring it. I didnât know that you wanted to see it. Unfortunately, I donât think Iâll be able to come visit you again because I have to go back to college next week.â
Basilâs face fell, but Hero could tell he tried his best to smile at him. âThatâs okayâ he said. âThe doctor doesnât think Iâll have to stay in the hospital for too much longer anyway. He hopes Iâll get to go home by the time school starts again.â
âThatâs awesome Basil!â exclaimed Kel, and Aubrey nodded in agreement.
âIâm so happy to hear that,â said Hero. âIâm sure Kel and Aubrey will take really good care of you and help you get settled back in when school starts.â
âYeah,â agreed Kel âAnd if anyone gives you weird looks or something, Aubrey will just beat them up with her nail bat.â
âKel!â huffed Aubrey.
Before anybody could say anything more, however, the nurse came by to tell them that visiting hours were almost over and that they would have to leave soon. Aubrey and Kel both got up from the table to go to the bathroom before their long drive back to Faraway Town, leaving Hero and Basil alone.
âAre you excitedâto be going back to college?â asked Basil.
Hero bit his lip. The honest answer was yes. In fact, he had never been happier to go back to anywhere in his entire lifeâthough he supposed that wasnât an entirely fair statement. It wasnât going back to college that Hero was looking forward toâit was the idea of this long, horrible summer finally being over.
He didnât want to upset Basil by telling him that, however, so he merely shrugged with half a smile and said âA little. Itâll be hard to leave my family again butâŠI missed school and my friends in the city. Plus, I made plans to see Sunnyâ
âReally?â asked Basil.
âYeah. I called him last week and asked if I could take him to one of my favorite coffee places near campus. Itâll be nice to see him again and see how heâs settling in after the move.â
Basilâs expression softened, and he smiled. âIâm so glad to hear that. Iâm sure it will mean a lot to Sunny that you want to visit him.â He paused, fumbling around for something in the pocket of his sweater. âThat reminds me, I have a letter for Sunny. Do you think you could give it to him for me?â
Hero nodded. âOf courseâ
âI have one for you too,â Basil continued, handing Hero two envelopes. They were both heavy and lumpy like two small packages rather than letters. Whatever letters were inside must be several pages long.
Hero swallowed hardâtrying his best to calm himself with a deep breath. He could only imagine what his letter said, but the truth was, he didnât want to imagine it. He wasnât sure he even wanted to read it.
For the entire summer, Hero had been trying his absolute best not to think about what Basil had done. He hadnât lied to Aubrey when he told her he wasnât angry with Basil, but he knew there were still complicated feelings, hurts, there under the surface. He supposed he had been running from themâpushing them aside like a kind of self-preservation or, perhaps more accurately, a somewhat desperate attempt at triage.
Triage, Hero thought. That certainly seemed like a good word for it.
In a medical ethics class he had taken last semester, Hero had learned about disaster triage or how to prioritize individual emergencies during a large-scale disaster. It was the best metaphor he could think of for how this summer had felt, especially as far as Basil was concerned. Whatever Hero may have felt or may have been dealing with on his ownâit was small and inconsequential compared to Basilâs well-being when he was so fragile and such a danger to himself. Hero knew that he, himself, was hurting. He accepted that, but he couldnât accept that that mattered, so he had buried his own complicated feelings so deep that he wasnât even sure what he felt anymore. As he stared at the envelope in his hands, however, his stomach coiled and twisted with the sickening, sinking feeling that as soon as he opened that letter, he wouldnât be able to run from it anymore.
âDo youâŠuhâŠwant me to read this now?â Hero stumbled with a crack in his voice. He tried not to sigh too loudly in relief as Basil shook his head.
âItâs kind of long⊠You should probably read it when you get home. Or uhâŠââhis voice hitchedââyou donât have to read it at all, if youâŠâ
As Basilâs voice tapered off, Hero reached out to gently pat his twisting hands. âNo, umâŠI will. Iâll try to read it tonight. Thank you.â
âI have letters for Kel and Aubrey too, but Iâll see them when I get to come home soâŠâ Basilâs voice trailed, but Hero nodded.
âIâm really glad that youâre going to get to come home soon, Basil. Iâm sure Aubrey and Kel will look after you, but Iâm always here too. If you need anything, just callâ He reached for a nearby pad of paper and a pen, which Aubrey had been using to keep score during their card game and wrote down his phone number âThis is my phone number at college. Feel free to call me anytime.â
As he handed the piece of paper to Basil, Basil smiled and muttered a quiet but grateful, âThank you.â
Hero sighed. From the look on Basilâs face, he knew that Basil was never going to call him. If Hero had to guess, Basil was probably thinking that as soon as Hero read whatever he had written in that letter, he would regret giving him his phone number and would never want to speak to him again. Hero wished there was a way to reassure Basil that this wasnât the case, that there was nothing that Basil could possibly say that would ever make Hero abandon him, especially when he needed him most. But as it was now, Hero just didnât have the wordsâŠso he hugged Basil goodbye, wished him well and headed back home to Faraway Town, where he spent the rest of the evening staring at that thick envelope wondering when he would ever have the strength to open it.
When the clock at the bottom of the stairs chimed 8:00 PM, Hero, finally, tentatively reached towards the letter. He held his breathâbiting his lip as he carefully opened the seal with trembling hands, bracing himself for whatever might be inside. He pulled out a dense stack of notebook paper which he slowly unfolded counting not two or three but ten pages filled with small, delicate script on both the front and back sides. Thankfully, the pages were numbered.
Hero swallowed hard and staring down at the paper in front of him, began to read.
Dear Hero,
This is the fourth time I have tried to write this letter. My doctor suggested that it would be good for me to be honest with you about my regrets to try to make amends and move forward. I donât think Iâve been doing a very good job of that, and Iâm really sorry if I, or this letter, am a burden to you.
I want to start by saying that I have always looked up to and admired you. Iâm sure you know that my family wasnât ever really around. For a long time, it was just me and my grandma. I never had any brothers or sisters, but I had you and the rest of our friends. You were all like a family to me, especially you, Hero. If I ever had a big brother, I imagine he would be a lot like youâalways looking out for me.
You are one of the kindest people I have ever met in my whole life. You always think of everyone else before yourself and try to take care of everybody. Even now, when I know that youâre really hurting, youâve still come to visit me. You still talk to me and take care of my garden. That really means a lot to me, more than I have the words to say, but I want you to know itâs okay if youâre angry with me. I know I would be. I really hurt youâhurt everybody with what I did, and I am so, so sorry.
I know thereâs nothing I can say or do to make amends for what Iâve done, and Iâm not writing you this letter to make any justifications or excuses. I only want you to know that you mean so much to meâthat my whole life all I ever wanted was to be like you. I never meant to hurt you and knowing that what I did hurt you in ways that I canât even imagine breaks my heart. But what hurts even more is knowing that even now, even after everything I did, youâre still trying to protect me like you always have.
But you donât have to do that anymore, Hero. If after you read this letter, you never want to forgive me and never want to talk to me again, I completely understand. There are certain things that canât be fixed with apologies and regrets. I have a lot of regretsâone of the biggest is hurting the one person in the world I knew would always be there for me. I am so, so sorryâŠ
Heroâs breath got caught in his throat. His eyes burned. He couldnât read anymore.
âIâm going on a run,â he choked outâfrantically reaching for his running shoes. Kel looked up from the video game he had been playing with a confused tilt of his head.
âYouâd better bring a jacket. Itâs cold out there. I heard on the radio that thereâs supposed to be a cold snap tonight.â
Hero nodded, but he couldnât say Kelâs words really registered with him until he was running against the chilly wind. He wished he had listened to his brother and grabbed his jacket, but at the time he had just been so desperate to get out of thereâor, he supposed, more accurately to get away from that letter. There was perhaps something poetic in literally running away from it, but Hero hadnât really been thinking of that at the time. His jogs were his one lifelineâsometimes the only thing that kept him sane, kept him together when he was about to fall apart. It seemed like the only thing he could cling to now.
As Hero turned the corner out onto the main street again, a cold gust of wind blew past. He shivered. It was far too cold for this time of year. Cold snaps werenât particularly common in Faraway Town, but they generally happened in the spring rather than the fall, at least as far as Hero could remember. He couldnât recall a lot of cold snaps. As much as it pained him to admit it, a lot of his memories from before Mari had passed away were becoming hazier and hazier, but he could remember a particularly nasty cold snap from about five years agoâŠ
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âAnd watch out for that unexpected cold front,â said the disc jockey on the radio. âTemperatures will drop to the low 30s and below tonight, so youâll want to get your coats and sweaters back out for the morning.â
âSo much for that spring weatherâŠâ huffed Aubrey shaking her head as she stared at her hand of cards. âAlso, go fish.âÂ
Kel groaned seemingly upset about both the upcoming cold snap and the fact he was losing at cards. âI donât even know where my coat is.âÂ
âIâll help you look for it,â said Hero patting his brother on the arm. âI think I just saw it hanging up in the closet.â
As Kel just shrugged and reached to draw some cards from the pile in the middle of the table, Hero felt a hand tugging at his shirt sleeve. Sunny blinked at him then motioned to his coat in the corner where he had left it weeks earlier, back when the weather had finally started warming up.
âThatâs very nice, Sunny, but you donât have to loan Kel your coat. He has one at home, and youâll need it yourself tomorrow.â
Sunny nodded though his eyes widened in surprise as Mari snuck up behind him wearing his coat and wrapped her arms around him. She giggled as she playfully waved the sleeves around, and Hero stifled a laugh as she teased, âThis coat is a little heavier than usual, isnât it?âÂ
A slight smile tugged at the corners of Sunnyâs mouth, and he let out two quick, heavy breathsâwhich Hero knew meant he was laughing. Seemingly pleased with herself, Mariâs smile widened, and she ruffled her brotherâs hair before slipping out of the coat and handing it to him.
âI already boxed up my coat,â said Basil, nervously twisting his hands. âI think itâs under my bed. Iâll have to go home and check.â
Hero tilted his head at him. Somehow Basil seemed more nervous than usual. Mari seemed to notice as well as her face softened, and she gave him a reassuring smile.
âHow about I walk you home?â she suggested. âSo I can help you look for your coat.â
âThank you, but you donât have to do that, Mari,â sniffled Basil. âIâm sure itâll be okay.â
âI donât mind at all. Itâll be easier to look for it with several people helping.â
âI can help too,â said Hero. âAfter I walk Aubrey home, Iâll stop by and help you look for your coat.â
Basilâs eyes widened, and he held up his hands. âOh no. You donât have to do that. Itâs really not a big deal at all.â
âAnd you donât have to walk me home either,â huffed Aubrey with a slight frown. âI just live a street away.â
âBut itâs dark out. I just want to make sure you get home safely.â
Aubrey rolled her eyes, but her mouth twitched in the corners as she shrugged her shoulders. âAlright, fine, but we should probably get going, huh? Itâs getting late.â
As they all started to say their goodbyes for the evening, Hero watched as Mari gave him a reassuring smile and a look that said, âDonât worry. Iâll find out whatâs bothering, Basil.â
Hero sighed. Of course she had noticed there was something bothering him beyond just his lost coat. Mari was so good at reading people. She always knew when something was wrong and what to do to make someone happy again. It meant a lot to Hero to know that Basil was in such good handsâthough he was sure he would feel a lot better once Aubrey was home safely and Mari had helped Basil work through whatever was troubling him.
After dropping Aubrey off at her house, Hero headed to Basilâs house where he was surprised to see Mari and Basil, who was now wearing his winter coat, out in the yard.
âBasil is worried that his plants will get too cold overnight so weâre going to cover them with some tarps and old picnic blankets,â Mari explained. How she had managed to get Basil to tell her this in such a short amount of time amazed Hero, but he supposed that was just Mariâs way with people. He always admired that about her.
Hero reached for one of the tarps and covered a nearby flowerbed. The cold wind biting at them, loosening the coverings as soon as they had been placed, made the task more difficult than it needed to be, but eventually every flowerbed in Basilâs garden was properly covered, warm enough to survive the cold night.
As the three of them surveyed their work, Basil sniffled. âThank you so much for helping me. You really didnât have to do that, but it means a lot.â
Hero smiled as Mari threw her arms around Basil and hugged him tightly.
âIt was no trouble, Basil,â she said. âWeâre always happy to help. Thatâs what familyâs for.â
Tears pooled in Basilâs eyes as he choked out, âFamily?â
âOf course. Youâre like our little brother.â Giggling, Mari beamed at him and gently ruffled her hand through his hair. âIf you ever need anything, weâll always be here to help youâno matter what.â
Hero nodded in agreement and patted Basilâs shoulder before giving him a hug himself. Wiping the tears from his eyes, Basil sniffled again before saying his final thanks and goodbyes and heading back into his house.
As Hero and Mari started to walk home, Mari reached for Heroâs hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Hero smiled at her, but watching her shiver in the wind, he immediately let go of her hand and tried to disentangle himself from his jacket.
âHere, you can take thisâŠâ he said holding out his coat to her.
Chuckling, Mari wrapped the jacket around her shoulders and playfully teased, âWhat a gentleman! Thank you.â She took his hand againâintertwining their fingers. âYouâre always so sweet, Hero.â
Hero blushed. He watched his feet shuffling on the sidewalk as his face grew warm. âYouâre sweeter,â he gently insisted. âWhat you said to Basil back there was so kind. I could tell it really meant a lot to him.â
Mariâs expression softened, and something bittersweet passed over her eyes. âI feel so sorry for Basil. Itâs just him and his grandma. He must be so lonelyâŠand heâs such a gentle-hearted person. IâŠâ She paused. âI worry about him sometimes. He needs somebody to look out for him.â Â
Hero nodded solemnly, but he gave Mariâs hand a reassuring squeeze.
âHero?â As Mari looked up with him with wide, kind eyes, Heroâs heart could have melted. A smile twitched in the corners of her mouth as she quietly continued, âPromise meâŠthat weâll always take care of BasilâŠ?â
As Hero nodded, a bright smile once again spread across Mariâs face. âOf course, Mari. Weâll always take care of BasilâŠand his flowers too.â
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Hero stopped. Basilâs flowers. What if it got too cold for them and they froze before Basil even got to come home and see them?
Rubbing his hands together for warmth, he took off running towards Basilâs house where he found Polly out in the yard putting tarps over some of Basilâs flowerbeds.
âHi Polly. Can I help?â asked Hero with a slight smile. âI was out on a run when I remembered Basilâs flowers andâŠwith this cold snap coming inâŠâ His voice trailed, but Polly smiled.
âOh thatâs so sweet of you, Hero,â she replied. âIâm just about finished, but if you want to cover that flowerbed over thereââshe paused, motioning to her leftââthat would be a big help.â
Hero nodded, and he reached for a nearby tarp. His brow furrowed as he turned towards the flowerbedâhis chest aching at the sight of the clusters of lilies. Lilies had been Mariâs favorite flower, and Basil had always used to say they reminded him of her. When they were kids, Basil had had flowers that reminded him of all of his friends. If Hero was remembering correctly, his flower had been rosesâthough he had never felt he deserved it. Â
Heroâs eyes narrowed, and he tilted his head. There were rose bushes in this flowerbed too. When had Basil planted these?
âThis is one of Basilâs favorite flowerbeds, you know?â Polly said quietly. âWhen I first came to work here, I once found him curled up in it in the middle of the night during a cold snap like this. He had covered the plants but was worried they still werenât going to be warm enough, so he took the blanket off of his bed and dragged it out here and curled up next to them himself.â
Polly sighed. âWhen I tried to tell him that they were probably warm enough now and he could come back inside, he wouldnât. He said he planted these flowers for his big brother and sister, and he wasnât going to leave them. I was so confused because Basil is an only child, butâŠafter everything that happened this summerâŠI started thinkingâŠâ
Polly stopped and turned to look at Hero. She didnât say anything more, but she didnât have toâHero knew what she was thinking. He was thinking the same thing.
With a heavy sigh, he sunk to the ground. Something coiled and twisted in his chest as he thought about what these last four years must have been like for Basil. Not only was he grieving the loss of Mari, blaming himself for her death and everything that had come after, but he was grieving the loss of his family too, worrying that as soon as they knew the truth, they would see him as he saw himself: unredeemable, unforgivable, and unlovable. Hero could picture him shivering in the garden, desperately clinging to his few remaining memories of the only family he had ever knownâwaiting for the other shoe to drop, for them to learn the truth and leave him behind forever.
As Hero stared at the flowerbed, the carefully tended roses and lilies that had always reminded Basil of him and Mari, Heroâs eyes burned and his vision grew blurred and misty. He could hear Mariâs words, âPromise meâŠthat weâll always take care of BasilâŠ?â
Hero watched as Pollyâs eyes widened in concern. As she leaned forward with an outstretched hand, his brow furrowed. He reached up and touched his cheekâcold from the chilly wind and damp from the tears that had finally struggled free.
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âHâHero?â stammered Basil in surprise as he walked into the hospitalâs common area.
Hero gave him a slight smile. âHey, Basil. Howâs it going?â
âIâŠI thought you were going back to school.â
âYeahâŠIâŠI leave Thursday, but IâŠâ He pausedâtwisting his hands around the handles of the gift bag he had brought with him. âI wanted to see you one more time. I hope thatâs okayâŠ?â
As Heroâs voice trailed, Basil blinked at him with wide eyes, but he managed a brisk nod.
âI brought this for you,â Hero continued, handing Basil the bag. âTheyâre from your garden.â
Basil pulled out a jar filled with roses and lilies that Hero had carefully picked from his garden with Pollyâs permission of course. Hero stared down at his hands and took a deep breath. âPolly told me that flowerbed was one of your favorites. Itâs still in bloom and really pretty. I hope youâll make it home in time to see it before the Fall.â
Basil nodded again but sniffled. âYouâŠyou didnât have to do this. And you didnât have to come either. IâŠI know youâre really busy.â
âI always have time for you,â said Hero with a smile. âAnd after I read your letter, I justâŠI wanted to come see you becauseâŠthereâsâŠsomething really important that I have to tell you.â He swallowed hard with a slight shrug of his shoulders. âI tried writing it down, but I just couldnât find the right words and Iââ
âItâs okay,â Basil quietly interrupted him with a wavering voice. âYou canâŠsay whatever you need to say. Iâm ready.â
âNo. UhâŠumâŠBasilâŠIââ Hero stopped abruptly. As he watched Basil tremble, watched the tears pooling in his eyes as he braced himself for the worst, his heart ached. He completely forgot all the words of reassurance he had planned to say and practically leapt forward, wrapping his arms around Basil and holding him tightly. He could feel Basilâs shoulders stiffenâcould feel him gasp in surprise.
âHeâHero?â choked Basilâhis voice cut off by a strangled, garbled sob in the back of his throat. As he started to shake, Hero knew he was crying, and it broke his heart but not as much as his whispered, âIâm so sorryâŠâ Â
Hero pressed his chin to Basilâs shoulder as tears began to prickle in his own eyes. He hugged him tighterâhoping that simple gesture would say everything he didnât have the words to until finally, at long last, he took a deep breath and said, âI forgive you.â
âWhat?â
âI forgive you, Basil,â Hero repeated in a trembling voiceâtaking a deep breath to brace himself for the next part, the hardest part, of what he knew he had to say. âIâŠwhat happenedâŠitâŠit hurt me.â He pausedâsuddenly struck by the weight of those words and of finally saying them aloud. âButâŠbut that doesnât make you unforgiveable and thatâŠthat doesnât mean I donât care about you anymore. I forgive you, and I know itâs probably not my place to say this butâŠI thinkâŠMari would forgive you too andâŠsheâd want you to forgive yourself. ItâsâŠitâs what I want too.â
Heroâs throat grew dry and burned, but he took a long, shaky breath and continued, âYouâve suffered enough, Basilâpunished yourself enough. I know you think thatâs what you deserve, but thatâs not what Mari would want for you. She really loved you, and all she ever wanted was to take care of you. Beating yourself up about what happened, only hurts youâŠItâs not going to bring her back. IâŠIââhis voice hitchedâ âI know that better than anyone. Believe meâŠif it did, sheâd be here.â
Hero stoppedâa lump forming in the back of his throat as his eyes burned with tears. âMariâMari isnâtâŠhereâŠanymoreâŠâ he stumbled over his words, until finally he pulled away from Basil, placed both hands on his shoulders and met his teary eyes. âBut I am, and I will always be here for you.â
At these words, tears began to pour down Basilâs cheeks as if he had never needed to hear something more in his entire life. He threw his arms around Hero and broke down sobbing. Heroâs face softened, and he pulled Basil close. As he gently patted his back, as he often did whenever he comforted any of his siblings, he caught sight of the jar of flowers on the table: the much loved lilies and roses. Hero sniffled, wiping a tear from his eye, as he thought of Mari and her wish: âPromise meâŠthat weâll always take care of BasilâŠ?â
âI will always take care of you,â Hero gently whispered. âFor both of usâŠâ
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: Chapter 8 "Changing My Life:" Part 3
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Chapter 8 Description: Shivering and soaking wet, Hero drives Lorraine back to her sorority house, and as surprising as it is, what happens next might just have him thinking it was probably for the best he didn't skip out on this party after all...
The Party That Changed Hero's Life: Part 3 of 3
Chapter Word Count: 10,743. Link to Chapter 8 on AO3.
Description (for the entire work): When tragedy struck, Hero lost not only his dearest friend but also his dreams for the future. Even years later, Hero doesn't know what his "forever" looks like without Mari in it, but somehow he finds the strength to carry on and build a new life for himself. With his family and friends both old and new by his side, Hero struggles through life's ups and downs--the joys and sorrows he faces in a world without Mari. In the beginning, he's only looking to survive it all, but somewhere along the way, he might find a purpose, a reason he's still here. Maybe there really is a way he can learn to be happy again, and maybe, just maybe, when he's least expecting it, he might even find himself slowly opening his heart to love again--he might even find himself believing that even the darkest, stormiest of times will eventually pass and the sun will shine again.
A Hero-Centric story spanning 15 years of his life post-good end. Focuses on Hero finding healing & building a life for himself after the loss of Mari. Eventually includes him learning to love again after an extremely slow burn. All pairings are tagged upfront. Rated T for heavy themes & some language. Reading the prequel is recommended.
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Tags For The Story As A Whole (So A Lot Of These Are "Eventual" Tags):
Romantic Relationships: Main Ships: (Past) Hero/Mari and (Eventual) Hero/OC. Side Ships: Brandi/OC and a brief mention of Mikhael/Bebe are the only side ships involving canon characters.
Platonic Relationships: Hero & Brandi Friendship, Hero & Original Characters Friendship. Some Hero & Kel Siblings Relationship & Brotherly Friendship. Hero & Aubrey Friendship. Hero & Basil Friendship. Hero & Sunny Friendship. Hero & His Family.
Characters: Major Canon Characters: Hero (POV Character), Brandi [Intimidating Girl], Mari and Mari's Memory, & Kel. Major Original Characters (Hero's college friends): Kyle, C.J., Zoey, Tamra, and Lorraine. Other Included Canon Characters: Sunny, Basil, Aubrey, Sally, Hero's Parents, Bebe (Short Haired Girl/Fountain Girl) & Mikhael (The Maverick).
Genre: Hero-Centric Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Slice of Life, College Life, Lost Love, Finding Love Again, Finding Healing After Grief, Slow Burn, Developing Friendship, Developing Relationship, Greiving, Catharsis, Heart-To-Heart Chats, Hopeful/Happy Ending, Post-Good Ending, Hero Needs A Hug, Hero Deserves To Be Happy
Rating: T for some heavy themes and thematic elements (i.e. grief & healing from grief and trauma. Implied/Referenced Canonical Character Death & Implied/Referenced Mental Health Issues including depression & suicide. Mentions of Underage Drinking & Partying). Some language.
Warnings: Major Spoilers for OMORI! Heavy themes and thematic elements (i.e. grief & healing from grief and trauma. Implied/Referenced Canonical Character Death & Implied/Referenced Mental Health Issues including depression & suicide. Mentions of Underage Drinking & Partying). Some Language.
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The inside of the Triple E sorority house looked fairly similar to Heroâs fraternityâold, mismatched furniture arranged around a large area rug and coffee tableâthough it was much tidier and more decorative with colorful blankets and throw pillows scattered about. The dim light and pleasant floral scent of some candles definitely helped the place feel much more inviting, and there was faint music.
Hero frozeâsomething aching in his chest. He recognized this songâthat distant, wistful melody. In an instant, he felt like he was that kid playing in his side yardâstunned into silence by the sound of Mariâs piano practice. How many times had he quietly listened by the window to her tinkly melodies?
Heroâs insides twisted. How deafening had that silence been after she was gone?
Tilting his head curiously, his dark eyes narrowed at a nearby piano with chipped wood. Someone in this house must playâŠTamra perhaps? Most music majors had to pass a piano proficiency test, didnât they? Or maybe she was already a pianist? He could hear Brandiâs words in his head again, âThis is exactly why I didnât mention herâ and his stomach felt sick.
Regardless, she wasnât playing now. No one was, and Hero rubbed his forehead wondering if the music was all in his imagination, some memory triggered by the sight of that old piano.
âDo you hear that?â he asked Lorraine.
âIt sounds like Tamraâs practicingâŠâ she replied with a shrug, and something twisted in Heroâs chest. No wonder she reminded him of Mari.
Lorraine paused, glancing over at the empty piano with a thoughtfully furrowed brow. âOr maybe itâs a CD?â
As Lorraine stumbled forward towards a nearby bookcase, Hero was thankfully pulled out of his thoughts. He reached out to steady her, but she gripped onto one of the shelves and began messily rifling through a stack of CDs.
âThatâs okay, Lorraine,â he tried to insist as she started pulling CDs off the shelf, but his brow furrowed curiously at some of the more unexpected albums in their music collection. Sure there were several Backstreet Boys, New Kids on the Block, and *NSYNC albums, a lot of Spice Girls, No Doubt, and Britney Spears, and even some Alanis Morissette, which Hero was fairly certain belonged to Brandi. At first glance, it was all music he probably would have expected from a sorority house, but then Lorraine started pulling out Fleetwood Mac, Guns Nâ Roses, The Rolling Stones, Carole King, and The Doors.
Curiosity getting the best of him, he glanced at the shelf where he saw a lot of his own music collection: The Mamas and The Papas, The Pretenders, Harry Nilsson, and Billy Joel. He swallowed hardâhis breath caught in his throat as Lorraine pulled another CD off the shelf, and Hero caught sight of the familiar album cover of The Beatlesâ Revolver.
âLorraineâŠuhâŠare these yours?â he asked before he could stop himself. Lorraine set The Beatlesâ album on the table with a thoughtful hum.
âUmâŠnot this one, but some of them. Like thisââ With a bright smile she held out the Backstreet Boysâ âMilleniumâ to him. âThis is mine.â
Nodding at her, he smiled slightly, trying his best not to appear too disappointed as he answered kindly, âThatâs a good one.â
Lorraine giggled but before she could say anything to him in response, she, seemingly, lost her balanceâtripping over her feet until she caught herself on the arm of the sofa. As Hero reached out to steady her, supporting her once again against his side, he asked, âIs someone here who can help you, Lorraine?â
âMaybe my sisterâŠâ She hummed before she called, âZoey? Zoey, are you home?â
There were faint noises coming from a nearby doorway which if Hero had to guess, probably led to the kitchen. Lorraine called again, âZoey, youâre never going to believe whoâs here!â
âIf itâs Connor again, I swear LorraineâŠâ a voice called back. âWe talked about this.â
The nearby door swung open and a girl with short, red hair stomped through with a huff, crossing her arms. If Lorraine hadnât said they were sisters, Hero probably wouldnât have been able to guessâthe only traits they had in common were their high cheekbones and the dusting of freckles across their pale noses which were much heavier and much darker in the case of Lorraineâs sister. Zoeyâhad she said her name was?
Hero swallowed hard as Zoey met his gaze with warm and inquisitive eyes, nearly as bright green as her emerald sweater. He wondered if he had ever seen eyes that green before. Had Lorraineâs been the same shade? He supposed he hadnât noticed and thought it would be rude or perhaps uncomfortable if he turned to look at her now to double check.
With a discerning quirk of an eyebrow in his general direction, Zoey tilted her head at him. Hero fidgeted. Something in her green eyes seemed to snap at himâclever, perceptive, as if she could see right through him.
He turned away from her with a flush of pink in his cheeks but not before he caught sight of the slightest twitch of a dry smile in the corners of her mouth as she quipped, âYouâre not Connor.â
âNo,â Hero chuckled lightly, somewhat awkwardly rubbing his hand across the nape of his neck, but Lorraine cut him offâstumbling forward, clutching onto her sisterâs hands and excitedly, drunkenly rambling.
âNo. No,â she insisted. âItâs him. Itâs the prince. He came for me. He saved me! Isnât he handsome?â
Heroâs face burned. He knew Lorraine was very intoxicated, but her voice was still far more swoony than he felt he deserved especially when he heard Zoeyâs breathy, stifled snort of a laugh. Â
âThe prince, huh?â she repeatedâher voice deadpan. Hero stared intently at his feet, too embarrassed to see her expression, but he did hear her add in what seemed to be genuine confusion, âWhy is he soaking wet?â
âHe jumped in the pool to save me after I fell in,â explained Lorraine in an enthusiastically bubbly voice, seemingly suddenly forgetting about how much she hadnât wanted her sister to know about that a mere fifteen minutes before.
âYou fell in the pool?â
Lorraine conveniently sidestepped the question or perhaps it just didnât register in the mental fog of drunkenness. âHe jumped right into the pool after me even though the water was freezing cold and then he drove me all the way home. Heâs the taxi prince too, Zoey.â
âReally? I was starting to think that was just a rumor.â She paused, then shot him a crooked smile. âYou have quite the reputation, Mr. Prince.â
Hero could feel the tips of his ears turn red. He wasnât entirely sure how to respond to that. He was sure she wasnât really making fun of him, but her delivery was so dry that he wasnât sure how serious she was being either. Not to mention the fact that, before tonight, he hadnât had the slightest idea that he had a reputation in the first place, and the very idea made him feel almost as uneasy as that knowing look Zoey was giving him now.
Before he could begin to explain himself, however, Zoeyâs expression softened. A slight smile spread between her cheeksâwarm and genuine. It reached her green eyes as she said, âThank you for saving my sister. Can I get you anything? A warm cup of a tea?ââshe quirked an eyebrow at himââA towel maybe?âÂ
Hero glanced down at his clothesâstill dripping water all over the wood floors, and he buried his face in his hands. âIâm sorry, Iââ
âHe said he wanted sandwiches. Heâs going to make me one,â Lorraine interrupted with a giggle.
Zoey sighed, rolling her eyes, though Hero could have sworn there was some affection in them. âHeâs not going to make you a sandwich,â
There was a short lag in Lorraineâs reaction time. She blinked blankly at them before she pouted, âWhy not?â
âBecause Iâm sure he has to go back to his castle,â quipped Zoey âSign some royal proclamations, maybe slay a dragon later if he has time.â She paused, that sarcastic twitch of a smile curving in the corners of her mouth as she turned to him with a dry, âOr have you already done those things before you started saving damsels in distress?â
Hero laughed in spite of himself and his flushed cheeks. It was kind of impressive how quick witted she was, and, if he was being honest, he much preferred these âprince charmingâ jokes when the punchline seemed to be that he wasnât actually deserving of the title.
As he pursed his lips to stifle his laughter, Zoey met his eyes again and a smile tugged at her mouth, but before she could say anything, Lorraine sighed, âBut couldnât he add making sandwiches to his royal to-do list?â
Zoeyâs eyes narrowed. âAre we sure he can even make a sandwich? Donât you think he has a royal chef to do that?â
âOhâŠâ sighed Lorraine who, it seemed, was far too drunk to catch on to her sisterâs sarcasm. âWe donât have a chef, Your Highness.â
âThatâsâthatâs okay,â Hero breathily reassured her, but his blush deepened as he turned towards Zoey. He looked away abruptly but gently began to insist, âIâI can make a sandwichâŠItâs really no trouble at all.â
âWeâre good. Thanks,â answered Zoey curtly with a pointed stare, and Heroâs ears burned. Had he said the wrong thing? Â
âButââ Lorraineâs protest was promptly cut off by her sister patting her lightly on the head.
âGo change out of those wet clothes, then weâll get you some water and a granola bar or something if youâre that hungry. Iâm sure âprince charmingâsâ royal carriage is waiting.â
Hero half-laughed, half-coughed in spite of himself. It was probably the only time his hunk of junk of a car, as Kel would probably call it, would ever be called a royal carriage.
Zoey tilted her head towards himâan expression he couldnât quite place passing over her face until she dryly teased, âIâd offer you a change of clothes too, your majesty, but unless you want to wear a towel, Iâm not sure we have anything thatâll fit you.â
âYou can wear one of my towels,â swooned Lorraine before she hiccupped lightly and burst into inebriated giggling.
Hero chokedâhis face flushing scarlet. âOhâŠuhââ His voice cracked, but luckily Zoey cut him off.
âLorraine, heâs royaltyâtry to have some class.â Her delivery was so dry and snarky that Hero chuckled in spite of himself as he stared intently at the floor, his cheeks burning at the idea of waltzing around anywhere in a towelâlet alone the sorority house of practical strangers. If Kyle was here, heâd likely say that was the college experience, but it wasnât the experience Hero wanted.
âRightâŠIâm sorry, Your Highness,â Lorraine offered a slurred but sincere apology. âIâm sure you only wear royal towels.â
Snorting a laugh, Zoey rolled her eyes and playfully swatted at her sister. âGo on⊠Get out of those wet clothes before you embarrass yourself even more in front of the prince.â
As Lorraine nodded and stumbled her way down a hallway to the left of the entry way, Zoey shook her head and sighed. âSorry about that. Lorraine gets aggressively flirty when she gets drunk. Just ignore her.â Â
âItâsâŠitâs okayâŠâ choked Hero though his face was still bright red.
âIâm sure youâre used to getting flirted with all the timeâseeing as you are royalty,â Zoey dryly teased. Â
As he rubbed the back of his neck, he somehow managed a quiet and breathy, âYouâd be surprisedâŠâ He pausedâtwisting his hands as he quickly added, âUhâŠwhat I mean isâŠIâI donât think people reallyâŠIâm not veryâŠuhââ He stopped abruptly realizing that his nervous fidgeting had been spraying water all over the ground. âOh, Iâm sorry. Let me help clean that upâŠâ
âNo, itâs fine. Iâll get it,â Zoey cut him off with a dismissive wave of her hand. âYou should probably get out of those wet clothes too. Maybe head home or at least head back to whatever party you were at?â
Hero nodded. It didnât sound like much of a question. âYeah, sorry.â
âThanks again for saving my sister,â said Zoey with a smile, and Hero could feel that warmth in his cheeks again.
âIt was really nothing,â he insisted with a shrug of his shoulders. âAnd it was probably overkill. I just spent the summer as a lifeguard so I think I just went into autopilot when I saw her fall in.â Just like he had with Sunny and Basil in Faraway ParkâŠBut he didnât tell her that, just pushed the thought away swallowing hard.
âYouâre a lifeguard too, and modestâŠ?â Zoey tilted her head at him. âYou certainly are a man of many talents, Mr. Prince.â
âYou really donât have to call me that,â Hero chuckled awkwardly. âYou can just call me âHero.ââ
Zoey quirked an eyebrow at him. âSmooth.â
Heroâs face burned. He realized how that sounded only after he had said it, and he somewhat frantically began to stumble over his words of explanation. âNoâŠuhâŠumâŠthatâs just my nickname.â
âCanât imagine why that isâŠâ she quipped with the twitch of a smile. Heroâs blush deepened, and he ran his hand through his damp hair before he scratched the back of his neck.
âI really liked hero sandwiches as a kid. I wanted to eat them for every meal so everyone started calling me âHeroâ andâŠâ He swallowed hard, turning away from the pointed look she was giving him. âMy actual name is Henryâyou can call me that if you want, but nobody ever really calls me that.â
âSo you want me to call you something nobody else calls you?â she teased dryly, and Hero tried his best to take a deep breath. Oh gosh, did she think he was hitting on herâŠ? He wanted to sink into the living room rug.
âUhâŠumâŠIâm not really sure I have any other nicknames. My MamĂĄ Alma calls me âcocineritoâ sometimes, and my roommate calls me âMamaâ and heâs got the rest of our fraternity doing it now so I guess you could call me that if you want,â he added in a panic, staring pleadingly at the floor hoping it would swallow him up. A look of recognition passed over Zoeyâs eyes, followed by surprise.
âWaitâŠyouâre âMamaâ?â
Despite his brow furrowing, Hero nodded, and Zoey laughed. âKyle will not shut up about you. Not that that means anything since Kyle wonât shut up about anything, butâŠyouâre just not what I pictured I guess.â
âYouâŠknow Kyle?â
Zoey laughed. âYeah. And heâs told me almost everything about you, but I guess he never mentioned me, huh?ââshe rolled her eyes somewhat affectionatelyââCalls himself my best friendâŠwhat a moron.â
Ignoring that blush in his face, Hero tilted his head, finally realizing what he should have put together ages ago. âYouâre ZuzuâŠ?â
âOh gosh, no one calls me that except Kyle, and I have no idea why he does, especially after everything I do for him.â She shook her head lightly, but she smiledâmeeting his eyes again with her bright green ones. âIâm ZoeyâZoey Park.â
She held out her hand, and he reached to shake it with a smile as he said, âHeroâŠor uhâŠHenry Padilla. Whatever you want to call me. I donât mind.â
âHeroâs fine. It suits you,â she replied with a shrug and a twist of her mouth. âBut I also like âMr. Princeâ and âMamaâ even though Iâm pretty sure you stole that nickname from me, you know?â she teased, and Hero sheepishly chuckled.
âSorryâŠâ he mumbled. âIâll talk to Kyle ifââ Zoeyâs laughter cut him off, and Hero shuffled his feet with an almost inaudible, âWhat?â
âNothing. Itâs justâŠyou really are just as sincere as Kyle said, huh?â She paused, but her expression softened. âItâs fineâreally. Iâm only kidding around. Sorry if Iâve been acerbic. Kyle says Iâm too dryâitâs hard to tell if Iâm joking or not.â
She shrugged her shoulders with a slight smile. âBut Iâm actually really glad Kyle has someone to look out for him. I canât keep up with all his partying, and I think he got sick of me telling him off for binge drinking all the time, so itâs nice to know he still has a good influence around. He has nothing but nice things to say about youâthinks youâre a literal saint.â
Heroâs face blushed red. He could feel the tips of his ears burning again. He really should learn how to take a compliment one of these days.
Before he could even think of something to say in response, however, Zoey continued, âWhich of course means that I definitely canât send you back to that party soaking wet. Kyle will never let me hear the end of it.â She paused, chuckling before she sighed. âDo you have something you can change into? Youâre welcome to use our bathroom before you head out, and we do have towels to help you dry offâbut please donât wear them. Nobody wants to see that.â She was deadpan, but Hero knew she was teasing him. His face burned. Somehow, despite his embarrassment, however, he found himself laughingâthough he tried his best to stifle it.
âIâŠuhâŠactually think I have a change of clothes in my trunk. I just bought some for my brother on a clearance rack at Other Mart but Kyle wouldnât let me unload all my groceries before we left for the party soâŠâ His voice trailed with uncertainty, but he supposed that Kelâs clothes were probably better than these sopping wet ones and were definitely better than a towel.
It wasnât until he was out in the street, digging through his car in the rain which had once again begun to sprinkle, that he realized how ridiculous this all was. He could just change clothes back at the party, instead of imposing on practical strangers, but he couldnât deny that he would feel so much better if he didnât have to spend another minute in these chaffing wet jeans and the heaviness of this soaked sweater dripping water everywhere. Even getting to dry his hair with a towel would be a great comfort. He would run inside, change quickly, thank Zoey and Lorraine again for letting him use their bathroom, apologize for any inconvenience and head back to the party.
Once he found the clothes, Zoey let him back into the house, showed him to the bathroom and gave him a stack of towels before she disappeared to help Lorraine and Hero headed into the bathroom. With a sigh of relief, he dried off and finally changed out of those uncomfortably soaked clothes. As much as he felt guilty for imposing of these women he barely knew, he would be eternally grateful to them for allowing him the respite of not having to spend one more minute in those chaffing jeans.
When he walked back into the living room to thank Zoey profusely one more time before heading out, however, he found her talking on the phone. He shuffled awkwardly in place not wanting to interrupt but also not wanting to eavesdrop as he heard her say, âYouâre worse than, Lorraine. I swear Iâm hanging up on yââ She stopped abruptly, covering her hand with her mouth in her best attempt to stifle a snorted laugh that reached her eyes at the sight of him.
Hero flushed. He supposed Kelâs clothes did not fit him nearly as well as he would have hoped, and he reached up to pat his damp, messy mop of hair which he was sure was even more unruly than usual.
âNo. No, not you Brandi,â she said hurriedly into the receiver. âHe just walked out. Do you want to talk to him?â There was a pause before she nodded and continued, âOkay. Iâll see you later. Bye.â
As she hung up the phone, she couldnât seem to hide the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. âThat is quite the look, Mr. Prince,â she quipped.
âMy brother plays basketball,â Hero explained, though even he could admit he probably looked a little ridiculous with his slim frame practically swimming in the long shorts and jersey. Even if he and Kel were roughly the same height, his brother had far more muscle than he did and likely wouldnât be so drowned by the loose-fitting athletic clothes.
Still stifling a laugh behind her hand, Zoey nodded, and Hero cleared his throatâtrying his best to change the subject.
âWas that Brandi?â
âYeah, she just wanted to give me a headâs up that you and Lorraine were headed over. I didnât realize you knew her.â
Hero nodded. âWe grew up in the same townâgraduated from the same high school. She was the only person I knew in the city for a while.â
âWell sheâs a much better character reference than Kyle. I wouldâve led with that,â bantered Zoey, but her expression softened. âShe said you were pretty heroicâno pun intended.â
As Hero chuckled lightly, Zoey reached out to take his wet clothes from him asking, âDo you want me to throw these in the dryer for you?â
Flushing, Hero held up his hands and insisted, âOh you donât have to do that.â
Zoey shrugged. âIt doesnât have to be a whole cycle just enough so theyâre not dripping water anymore.â
âIâve imposed enough already,â sighed Hero. âI donât want to cause you any more trouble.â
âItâs no troubleâin fact youâd be kind of helping me out. Brandi said if I donât at least offer, sheâs never going to talk to me again, and Kyle will probably be mad too.â Hero couldnât tell if she was completely joking or not, though the upturned corners of her mouth seemed to suggest she was teasing just a little. Still, he apologized, âSorry.â
âDonât worry about it,â she waved her hand dismissively, but the expression in her eyes was kind. âThey kind of have a point, I guess. You did save my sisterâŠThe least I can do is throw your clothes in the dryer.â She paused. âUnless youâre heading home.â
âIâm the designated driver so Iâm stuck out for a while,â he sheepishly admitted. âButâŠI really donât want to intrudeâŠâ
Zoey waved her hand at him. âThe dryer it is. And youâre not intruding.â Her mouth twitched into a lopsided smile. âBelieve me, if I didnât want you here, you wouldnât be, no matter what Kyle or Brandi had to say about it.â
As she shot him a half-smile, Hero somewhat awkwardly followed her through the doorway into a kitchen, dining, and laundry room combination where she quickly threw his wet clothes into the dryer which was loud and clangingâshaking and humming until Zoey gave it a good smack with her hand. It quieted a little after that but didnât completely stop.
âYou learn to ignore that,â she quipped before she made her way over to the kitchen counter. âCan I get you anything? Some waterâa cup of coffee or tea?â
âUhâŠâ Hero stumbled unsurelyâtrying to decide whether it would be more rude to refuse her offer or to take her up on it, but Zoey met his eyesâgiving him a reassuring smile and he said, âA cup of tea would be great, please. Thank you.â
âYouâre so polite,â she chuckled as she turned to pick up the tea kettle and began to fill it with water. âGuess the royals really do take those manners seriously.â
As Zoey turned around, she caught him chuckling under his breath and her mouth twitched to one side in a lopsided smile. She didnât say anything, however, just motioned to the barstools at the counter. âPlease feel free to sit down. Itâll take a minute for the water to heat up. Iâd let you sit at the table, but itâs kind of a mess right now.â Hero glanced over at the books and papers spread out over the kitchen table. Zoey or someone must have been studying. âI wasnât expecting company.â
Before Hero could begin to apologize for intruding and offer to leave, he pausedâgrowing suddenly aware of that faint piano music again. He rubbed his hand wearily across his forehead. It was much louder in this room and he was beginning to wonder if he was just hearing things when he realized there was a cd player on the hutch of a china cabinet.
âIs that Chopin?â he asked, and Zoey nodded. âDo you play?â
Chuckling, Zoey shook her head. âNo. I probably couldnât even pick out âMary Had A Little Lamb to save my life,â but my roommate Tamra is a double major: Music and Education and has a ton of these CDs. I got hooked on listening to them while I study.â
Hero sighed. So she was Tamraâs roommate Brandi had mentioned to him earlier. It really was a small world.
âWhat about you?â she asked. âDo you play?â
âI used to, a little. I was never good enough for Chopin though.â He chuckled. âBut I knew somehow who was. He was her favorite composer. She loved his waltzes especially this one. Itâs called âThe Farewell.ââ
âThatâs beautiful. I didnât know that. On the back of the CD, it just says âWaltz in WhateverââŠâ Her voice trailed, before she smiled. âI think Tamra loves this song too, but she says she has a love-hate relationship with Chopin right now. Apparently the chair of the music department keeps making her play his stuff, and sheâs getting sick of it.â
Something coiled in the pit of Heroâs stomach, and he swallowed hard. Suddenly thinking of Mari. If she was still with them, would she be a music major now too? Spreading her love of classical music to her roommate? Growing frustrated with having to play Chopin over and over?
His chest ached, and he mentally kicked herself for bringing her up in the first place. It was his own fault, and he shouldnât have done itâprobably wouldnât have in any other situation, but Zoey was so easy to talk to. He couldnât explain why, but there was something comfortable about her that made him feel at ease, made him forget to think before he talked.
He swallowed hard. He'd have to be more careful before he ended up dumping on her or making himself miserable or both.
âTamraâs great,â Zoeyâs voice pulled him out of his thoughts. âYou really should meet her sometimeâespecially if youâre a Chopin fan.â
âI think we actually met earlier at the party,â Hero replied, but he swallowed hardâsuddenly thinking about Tamraâs earrings again. The way that her laughter had reminded him so much of Mariâs. And she was pianist now too⊠His chest ached, and he pushed the thought away. âWe uhâŠdidnât talk about music though.â
âWell you should,â said Zoey with a smile. âNobody around here knows anything about music, so Iâm sure sheâd love to talk to someone who really appreciated it.â
âSomebody here has good music taste,â Hero gently insisted, thankful for the opportunity to change the subject. âFleetwood Mac, The Rolling Stones, Billy Joel, The BeatlesâŠâ
âDo you usually make a habit of snooping through other peopleâs stuff when you visit them?â Zoey interrupted crossing her arms though there was something bantering in her eyes.
Heroâs face flushed. âSorry,â he quickly apologized even though he knew she was only teasing him. âLorraine was taking some of the CDs off the shelf in the living room, and I justâŠnoticed, I guess. I wasnât trying to pry.â
Zoey chuckled lightly. âIâm just teasing. Itâs fine, especially since you have good taste.â
âAre those CDs yours?â he asked with the slightest twitch of a hopeful smile, and Zoey shrugged.
âA lot of them. I got sick of listening to bubblegum pop and boy bands all the time, so I thought maybe Iâd get my sorority sisters to expand their horizons a little. But I keep most of my favorite CDs in my room.â
âWhatâs your favorite?â
Zoey tilted her head thoughtfully. âRight now or of all time?â
Heroâs brow furrowed, and he hummed, eventually deciding on, âAll time?â
âEverybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can't We? by The Cranberries.â Her answer was immediate, confident as if she didnât even need to think about it, and as she continued, it was clear to Hero why. âIt was the first album I ever bought myself. I couldnât get enough of the song âLinger.â I used to obsessively sit by the radio hoping theyâd play it, and finally decided I should just buy the whole album so I could listen to it whenever I wanted. I loved the whole thingâfell in love with the band too. I even cut my hair in high schoolâhad a pixie cut to look like Dolores O'Riordan. Itâs grown out now.â
She chuckled ruffling her hand through her bobbed red hair. Hero tried to picture her with even shorter hair. He wondered how different sheâd look.
âI have every Cranberries album now,â she continued. âbut that oneâs still my favorite. Thereâs just something special about that first album you ever buy, you know? But itâs funnyâ âLingerâ isnât even my favorite song on it anymore.â
Hero smiled, somewhat sheepishly. He honestly wasnât sure he had ever heard of that song or that album beforeâmaybe heâd recognize it if he listened to it, but still he was curious. âWhatâs your favorite song now?â
âItâs called âSunday.â Very underrated.â She pausedâher mouth curving into a lopsided smile. âDonât tell me youâre a Cranberries fan too, Mr. Prince.â
Hero shook his head, though his face felt a little warm. âIâm sorry. I canât say Iâve ever really listened to them before.â
âWell, itâs nice to know you have some flaws,â she teased dryly. âBut this oneâs fixable. Especially since I know Kyle has that album, believe it or not. I think he got curious about my hair so he bought it to see what all the fuss was about. Iâm not sure if it was really for him though. He tends to stick to his Top 40 hits, and The Cranberries have had a couple, but theyâre a little too alt-rock for Kyleâs taste, I think.â
The kettle whistled, and Zoey turned back to the stove, turning off the burner. âWhat kind of tea would you like? Iâve got black, green, herbalâŠâ
âAnything is fine. Thank you,â he said as she started rifling through one of the cabinets.
âHow about Earl Grey?â asked Zoey with a hum as she pulled out a box.
Heroâs smile widened. âThatâs my favorite.â
âMine too. Small world, huh?â As she pulled out two coffee mugs and began to prepare their tea, Zoey asked, âSo uhâŠwhat was the first album you ever boughtâif you donât mind me asking?â
Hero swallowed hard. He was grateful she had her back to him so she wouldnât see his face as he quietly answered, âThe Beatles Revolver. I bought it on vinyl.â
âOoh, fancy,â she teased with a laugh as she handed him his cup. âAnd good choice. Just donât tell me you bought it for âYellow Submarine.ââ
Fidgeting, Hero turned away from her, staring down at his hands as he managed a breathy laugh and a shake of his head. âUhâŠno, umâŠI mean itâs a good song butâŠthere was a different oneâŠâ
There was a long pause, and Hero shifted in his seat. He could feel Zoey staring at him inquisitively, perceptively. He suddenly felt exposedâthough he knew it was irrational. He hadnât said anything all that personal, butâŠeverything that was related to Mari felt so intimate now. He didnât want to talk about any of it. He was almost afraid to.
Hero sighedâtrying to push the thought away. Surely, she wouldnâtâŠ
âLet me guess: âHere There and Everywhere?ââ
Heroâs breath caught in his throat, and his chest twisted. âHow did you know?â The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them.
Zoey shrugged, seemingly unphased as she took a sip of her tea. âEh, you just seem like the type. If you had said it was âAbbey Roadâ I wouldâve guessed it was âSomething.ââ
Rubbing his hand across the nape of his neck, Hero chuckled lightly, awkwardly. He supposed he was pretty predictable. Still, he hadnât realized he was so transparent. He certainly didnât try to be. Quite the opposite usually.
âItâs a good song,â he admitted quietly. âBut I donât really listen to it anymore. ItâŠbrings upââ He stopped abruptly, hoping that had been enough explanation. Â
After a short pause, he finally looked up at Zoey again. Her expression had softened, and she tilted her head towards himâsomething sympathetic in her eyes. âItâs always a shame when good songs get tangled up with bad memories, isnât it?â
With a sigh, she shrugged her shoulders, and Hero nodded. In the pause that followed, he pursed his lips together trying to push it all out of his mind by focusing on something elseâanything else. It just so happened that that âsomething elseâ was the refrigerator which was covered in colorful magnets, notes in glitter pens and flowery handwriting, and pictures, including several of Lorraine.
Hero shook his head somewhat guiltily. He couldnât believe he had forgotten. âIsâŠumâŠLorraine, okay?â
âOh yeah. Sorry, I forgot to tell you. Sheâs safe in bed now and wanted me to say goodbye to you for her,â Zoey replied with a smile. âShe tried to stay awake for you, but she completely tuckered outâwas practically falling asleep standing up so I helped her into bed while you were out at your car. Donât worry I gave her something to eat and plenty of water too, but she was pretty tired.â
Zoey paused, chuckling. âShe says thank you again for everything. Believe me, this is probably all sheâll talk about for the next month or so, and Iâm sure sheâd love to see you again if you wanted to actually take her out. You are her âprince charmingâ after all.â
Hero blushed but bit his lip. âOh uhâŠitâsâŠitâs not like that. I meanâŠLorraine seems like a very sweet girl, but IâIâm not really looking for a relationshipâŠIâm too busy with school. I was really only trying to help. I have a little sister myself, and I guess I was just kind of hoping that if she ever fell in a pool one day at a party that somebody would jump in after her.â Hero twisted his hands. He hadnât meant to say all of thatâespecially not in such rambling panic, but Zoey just smiled.
âThatâs sweet. How oldâs your sister?âÂ
âSheâs one,â said Hero with a smile and a light chuckle. âWas born at the end of my senior year of high school. It was a big surprise and kind of a big age gap, but I always wanted a sister. I feel bad that I havenât been able to be home that much with her, but she has Kelâthatâs our brother. Heâs 16.â
âAnd more athletic than you?â teased Zoey, her brow furrowing at the basketball clothes.
Hero chuckled. âYeah, but thatâs a low bar. I meanâbesides being able to swim and my morning runs, Iâm really not that athletic.â
âI ran track in high school so Iâm a little insulted you donât count running as a sport.â She clicked her tongue, but she chuckled banteringly.
âBelieve me, itâs not a sport the way that I do it. Itâs kind of pathetic actually,â quipped Hero with a somewhat self-deprecating laugh. âBut I really just run to clear my head and for some exerciseânot to be an Olympic sprinter. Iâm honestly not very fast, but my brother Kel is super speedyâcan run circles around me, around anybody really. And heâs a really talented athlete. His basketball teamâs won all kinds of tournaments. Heâs supposed to have one in the city later this year. Iâve been hoping heâll get to stop by for a visit when heâs in town.â
âYou miss him.â It wasnât a question, and there was something warm in her expression that made Hero nod and answer her. Â
âYeah. He was my best friend.â He paused. He hadnât meant to say that out loud, and he hoped Zoey wouldnât catch the hidden meaning in those words. Her brow furrowed, and the knowing look that passed over her face made Hero fidget.
Thankfully, she didnât pry; instead, she said, âI miss my little brother too, but I donât think he misses me all that much. Jaredâs 15 and has been going through a misanthrope phase, but I guess heâs kinda been going through that forever. He tolerates me, I think, and talks to me sometimes, but he has very little patience for Lorraine. She says heâs been dodging her calls.â
âHowâŠuhâŠâ Hero paused, unsure of how exactly to word his question without it seeming rude. âHow much of an age gap do you and Lorraine have?â
â3 minutes. Iâm older,â laughed Zoey. âIt was kind of a surprise for our parents, I think. Twins donât run in our family. But apparently they do now. I keep telling Lorraine we need to be extra careful out thereâthe chances of a fraternal twin having twins herself is pretty high. I donât know if she ever listens to me thoughââshe rolled her eyesââsiblings, right? Youâre the oldest too, arenât you? So you get it.â
Chuckling, Hero nodded. âYeah. Iâm the oldestâeverywhere actually. Even with all my cousins on both sides of my family. At home, though, itâs just the three of us: me, Kel, and Sally. What about you?â
âWe have a couple cousins on my dadâs side, but we were never very close. My momâs an only child so no cousins there. She always wanted siblings so I think thatâs why thereâs three of us, but yeah, itâs just me, Lorraine, and Jared.â She paused, humming thoughtfully. âWe sometimes throw William in there as an extra little brother. Heâs Jared best friend and practically lives at our house so heâs always felt like one of the family.â
Heroâs face softened, and his lips curved into a bright, kind smile. âMy brothersâ best friendsâwell, uh, theyâre my friends too but umâI feel the same way about them. Itâs like having a second familyâall these other siblings.â
âExactly.â Chuckling in agreement, Zoey took a sip of her tea. âI suppose Iâd throw Kyle in there too. Heâs always been like a brother to me, but thatâs different.â
Hero tilted his head. He was curious about Zoey and Kyleâs friendship and about how they had become friends in the first place, but he didnât think he knew her well enough to ask and he didnât want to pry into her private business. Still, it seemed she gave him a half-answer to the question without him even needing to ask it.
âKyle has this way of kind of adopting peopleâespecially when they help him study. But thatâs how you guys became friends too, right? Kyle says you guys met in chemistry.â She paused, and Hero nodded. âYouâre a pre-med major, right?â
âYeah. And youâreâŠengineering?â
âCivil Engineering.â Zoey stopped, and her face positively lit up when she said, âI want build bridges.â
âHave you always wanted to do that?â asked Hero though from the bright smile on her face when she talked about it, he could already guess the answer.
She nodded. âYeah. Even when I was little and my sister was playing dolls or dress up, I was building bridges out of blocks and tinker toys. I even built one out of a gingerbread house kit one year.â
âHow did you do that?â
Zoey shrugged. âWell, it was a while ago, but I think I used toothpicks and candies for the trusses. I was only 11 when I made it so, honestly, Iâm not sure how well it wouldâve held up if Jared started sending his toy cars across it.â
As she laughed, her smile reached her green eyes. There was so much passion in the way she talked about bridges. It was infectious. Hero didnât want her to stop, but since he honestly didnât know the first thing about bridges, he didnât know what to ask as a follow up question so he stumbled his way through, âWhatâs your favorite kind of bridge?â
Zoey burst into laughterâthough, for her credit, she tried to cover her mouth. âDid you just ask me my favorite kind of bridge?â
Heroâs face flushed, but he shrugged his shoulders. âThereâŠareâŠmultiple different kinds, right? IâŠuhâŠthink I saw a Magic School Bus episode about that over the summer with Sally. My mom tries to put on educational shows for her.â
âWell you must be an expert then,â Zoey bantered, but her expression softened. âBut yes, there are multiple different kinds of bridges, and Iâve never actually been asked this question before, so I donât knowâŠâ
With a light laugh and a hum, she clicked her tongue. âI guess, suspension bridges are pretty cool, but theyâre kind of overrated. I think I prefer truss bridgesâespecially a good bowstring truss or just any kind of bowstring bridge in general, I guess. Thatâs probably my favorite.â She smiled at him, but her grin widenedâteasing and cheeky like she knew he didnât understand anything she had just said. âWhat about you, Mr. Prince?â she bantered dryly. âWhatâs your favorite kind of bridge?â
âWell, uhâŠI like the Stanley Wilbertson Bridge.â
Zoey hummed, clearly trying her best not to laugh. âGood choice. That is actually a bowstring arch bridge so one of my favorites too. Though Iâm guessing you picked it because itâs one of the only bridges you know.â
Hero blushed, but he nodded conceding, âYeah. We didnât have a lot of bridges in Faraway Town where I grew up. I know the big ones like Golden Gate Bridge or Brooklyn Bridge or London Bridge. Kyle sent me a post card from the Bridge of Sighs this summer.â
âYeah, he sent me that one too,â chuckled Zoey. âHeâs always sending me postcards of bridges. I think heâs teasing meâthinks itâs a strange interest, but I love them. Iâve never wanted to do anything else besides build one. Itâs my dream.â Her expression softened. Something wistful passed over her eyes before she asked, âWhat about you? You always wanted to be a doctor?â
Hero shifted in his seat, staring down at his hands twisting around the handle of his cup. After listening to how passionate Zoey was about her career path, he honestly felt a little self-conscious about how unsure and somewhat apathetic he felt about his. Ever since his conversation with Sunny, he had started to consider the possibility of it becoming a real passion for him someday, but he wasnât there yet. Right now the honest answer was, âNo. I uhâŠwellâŠI actually wanted to be a chef when I was a kid.â
âA chef, huh? Well that explains why Kyle thinks youâre Bobby Flay. I thought he was just impressed because he canât make a pop tart, but hey, youâre probably making gourmet meals over there.â
Sheepishly scratching the back of his neck, Hero shrugged. âI dunno. I donât really cook much anymore. Iâm too busy with school, butâŠI still enjoy it when I can. I think I prefer it as a hobby thoughâhaving to cook as a job might take the fun out of it.â He chuckled lightlyârunning a hand through his unruly hair. âBut IâmâIâm really out of practice.â
âIâm sure youâre better at it than most guys I know.â She twisted her mouth to one side. âSorry, I teased you earlier about not being able to cook. I bet you make a mean sandwich.â
âWould you like me to make you one?â he asked with a slight smile. âItâs the least I can do to thank you for letting me borrow your dryer.â And for overstaying my welcome⊠Hero thought, but he didnât add that part. Â
âLorraine would never forgive me,â laughed Zoey. âBetter take a raincheck on that.â
Hero nodded, and Zoey tilted her head curiously as she leaned on the kitchen counter. âWhere did you learn to cook?â
âMy grandma, MamĂĄ Almaâshe taught me when I was really young. Sheâs an amazing chef. Her family used to run a restaurant, and she worked there most of her life until she moved with my PapĂĄ Miguel to Faraway Town and settled down to raise a family. Cooking was always one of her passions though.â A gentle, affectionate smile spread across his face. âNone of my cousins ever really took an interest, but I used to go over to visit her on Sunday afternoons and help her cook a big family dinner for everybody. She said I had a gift.â
âIs that why she calls you âLittle Chefâ?â
âYeah. She always calls me her âcocinerito,ââ chuckled Hero, impressed she had remembered. âYou speak Spanish?â
With a modest chuckle, Zoey sighed. âNot very well, Iâm afraid. I lived in Spain for three years, but it was from the time I was 6 to the time I was 9 so itâs all kind of rusty and I definitely wouldnât consider myself fluent.â She shrugged her shoulders. âMost of what I remember is related to food, honestly.â
âWhy did your family move to Spain?â Hero asked curiously.
âMy dadâs in the navy. Heâs an admiral now and has been stationed at the base in Seaport since I was about 13, but we used to move around a lot.â Zoey reached for her cup and took another drink of her tea. âBy the time I was 12, I had lived in 5 different countries.â
âWow, I uhâŠthatâs amazing. I think the farthest Iâve ever really traveled is a family trip to Florida once. Iâve barely ever left Faraway Town which is where Iâve lived my whole life. Itâs just this tiny suburban town in the middle of nowhereâabout 3 hours from here, maybe 2 and a half if you donât hit too much traffic. Itâs about 2 hours from Seaport too, I think. Itâs been a while since Iâve made the drive. My friends and I used to go on day trips to the beach there when we were younger.â He paused, chuckling lightly as he ran his hand through his hair. âBut Iâm sure that sounds pretty boring to a jetsetter like you.â
With a sigh, Zoey shook her head. âItâs not all itâs cracked up to be. I always kind of wished I grew up in a small townâput down some roots close to family and friends without having to pick up and leave again.â She sighed again. âIâm sure it has its downsides too, though.â
Hero nodded, and the words slipped out without thinking. âThereâs nowhere to runâŠâ
Zoey tilted her head at himâher eyes narrowing inquisitively as she leaned her elbows on the counter, resting her chin against her hand. âAre you running from something?â
Hero blinked at herâswallowing hard and fidgeting under the weight of her gaze. He took a deep, shaky breath, but thankfully before he had to say anything the buzzer of the dryer interrupted them.
With a shrug of her shoulders, Zoey walked over to check the dryer then called, âYour clothes are still damp. Do you want me to run them again?â
âYou donât have to do that,â Hero insisted, but Zoey waved her hand.
âItâs no problem, and honestly, just between us, you probably donât want to go back to the party dressed like this.â
Hero chuckled lightly but nodded, conceding that she was probably right.
After starting the dryer again, she pulled one of barstools around to other side of the counter so she could sit down and still face him. When he commented on how nice the furniture was, especially when compared to the barstools at his fraternity, Zoey went into a story about how Tamra and the president of their sorority, Karey, had stumbled on them at a flea market about a week ago and haggled over the price eventually purchasing them for next to nothing. Hero thought this was the perfect segue into his own story about how some of his fraternity brothers had recently dragged home a beanbag chair they had found thrown out on the curb in front of some apartment buildings near campus. It made Zoey laugh, and Hero smiled watching the way her laughter reached her eyes.
He wasnât entirely sure what they talked about after that. It felt like a little bit of anything and everything: their favorite foods and movies, their laments about Kyleâs reckless antics, their stresses about professors and homework, even their favorite spots to visit in the city and favorite places to study. He was happy to hear that she was also a fan of Laylaâs coffee shop.
Hero was halfway through a story about Hector when the phone rang. Zoey held up a hand to him with the twitch of a smile and a kind, âHold that thought.â She clicked the receiver and held it to her ear. âHello? Oh hey, Kyle.â
Heroâs eyes widened. Kyle. He had completely forgotten about him.
âYeah, Lorraineâs okay. I put her to bed. You sound drunker than she is.â Zoey stopped and snorted a laugh before she rolled her eyes, âHey, itâs your liver.â
She paused again then glanced at Hero with a slight twitch of a smile. âYeah, heâs still here.â Pause. âNo, Iâve definitely been playing nice. I gave him a cup of tea and threw his wet clothes in the dryer.â She listened, then scoffed followed by a bitingly sarcastic, âOh yeah, youâre definitely interrupting something very heated. He asked me my favorite kind of bridge and everything.â
Heroâs face burnedâflushing red to the tips of his ears, but Zoey just chuckled and shook her head as if reassuring him it was fine and not to worry about it. Still, he looked away from her, embarrassed, and his embarrassment only grew as he looked at the clock and realized how late it was now. How had he possibly been here for three hours? His blush deepened realizing he had completely lost track of time and had had no idea.
âTell Kyle Iâm so sorry and that Iâll come get him right away,â he quietly interrupted, and Zoey nodded.
âHeâs heading out now. Should be back there in a few minutes to pick you up.â She paused, laughed with a roll of her eyes. âYeahâŠthatâs not happening. Goodbye Kyle.â
Heroâs cheeks burned, and he buried his face in his hands guiltily mumbling, âI am so sorry.â
âDonât be,â chuckled Zoey as she pulled his now dry and toasty warm clothes out of the dryer for him.
âI had no idea how late it was. I completely overstayed my welcome.â He tripped over his words, but Zoey just shook her head at him as they made their way back to the entryway.
âItâs okay really. I wouldâve kicked you out if I got sick of you.â She teased but offered him a kind, reassuring smile, and Hero fumbled with his folded clothes in his hands as she added, âBut it was actually really nice talking to you, Mr. Prince.â
âIt was really nice talking to you too.â He met her eyes just briefly before he looked away again. âThank you so much again for letting me use your bathroom and your dryer and uhâŠalso for the tea.â
âNo problem.â Zoey chuckled as Hero ran a hand through his hair which was still a little bit damp.
âI feel terrible I stayed so late. And I completely forgot KyleâŠâ he sighed, rubbing his forehead. âI hope he hasnât been waiting on me.â
âHeâs fine,â Zoey insisted with a dismissive wave of her hand. âKnowing him, he only just called when he was ready to leave. He can wait a few minutesâit wonât kill him.â
Hero bit his lip. He hoped she was right, especially since he felt overwhelmingly guilty about it. He quickly but politely said his goodbyes to her, but when he opened the front door he stoppedâstaring despondently at the torrential downpour that awaited him outside.
âAnd after you just got dry,â sighed Zoey with a sympathetic shake her head. âYou really canât catch a break, huh?â
Hero sighed. She had no idea.
âItâs okay,â he gently reassured her with a conceding tilt of his head. âIâm used to the rain.â
âSounds like you could use an umbrella,â she quipped, but her smile was kind. Hero shrugged his shoulders.
âIâve got one. Itâs in the back of my car.â
âWell thatâs not going to do you any good is it?â Playfully rolling her eyes, Zoey chuckled, but she turned around and picked up a red umbrella from a coat rack by the door. âWhy donât you take mine?â
Hero shook his head insisting, âOh no. I couldnât.â
âI donât need it. Iâm not going out in this weather,â answered Zoey matter-of-factly. âAnd I trust you to give it back to me. If you donât, I know where you live so Iâll just steal it back the next time I visit Kyle.â She teased with a snarky half-smile that made Hero chuckle in spite of himself. âOr the next time I see you. Iâm sure weâll be seeing each other around.â
âIâd like that.â The words slipped out of his mouth without him even needing to think about them which made him feel suddenly self-conscious again, but Zoey just smiled as he finally took the red umbrella she had been holding out to him. âThank you for letting me borrow this.â
âYouâre welcome.â
They stood there for a momentâcomfortable silence only made awkward by the thought that this might be an appropriate time to ask for her phone number and by Hero realizing he wanted to but didnât think he could without her taking it the wrong way. The truth was he really only wanted to be her friend, and he hoped he had made that obvious enough, but the fact she had already mistakenly thought he was hitting on her once tonight made him feel hesitant and unsure. He didnât want to repeat that so instead he cleared his throatâshaking his head slightly as if he could somehow shake away his thoughts, and said, âThank you again for a wonderful evening. I had a really nice time tonight.â He somewhat playfully held up the umbrella she had lent him. âAnd I promise Iâll return this.â
âYouâd better,â she bantered, but she smiled at himâher green eyes meeting his brown ones one last time before they said goodbye and he opened the umbrella as he stepped onto the front porch and walked out into the rain.
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Luckily Zoey was right and Kyle didnât seem all that put out that Hero had completely abandoned him at that partyâthough that could have been because he was too drunk to care. Still, Hero apologized profusely as he helped Kyle stagger out into the passenger seat of the car as C.J. who was not nearly as wasted but was clearly more exhausted, sprawled out in the backseat where he promptly fell asleep.
âNah,â Kyle cut him off as Hero tried to apologize for the umpteenth time while starting the car and pulling out of his parking space. âIâm sorry I interrupted you, but after I threw up in that Ficus, I just thought I should probably get home.â
Hero stomach sunkâcoiling guiltily. âI am so sorry, Kyle. I completely lost track of the time.â
âItâs okay. It happens,â Kyle insisted dismissively before a wide, smug smile spread across his face. âIâm glad you actually had a good time tonight.â His voice trailed, slurred and breathy but wistful as he mumbled, âShe really is something isnât she.â
âYeah,â Hero agreed with a smile as he started off towards their fraternity house.
âAnd just gorgeous,â sighed Kyle. âThe prettiest girl in our whole high school.â
Hero hummed. He was used to Kyle saying things like this especially when he was intoxicated, and he generally went into an autopilot of hums and nods of agreementânever really having much to add. But this time, to the shock of even himself he said, âShe has beautiful eyes.â
He stopped abruptly. His cheeks burning as the words registered. He hadnât meant to say that out loud and was honestly surprised at himself for even having thought itâfor even having noticed. His swallowed hard and quickly added, âI mean, uhâŠI justâŠIâm not sure Iâve seen eyes that green before.â
Biting his lip, he secretly hoped that C.J. was still asleep and that Kyle was too drunk to have caught what he just saidâor at the very least that neither of them would remember this in the morning. But just as Hero was beginning to feel relieved by the lack of response, Kyle sighed, âYeahâŠâ before adding confusedly âButâŠI always thought they were hazel...â
Heroâs face flushed. He didnât really want to have this conversation, but he twisted his hands nervously around the steering wheel and conceded, âOh yeah. UhâŠmaybeâŠI mean, she was wearing green so maybe they just looked moreââ
âI thought she was wearing pink,â interrupted Kyle. âBut I guess she got all wet so maybe she changed her clothesâŠ?â
Hero tilted his head in confusion, and his brow furrowed. âWaitâŠare you talking about Lorraine?â
âYeah,â answered Kyle as if it was obvious, and Heroâs blush deepened. Of course he was talking about Lorraine. Hero curled his toes in his shoes. He was so stupidâŠand now so mortified. And unfortunately, Kyle somehow put this all together despite his drunken haze, laughing smugly and teasingly, âBut youâre notâŠâ His voice was sing-songy like a juvenile taunt, and he playfully poked at him in the arm. âYouâre talking about ZuzuâŠwho does have the greenest eyes Iâve ever seen. Iâm just surprised you noticed.â
Hero cleared his throat. Honestly he was surprised he had noticed too, but he didnât want to have to explain that to Kyle and honestly felt too embarrassed to make it through much more of this conversation so instead of saying anything semi-intelligent he decided to ramble, âWellâŠuhâŠI donât know. Like I said, she was wearing green and she has this beauty mark under her left eye so I guess I noticed that andââ
âWoah you noticed that too?â
Stop talking. Stop talking. He mentally begged himself.
âC.J.! Wake up!â yelled Kyle. âHero actually thinks somebodyâs hot stuff.â
C.J. groaned in half-asleep exhaustion, but he quipped under his breath, âSo much for that lifelong vow of celibacyâŠâ
Heroâs ears burned, and he gripped his hands around the steering wheel. âItâsââ his voice cracked in embarrassment âItâs not like that! I meanâŠI think sheâs really great, but I just want us to be friends.â
âPlease tell me you got her number,â said Kyle, and Hero bit his lip.
âWellâŠno,â he sheepishly admitted.
âWhy the hell not?â Kyle scoffedâhis voice shrill and cracking probably due to too much alcohol. âI know Zuzu. She wouldâve totally given it to you if you asked.â
âHopelessâŠâ C.J. drowsily mumbled.
âI just didnât want her to get the wrong idea,â Hero insisted. âShe already thought I was hitting on her when I wasnât so I thought if I asked for her number sheâd take it the wrong way andâŠâ
âWoahâŠwhyâd she think you were hitting on her? Were you?â
âNo!â Hero insisted far more forcefully than he had intended as Kyle just laughed. His throat felt suddenly dry, and he swallowed hard. âOf course not. IâŠthere was just a little misunderstanding when I tried to introduce myself. She wasâŠkind of teasing meâcalling me Mr. Prince and I told her she didnât have to call me that she could just call me âHero.ââ
âSmooth!â declared Kyle followed by raucous, drunk laughter and applause and C.J. groaning about the noise. âThatâs a great line, dude. Iâm gonna have to try that.â
âItâsâitâs not a line. Itâs just my name,â choked Hero. âBut she didnât know that and soâŠâ His voice trailed, and he sighed. He had totally messed this up, hadnât he?
âI donât even really know if she likes me that much. I totally overstayed my welcome and dripped water all over her floor andââhe sighed againââshe gave me her umbrella.â
âPlease tell me that means something steamy,â joked Kyle in a low voice before clearly cracking himself up. Hero couldnât imagine how red his face was right now.
âNo, she literally lent me her umbrella. Itâs right there in the back seat of the car.â He motioned with his hand though he knew no one could see him in the dark. âI need you to return to it the next time you see her.â
âWeâre supposed to meet up for coffee at Laylaâs tomorrow, if Iâm not too hungover.â Kyle laughed, but he gasped with an excited, âHey why donât you just tag along and give it back to her yourself.â He hummed in that low teasing voice again as if he still thought this umbrella thing was some sort of euphemism.
âItâs notââ Hero stopped. With a heavy sigh, he wearily rubbed his forehead. There was no use in trying to explain this. âLook, I really appreciate you inviting me, but I wouldnât want to intrude. HonestlyâŠIâm not really sure if she likes me that much. She probably doesnât even want to be friends.â
âListen man,â interjected Kyle. âIâve known Zuzu forever. If she didnât like you, sheâd have kicked you out.â
âYeahâŠyou talked to this girl for hours,â agreed a sleepy C.J. âThereâs no way you guys arenât friends.â
Hero shrugged. He wasnât sure about that, and he certainly didnât want to be presumptuous and show up unannounced again. So the next day, when Kyle headed out for Riverfront Center, Hero merely sent him with Zoeyâs red umbrella and with a post-it note stuck to its handle that read, âThank you again for everythingâ just in case Kyle forgot his directions to thank her again for him. Hero tried his best to just push it out of his mind and forget about itâturning his attention instead to his Organic Chemistry homework which, he could now somewhat shyly admit to himself, he was glad he had put off until today instead of staying home and working on it last night.
It had certainly been eventful, but he liked to think it was worth it, especially when Kyle returned home with a âheroâ sandwich for him from one of the sandwich shops near Laylaâs. He handed it to him with a wink and a smile as he said, âItâs from Zuzu.â
Heroâs eyes widened in surprise, and he felt the slightest flush in his cheeks which deepened as he saw the bright blue of his post-it note in the takeout bag with the sandwich.
It read in thoughtful script, small enough to fit on the tiny paper:
No, thank you for everything, Mr. Prince. And for returning my umbrella.
Given the circumstances and your, dare I say, âheroicâ actions saving my sister, I thought a hero sandwich was in order.
(At least, I hope thatâs what this is⊠To be honest, I have absolutely no idea what is in a hero sandwich.)
-Zoey
Hero laughed, but his brow furrowed as he tilted his head at the post-script which read, âP.S. Kyle said you were really upset you didnât get thisïżœïżœ followed by the drawing of an arrow. Curiously, Hero flipped the post-it note over to the other side where he had written his own short message of gratitude. Only this time there were also the circled 10 digits of Zoeyâs phone number. Heroâs cheeks flushed, but he couldnât hold back the smile the tugged at his lips at the words scribbled underneath, âCall me sometime.â
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When Sun Shines Againâ
: Chapter 7 "Changing My Life:" Part 2
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Chapter 7 Description: With his hopes for a lowkey evening of studying ruined, Hero finds himself searching for a quiet corner to wait out this party until he can finally go home. His friends, however, have other ideas.
The Party That Changed Hero's Life: Part 2 of 3
Chapter Word Count: 10,268. Link to Chapter 7 on AO3.
Description (for the entire work): When tragedy struck, Hero lost not only his dearest friend but also his dreams for the future. Even years later, Hero doesn't know what his "forever" looks like without Mari in it, but somehow he finds the strength to carry on and build a new life for himself. With his family and friends both old and new by his side, Hero struggles through life's ups and downs--the joys and sorrows he faces in a world without Mari. In the beginning, he's only looking to survive it all, but somewhere along the way, he might find a purpose, a reason he's still here. Maybe there really is a way he can learn to be happy again, and maybe, just maybe, when he's least expecting it, he might even find himself slowly opening his heart to love again--he might even find himself believing that even the darkest, stormiest of times will eventually pass and the sun will shine again.
A Hero-Centric story spanning 15 years of his life post-good end. Focuses on Hero finding healing & building a life for himself after the loss of Mari. Eventually includes him learning to love again after an extremely slow burn. All pairings are tagged upfront. Rated T for heavy themes & some language. Reading the prequel is recommended.
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Tags For The Story As A Whole (So A Lot Of These Are "Eventual" Tags):
Romantic Relationships: Main Ships: (Past) Hero/Mari and (Eventual) Hero/OC. Side Ships: Brandi/OC and a brief mention of Mikhael/Bebe are the only side ships involving canon characters.
Platonic Relationships: Hero & Brandi Friendship, Hero & Original Characters Friendship. Some Hero & Kel Siblings Relationship & Brotherly Friendship. Hero & Aubrey Friendship. Hero & Basil Friendship. Hero & Sunny Friendship. Hero & His Family.
Characters: Major Canon Characters: Hero (POV Character), Brandi [Intimidating Girl], Mari and Mari's Memory, & Kel. Major Original Characters (Hero's college friends): Kyle, C.J., Zoey, Tamra, and Lorraine. Other Included Canon Characters: Sunny, Basil, Aubrey, Sally, Hero's Parents, Bebe (Short Haired Girl/Fountain Girl) & Mikhael (The Maverick).
Genre: Hero-Centric Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Slice of Life, College Life, Lost Love, Finding Love Again, Finding Healing After Grief, Slow Burn, Developing Friendship, Developing Relationship, Greiving, Catharsis, Heart-To-Heart Chats, Hopeful/Happy Ending, Post-Good Ending, Hero Needs A Hug, Hero Deserves To Be Happy
Rating: T for some heavy themes and thematic elements (i.e. grief & healing from grief and trauma. Implied/Referenced Canonical Character Death & Implied/Referenced Mental Health Issues including depression & suicide. Mentions of Underage Drinking & Partying). Some language.
Warnings: Major Spoilers for OMORI! Heavy themes and thematic elements (i.e. grief & healing from grief and trauma. Implied/Referenced Canonical Character Death & Implied/Referenced Mental Health Issues including depression & suicide. Mentions of Underage Drinking & Partying). Some Language.
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Rowdy. That was the best word Hero could think of to describe this party. Since the host, Kyleâs friend Sawyer, lived in the ritzier part of town near Riverfront Center, there was a lot more room in the house than Hero had originally been anticipating. Still there were far too many guests than space probably allowed for, and the bad weather meant they were crammed inside where it was unpleasantly loud and uncomfortably warm from the amount of body heat. Not to mention the fact that it reeked of beer, as if someone had poured an entire keg all over the floor, mingling with smell of sweat, puke, and hard-liquorâprobably from Sawyerâs parentsâ whisky collection which Hero had been hearing so much about.
Brandi had said it smelled like an armpit in here, but rather than bemoan this fact in a quiet corner somewhere, she hadnât particularly cared and had disappeared into the crowd ages ago with C.J. following dutifully behind her. Hero had lost Kyle even more quickly than that. He was probably off getting plastered and making out with some girl he just met, and Hero probably wouldnât see much of him until he was ready to go home.
Hero was used that by now. His friends were much more interested in partying and the âcollege experienceâ than Hero could ever be. He tried to be supportive and to keep them safe by making sure they drank plenty of water and didnât drive drunkâeven if that meant that Hero himself spent a lot of parties stalking out a quiet corner where he could hide out of the way and desperately watch the clock, waiting for the minute it would finally be over and they could go home again. In his freshman year, he purposely avoided parties and at the ones he, unfortunately, found himself attending, mainly clung to Brandi âlike a sad, lost puppyâ or so she often teased him, but since he had made the decision to join a fraternity against her advice to the contrary, she had unceremoniously told him he was now on his own and would have to learn to survive college parties without her.
She said this of course, but within an hour she had plopped down next to him on the couchâwrapping an arm around him and leaned against his side with a disgruntled huff. As she slammed her empty bottle on the end table, she nestled into the crook of his neck, and Hero gently patted the top of her head like a concerned and comforting parent. It was the same thing he would have done to Kel or Aubrey, Sunny, and Basil if they ever curled up next to him like thisâbut they wouldnât, not anymore. And Brandi only did this when she was drunk. Otherwise, she didnât need him.
âYou okay?â asked Hero in a quiet, gentle voice as he ran a hand through her hair. He stopped abruptly and flushed as he realized what he was doing and how it must look to the outside world, and he frantically, pleadingly glanced over at C.J. who was perched on the curving leather arm of the sofa hoping he wouldnât be bothered by it or get the wrong idea. He was grateful for Brandiâs friendship, but he didnât see her in that way. He hoped C.J. knew that. Thankfully, like with most things, he didnât seem too phased by it.
Brandi hummed with a crooked smile as she replied bluntly, sarcastically, âIâm peachy.â
âHow was beer pong?â he asked. âDid you win?â
âYeah, but then I got hit on by some gross, drunk guy so I donât feel like a winner.â Brandi rolled her eyesâshaking her head. âThatâs the last time I tell some stranger about my tattoo.â
Heroâs eyes widened. âYou have a tattoo?â The question sounded more surprised than he had intended, and he hoped Brandi wouldnât get the wrong idea.
She shifted away from him until she could look into his face with a crooked smile and a coquettish quirk of her eyebrows. âYeah, you wanna know where it is?â
âUmâŠonly if you want to tell me.â
Brandi burst into laughter followed by C.J. who tried and failed to stifle his. Hero flushed a little, honestly kind of unsure about what was so funny before Brandi playfully elbowed him in the arm. âOh Heroâ she sighed before a laugh interrupted her. âYou really are one of a kind. Please tell me youâre here to meet girls.â
Heroâs face grew hot, but he swallowed hardâsheepishly running his hand across the nape of his neck. âIâm the designated driver.â
Brandi snorted a laugh before rolling her eyes again. âOf course you are.â Shaking her head, she sighed again. âI need a drink.â
âI can get it for you,â chimed C.J. with a shrug of his shoulders. Brandi blinked at him for a moment, but conceded, âOkay, but take Hero with you. He needs to get up off this couch at least once during this party.â Brandi shot him a pointed, intimidating glare, and Hero knew there was no arguing with her. With a dutiful nod, he took off after C.J. making his way to the kitchen where a bunch of beverages were haphazardly strewn across the counter.
âHave you seen Kyle at all?â asked C.J. as they waited their turn at the makeshift bar.
Hero shook his head. âYou?â
âLast I saw him, he was being fawned over by some girl.â C.J. sighed shaking his head and muttering, âSome guys have all the luck.â
Heroâs brow furrowed thoughtfully. He wasnât sure that was necessarily lucky. He had been rooming with Kyle for almost two months now and had noticed that even despite his excessive flirting, constant dates, and the many girls he had brought in and out of the house, there always came a point where Kyle was alone. And it seemed to Hero that none of these girls stuck around long enough to really get to know himâthe actually kind of sweet and very generous guy he was under all that fun-loving goofiness and flirty bravado. Like Brandi, they tended to write him off as just another shallow and self-absorbed trust fund baby concerned with very little beyond just having a good time. And sure, Kyle could be those things, but when he stumbled drunkenly into their room alone at the end of the night and Hero tucked him into bed like a little kid, he couldnât help but think he was more than thatâŠHe was lonely.
Hero would never say anything, would never be so presumptuous as to know what exactly went on in Kyleâs innermost world. It was possible he didnât feel that way at all, but it seemed to Hero that getting fawned over by numerous beautiful women and having more flings than Hero could keep up with, never really made Kyle nearly as happy as Hero had been with Mari. That real, genuine companionshipâbeing with someone who truly knew you and truly loved you was priceless and, at least to Hero, much more meaningful than the idea of turning the heads of every woman in the world. Heâd give up the chance of ever being noticed by a woman again for just five more minutes with Mariâwould give anything just to talk to her one more time, even if he never got to say his peace and they just talked about silly, mundane things like the terrible, stormy weather that had seemed to follow him around ever since she had died.
He and Mari had been able to talk for hours about anything. He had hung on every word she saidâenthralled by her passion, the way her face lit up when she spoke. He couldâve listened to her talk for eternity and had loved being with her so much that he had often found himself completely losing track of time whenever he was with her. It was as if Mari could make time stopâŠ
His chest achedâhollow and twisting until something bittersweet burned behind his eyes. Even if she couldnât, her death certainly hadâhad frozen him in a never-ending nightmare where time moved on but he didnât.
Even so, he was painfully aware of the passage of time now. Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes into hours, and hours into days as the world kept turningâreminding him that Mari hadnât kept it in motion and heâd have to continue on without her. He could no longer lose track of time anymoreâit loomed over him like a dark cloud. He didnât have conversations like he had had with Mari anymore either. He doubted he ever would again.
He tried to push the thought away as quickly as he could, but he realized he had already zoned out and missed whatever had made C.J. transition into prattling about his âone good pickup line.â
Hero sighed. C.J.âs âone good pickup lineâ was that he had once been told, supposedly by his high school girlfriend, that he looked like Usher with glasses. As much as Hero wouldâve never admitted it to C.J., it wasnât actually a very good one.
âIt works sometimes,â C.J. insisted, and Heroâs face flushedâsuddenly and irrationally concerned C.J. had somehow read his mind. âI meanâŠIâm no Kyle, but I get by. Kinda wish I had his game thoughâŠâ He sighed heavilyâglancing back over at Brandi with an almost wistful look in his eyes.
Heroâs expression softened, and he placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. âYou donât need that. You donât need every girl in the world to like you. You only need one, and if sheâs the right one, her love and being worthy of itâŠis so much better than being fawned over.â
C.J. blinked at him in wide-eyed disbeliefâwhether at the sentiment itself or the fact that those words had actually come out of Heroâs mouth, Hero wasnât sure.
Before he could say anything in response, however, a lithe voice cut him off, âThatâs so sweetâlike something out of a movie.â
The girl who had just spoken let out a cheerful, tinkly giggle, and Hero caught sight of a wave of thick dark curls. Bright mauve lipstick popping against dark skin as her lips curved into a warm smile. As he turned away, he was suddenly struck by the glistening purple of her earrings.
Something panged in Heroâs chest. Music notes. He was sure he had given Mari the exact same ones once upon a time.
âYour girlfriendâs really lucky,â she giggled again, and that bittersweet ache permeated the hollowness inside him. He shut his eyes tightly. The way she laughed⊠It reminded him ofâŠ
He didnât get to finish that thoughtâcut off instead by C.J.âs elbow nudging him in the ribs and the girl kindly asking, âAre you okay?â
âUhâŠyeahâŠsorry. Thank youâŠâ he mumbled apologetically, whether at the girl or at C.J. he wasnât entirely sure. He could feel C.J.âs secondhand embarrassment oozing off of him as the girl laughed again. She took a deep breath as if she was about to say something but was interrupted by another girl patting her on the back but looking right at him when she said, âTamra has a boyfriend, but I donât.â
âWell Iâm sure youâll find one soon,â said Hero, in best his attempts to be reassuring.
C.J. smacked his hand against his forehead so loudly that Hero could hear it. Was he saying the wrong thing? He was so bad at this. Â
The taller girl didnât seem too perturbed by that, however, instead she eyed him, deliberately and replied, âMaybe I just did.â
Heroâs face flushed red. He got it now. And he wanted to sink into the floor.
âUhâŠumâŠâ he stumbled over his wordsâhis cheeks burning.
Unexpectedly, though thankfully, Tamra chimed in with gentle, âI think heâs taken, Madison.â
âWhat?â she huffed, whipping towards him accusatorily as if demanding an explanation. Hero swallowed hard, wondering how he was going to explain his way out of this and desperately wishing he didnât have to when suddenly he felt a hand snaking around his back.
âHey babe, whatâs been taking you so long?â asked Brandi in a low almost seductive voice. She glared directly at Madison but wrapped her hand protectively around his arm like a child might grip onto her favorite toy.
After swooping in to save him from being hit on more times than Hero could count, Brandi had this down to a science. Hero however, did not and awkwardly stumbled his way through, âSorry, uhâŠthere was a lineâŠâ Luckily, it didnât seem anyone heard him or at least didnât care as Madison scoffed.
âThis is your boyfriend? You really expect us to believe that.â
âI donât really care what you believe,â said Brandi without even flinching. âBut heâs mine so back off, Madison.â
Madison frowned. âHow come you never mentioned him to us before?â
Hero took a deep breathâtrying his best not to look pleadingly at Brandi despite putting all his hopes in her to be able to somehow get him out of this situation.
âI knew about him,â said Tamra quietly though a kind, knowing smile twitched in the corners of her mouth. âItâs so nice to finally meet you. Iâve heard so many good things about you. Iâm Brandiâs sorority sister, Tamra.â She held out her hand for him to shake, and Hero sighed. He felt bad that Brandiâs friends were getting involved now. Still, he politely introduced himself. âIâm Hero. Itâs nice to meet you too.â He hoped the expression on his face would convey his gratitude. Heâd have to ask Brandi to thank Tamra properly later, but she was a little too busy glowering at Madison at the moment.
With a huff, Madison, it seemed, finally conceded muttering bitterly about how âsome girls have all the luck.â
âIâm pretty sure Codyâs available,â interjected C.J. with a shrug of his shouldersâmotioning through two French doors to one of their fraternity brothers who was currently doing a keg stand on the back patio.
Madison just blinked for a minute but then shrugged with a resigned, âOkayâ and took off onto the back porch.
âThanks,â said Brandi sharing a knowing look with Tamra who merely waved her hand.
âNo problem. Iâve actually got to head out here. They need me to fill in at work tonight, but Iâll be back to pick you up later.â She paused, then turned to Hero with a smile. âIt was nice meeting you, Hero. Bye, C.J.â
âSee ya,â C.J. called after her and Hero waved goodbye as she disappeared into the crowd with her drink. When she had gone, Brandi huffedâfinally untangling herself from him and reaching for another beer.
âYouâre welcome,â she said pointedly, through her teeth, and Heroâs face grew hot.
âIâm sorryâŠâ he began to apologize, but Brandi just crossed her arms.
âYou canât even put your foot down with Madison? Sheâs dumber than a box of rocks and, I swear, talking to her for more than five minutes would make even you want to bang your head in a cabinet.â
C.J. snorted a half-stifled laugh, but Hero just shuffled his feet mumbling, âSorry, Brandi.â
âSeriously,â she huffed. âWe have got to get you a spine. I canât keep stepping in as your fake girlfriend forever you know. Iâm going to start demanding âreal girlfriendâ perksâfancy dinners out, expensive gifts, maybe even a kiss.â She clicked her tongue, and Heroâs face grew hot. âAnd I donât think you want that.â
âIâm really sorry, Brandi,â he apologized, sidestepping most of what she had said and hoping she wouldnât notice or at least wouldnât care. âThank you for helping me. I appreciate it. IâŠuhâŠwill try better next time.â
Brandi raised her eyebrows. âI donât believe you, but Iâll let it slide because youâre so cute.â She pinched his blushing cheek and laughed as Hero glanced apologetically over at C.J. who this time, at least, seemed the tiniest bit rattled.
âListen, I know itâs none of my business, but you guys arenâtâŠactually likeâŠ?â C.J.âs voice trailed, but his question was clear enough to make Heroâs blush deepen and Brandi snort a laugh.
âIâm honestly kind of flattered you think I could bag a guy like Hero. Heâs sweet, cuteâthe perfect gentleman, and yeah, Iâd date himâno woman wouldnât. ButâŠâ Giving Hero a pat on the shoulder, she shot C.J. a bright, crooked smile. âHeâs just a friend, and Iâm just a tease.â
A smile curled in the corners of C.J.âs mouth. âSo are you seeing anybody?â
âAt the moment, no,â answered Brandi twisting her mouth to one side. âBut you know I donât date frat boys so donât get any ideas.â
âYou just said youâd date Hero.â
Brandi huffed. âHeroâs a den mother to a bunch of fraternity guysâthat doesnât count.â
âBut I actually did join the fraternity,â Hero gently interjected. âSo technically I am aââ
âHow did that happen anyway?â Brandi cut him off before he could finish his sentence. âYou hate drinking, partying, and being hit on. What in the world could you possibly want out of a frat?â
âFriendsâŠâ Hero mumbled, his face growing warm again. He hadnât exactly meant to say that aloud though he didnât exactly understand what the problem was. After all, Brandi herself had joined a sorority in the hopes of making friends and having a good time. If anything, he thought that was why most people joinedâor at least, he liked to think thatâŠregardless of evidence to the contrary.
âYouâd have better luck making friends at a nursing home, grandpa,â she teasedâsnarky and sarcastic, but she shook her head. âI canât believe you let Kyle talk you into this.â
âKyle can be very persuasive,â Hero insisted.
Brandi scoffedâsnorting a laugh before she took a sip of her beer. âKyle couldnât persuade his way out of a paper bag. You just couldnât say ânoâ, admit it.â
Pursing his lips together, Hero stared down at his shuffling feet. He couldnât really argue with that.
Still Brandi sighed, âIf youâre so desperate for friends that youâre willingly going to room with Kyle, Iâd be happy to introduce you to some of mine. Theyâre not all like Madison. Tamraâs pretty cool and soâs her roommate. Sheâs a real old person, just like youâonly joined our sorority to keep her sister out of trouble.â
âThanks Brandi, but uhâŠI wouldnât want to give anybody the wrong idea.â
Brandi snorted. âYeahâŠpretty sure you couldnât do that even if you wanted to. But even if you could, sheâs a âmarried to schoolâ typeâwants to get a masterâs degree or something. And Tamra actually does have a boyfriend, so no worries there.â Brandi paused and shrugged. âIâm actually kind of glad you finally met tonight. Iâve been thinking you would really get along but I didnât want to say anything because sheââ
Brandi stopped abruptly as she glanced from Hero to C.J. then back to Hero again. It wasnât like Brandi to self-censor, but Hero appreciated it when it was for his sake and he knew exactly what Brandi was about to say because he had been thinking it too. Tamra reminded her of MariâŠand reminded him of her too.
Rather than explain this to a confused looking C.J. however, Hero hurriedly said, Â âSheâs a musicianâ hoping Brandi would crack the code without perplexing poor C.J. any further.
Brandi, however, just tilted her head at him. âYeahâŠsheâs a music major. How did you know?â
Something ached in Heroâs chest again as he mumbled, âHer earringsâŠumâŠâ He stopped turning away from Brandi and the look she was giving him now. âTheyâre music notes.â He conveniently and purposefully left out the part about how Mari had had the same ones, how she had run around town showing them off after he had given them to herâhow she had almost been buried in them but they were given back to him by her mother and were now locked away in a box in his closet at his parents house with the rest of the things that reminded him of her.
With a bittersweet sigh, he pushed the thought away as best he could. He didnât like to talk about Mari. Didnât like to think about her either, not just because it made him feel sad but because it made his friends look at him the way C.J. and Brandi were nowâa strange mix of pity and confusion.
âYour ex was a musician?â asked C.J. It wasnât much of a question, and despite the look of confusion passing over Brandiâs face, Hero thought it was best to just nod and hope that changed the subject. It didnât.
âYouâre as bad as Brandi, you know?â C.J. turned his attention back to herâshaking his head and bantering, âYouâre such a bad influence.â Brandi frowned, but it seemed she couldnât quite hold back the twitch of a smile in the corners of her mouth. âYou do know itâs okay to have a type, right? And swearing off dating anyone with the same traits as your ex is kind of extremeâespecially if theyâre really superficial like being a musician or in a fraternity.â Despite his playfulness, he gave her a pointed stare. Brandi, however, side-stepped the point entirely.
âSince when do you know Hero has an ex?â
Hero grew suddenly interested in his twisting hands, but C.J. just shrugged. âA couple of hours agoâI dunno. Itâs not some big secret, is it?â He chuckled awkwardly, perhaps even a little confused, but he half-teased, âItâs not you is it?â
âNo,â Brandi snorted. âI canât even play the triangle.â
âWell then howâd you know?â
Hero found himself holding his breathâpraying that Brandi wouldnât say âbecause I knew herâ opening up this conversation to a myriad of questions Hero did not want to answer. She must have seen this on his face or else sensed him pleading with her because she took a step forwardâtilting her head at C.J. âHe told me,â she flat-out lied like it was nothing, and her lips curved into a smile. âUnlike Kyle, I actually can be very persuasive.â
Winking at C.J., she wrapped her arms around his neck, and C.J. swallowedâthat coral red seeping into the tip of his nose and ears again. âAnd now Iâm gonna persuade you to go get us some chips and pretzelsâjust give us two minutesâŠâ Her voice was low, flirty again, and she held up two fingers to him. Hero fidgeted as he watched C.J.âs hands find their way to her waist. He felt like he was intruding on something private.
âWill two minutes be enough? How about five?â whispered C.J. in a tone of voice which proved he was much more smooth than he had given himself credit for earlier, even if Hero knew the two of them were just playing around. âAnd what about Funyuns? I saw they had a bag of them over there, and I know theyâre your favorite.â
Brandiâs smile widenedâit seemed, almost in spite of herself, and she laughed, the words slipping out under her breathy, somewhat tipsy chuckling, âI love you.â Though she didnât show it, Hero knew her well enough to know she hadnât exactly meant to say that. Brandi was always honestâoften to a fault, but that was just a little too sincere.
C.J. knew this tooâor at least he seemed to. His eyes widened, but before he could recover from the compliment, Brandi pulled away from him, patted his cheek, and quipped, âBut Iâm still not dating you.â
And the moment was gone.
Laughing, C.J. gave her a thumbs up. âGot it. Friendship snacks only,â he teased, before turning to Hero with a smile that somehow seemed brighter than before. âYou want anything Hero?â
âNo thanks.â Hero shook his head and weakly insisted, âBut youâyou donâtâŠhave to go.â
âYes you do,â Brandi interrupted, grabbing Hero by the arm and dragging him back over towards the sofa. âJust give us a minute.â
C.J. just shrugged and headed off towards the snack table, and Brandi huffed, gritting her teeth. âI know what youâre thinking and weâre not wasting our five minutes talking about me and C.J.âŠâ
âI wasnât going to say anything, but uhâŠnow that you mention itâŠâ A smile twitched in Heroâs mouth. He was grateful for an escape from whatever conversation Brandi actually wanted to have. âHe really is a nice guy you know? His little sister Cami is seven and she calls him almost every night so heâll tell her a bedtime story. Itâs really sweet.â  Â
Brandi just blinked at him with a long and heavy sigh. âYouâre a terrible wingman,â she said, shaking her head. âBut weâre not talking about this right now. I donât date fraternity guys. Itâs not up for discussion.â Her pointed glare and the grit of her teeth made Hero swallow hard. He knew better than to argue with Brandi especially when she was in this kind of mood.
Brandi sighed again and changed the subject. âDid you really tell C.J. about Mari? LikeâŠthe whole story?â
Hero shook his head. He hadnât really told C.J. about Mari at all, and barely anyone knew the whole story about her, even Brandi didnât.
âWell itâs a start anywayâŠâ Brandi sighedâtaking another sip of her drink, but something softened in her expression, as she asked, âAre you okay, Hero? Youâre thinking about her againâarenât you?â When he didnât answer, she added, âDonât let it ruin your night, okay?â
âItâs okay. I wasnât having much of a good time anywayâŠâ He flushed, realizing how that sounded only after he had said it. He hurriedly added, âI didnât mean it like that. I just meantâŠIâIâm not much of a partier, you know?â
Brandi nodded but gave him a nudge with her elbow. âYeah. Yeah. I know, grandpa. I justâŠI started to feel bad, I guess. I shouldâve given you a heads up about Tamra, but this is exactly why I didnât mention her.â
âItâs okay,â Hero insisted, something guilty twisting in his chest. âShe seemed really nice. Iâm glad youâre friends.â
âI knew there was something familiar about those earringsâŠâ Brandi continuedâwhether she hadnât heard what he said or just ignored him, however, Hero couldnât be sure. âMari had the same set, didnât she?â
Hero nodded.
âDid you give them to her?â asked Brandi, and Hero nodded again. His eyes widened.
âYeahâŠâ he admitted. âHowâd you know?â
Shrugging her shoulders, Brandi swallowed. âTamra got those from her boyfriend tooâsome science guy sheâs known forever named Andre.â She pausedâthe slightest twitch of a smile in her mouth. âYou know you can always tell how much a girl likes you by how often she wears the jewelry you give her. Tamra never takes those off.â
Brandi let out a breathy chuckleâshaking her head almost in disbelief. âYou should hear the way she talks about himâŠlike heâs her soulmate and theyâre going to be together forever. And itâs not that sheâs goo-goo-eyed or infatuated or delusionalâŠyou know, like most girls when they talk about their boyfriends.â Brandi snorted but her face softened, âIâI really believe herâŠI donât even think she sees other men, if you can believe that?â
âI can,â answered Hero though the surprised quirk of Brandiâs eyebrow seemed to imply she had only meant that as a rhetorical question.
Still, she tilted her head at him, the sharper edge in her tone of voice softening as she said, âIâve only ever heard one other girl talk about her boyfriend like that, you know?â
She stopped and met Heroâs eyes, but she didnât have to. Hero knew what she meantâknew who she was talking about. It made his heart ache.
MariâŠ
âSheâs really lucky,â sighed Hero, deflecting the conversation away from him and back to Tamra. âA love like that is really specialâonly comes around once in a lifetime.â
âYouâre never gonna date again with that attitude,â Brandi quipped, rolling her eyes, and Heroâs face grew hot. Something sickening coiled and twisted in the pit of his stomach, and his eyes burned. It was beyond his imagination, and he didnât even want to think about it.
âIâŠI donât want to,â he quietly, gently insisted.
Brandi frowned. âEver?â Hero nodded, and Brandi sighed again.
âI understand,â she conceded though she didnât sound particularly happy about it. âBut you do know thatâs like a giant middle finger to all the women of the world, right?â
Hero blushed and guiltily shuffled his feet. âIâŠI wouldnât say that.â
âYouâve seen what we have to choose from. And yeahâŠyouâre a one woman guy but thatâs one woman who wonât have to end up with a Kyle or a Trent.â
Hero paused at the mention of Brandiâs exâthe one who had made her swear off fraternity guys forever, but he felt awkward mentioning anything about that so instead he said, âKyleâs actually a pretty nice guy. There are a lot of nice guys out there. C.J.âs nice.â
âC.J.âs not a bona fide prince charming like you,â Brandi insistedâHero noticedâconveniently withholding judgment on whether or not C.J. was, in fact, a nice guy.
âIâIâm notâŠâ he began to protest, but Brandi cut him off.
âYou know, thereâs this rumor going around my sorority about this âprinceâ who drives drunk girls home from parties and doesnât hit on them, even though he totally could because heâs super cute.â She stopped, giving Hero a pointed look that made him fidget. âWhen I first heard that, I just knew they were talking about you. Youâre the perfect gentlemanâlike something out a fairy tale.â
Hero chokedâhis face burning as he awkwardly twisted his hands. He didnât think he deserved such high praise and had always considered himself kind of boring and awkwardâmuch more of a dork or a âgrandpaâ as Brandi teasingly called him than a prince.
âYouâre a catch, is all Iâm saying. Itâs a shame to think youâre gonna count yourself out when I know a ton of girls who would give up a limb just to have the chance to date someone like you.â She shrugged her shoulders. âI know I would.â
Hero swallowed hardâwringing his hands again. âBrandi, I uhâŠumâŠIâm really flattered but uhââ
She, thankfully, cut him off with a laugh. âCalm down. I didnât mean it like that. Honestly, I think Iâd get tired of your wet blanket, doormat shtick pretty quickly.â She winked at him before she swatted him in the arm. âBut that doesnât mean I wouldnât go for it if you actually wanted me. Graduate from âfake girlfriend.ââ
Hero knew she was just teasing, but something twisted inside him all the same. âBrandi, I think you are amazing. You deserve to be someoneâs âreal girlfriendââsomeoneâs one and only. Everyone deserves thatâŠto really be loved.â He took a deep breath. âIâm justâŠIâm not sure I can do that anymore. Iââa bittersweet smile tugged at his mouthââI already had my âone.ââ
âYeah, but that doesnât mean there wonât be another one,â bantered Brandi, but she hummed thoughtfully. âLook, Iâm not trying to be pushy. I get itâyouâre not ready, but that doesnât mean you wonât ever be, right? Itâs a big world out there, Hero. Thereâs tons of people in it, and who knows, maybe somedayânot necessarily today but maybe years from now when youâre like middle aged and picking out gray hair or something, youâll meet somebody and youâll realize it was silly to think youâd never be able to feel that way about someone again.â Brandi stopped shaking her head with a smile.
âAnd that girl is gonna be so lucky,â she teased in a low drawl before she winked at him again causing his face to flush an even deeper red. Before he could even begin to stumble his way through a response, however, C.J. returned with the snacks and handed a paper plate of potato chips, pretzels, and Funyuns to Brandi.
âYouâre not gonna believe this, but I actually saw Kyle, you guys,â C.J. chuckled. âHeâs out on the patioâ
âLet me guess,â Brandi cut in. âDeep in lip-lock with some girl?â
C.J. nodded. âYep. Honey-blond hair. Striped tube top. Big blue scrunchie. Totally Kyleâs typeâ
âThat sounds like my roommate,â Brandi quipped, but she stopped suddenly, whipping around towards the windows to the outside. Sure enough, there was Kyle sloppily making out with a girlâexcept Hero actually vaguely recognized this one. He had driven her home from a party a couple of weekends ago while she and Kyle had drunkenly made out in the backseat of his car. He felt sorry for admitting it but he couldnât really remember her name.
âCourtney!â
That was it, thought Hero, as he watched Brandi huffily stomp off through the double doors into the backyard. Â He wasnât sure if he should follow her, but C.J. pulled him along, practically dragging him outside onto the patio, a decently-sized covered area filled with wicker furniture and a grill beside the inground pool Kyle had mentioned which was still open despite the autumn chill in the air and no one swimming in it. Â
There was even more furniture out in the yard arranged around a fire pit, and it seemed that now that the rain had let up, a lot of guests had congregated out thereâmostly huddling around the keg where they had seen Cody earlier. He wasnât out there anymoreâmaybe going off somewhere more private with Madison, unlike Kyle who had absolutely no problem making out with Courtney in front of everyone on one of the poolside lounge chairs.
âCourtney! Courtney!â huffed an irritated Brandi, tapping her repeatedly on the shoulder when her calls failed to get her attention.
Finally, she disentangled herself from Kyle with a disgruntled, âWhat?â
âDo you have any idea who this is?â
Courtney rolled her eyes. âYeah. Itâs Kyle Davenportâlike the library.â
âLike the moron,â Brandi quipped. âAnd the library is âCarl Davenportâ after his grandpa.â
Courtney blinked at herâthat drunken brain fog seemingly taking the words longer to register, but she eventually just shrugged with a matter-of-fact, âLook when youâre that rich, you donât have to be smart.â
Hero immediately glanced over at Kyle whose expression was blank until, it seemed, he had finally caught his breath enough to laugh. âHey. Thatâs what I always say!â he joked in a slurred voice.
Hero sighed. He was wastedâagain. He shouldnât have been too surprised about that.
âDonât mind Brandi,â Kyle reassured Courtney with a wave of his hand before he tangled it into her hair and leaned towards her again.
âNo,â scolded Brandi like a stern schoolteacher, and Kyle just turned to her with a smug, charismatic grin.
âWho knew you were so jealous?â he teased, clicking his tongue at her. âYou shouldâve just said something.â
Brandi rolled her eyes. âIâm not jealous. I just donât want you to make out with my roommateâI see you way too much as it is.â
âYou canât tell me who to make out with,â scoffed Courtney. âYouâre not my mom.â She practically lunged towards Kyle, but he swerved out of the way. C.J. shot Hero a bewildered look, and he knew his friend must have been thinking the same thing. They had never seen Kyle ever turn down a kiss with a beautiful girl before. Coutney poutedâlooking somewhat outraged and embarrassed, but Kyle didnât seem to notice.
âWaitâŠâ he asked Brandi in a trailing voice. âCourtneyâs your roommate?â
âYes,â huffed Brandi again, clearly losing her patience.
Kyleâs brow furrowed and turned back to Courtney again. âYou didnât tell me you were one of those Triple E girls?â
âYeahâŠâ Courtney frowned, and Kyle cursed under his breath. âIs that a problem?â
âI canât date Triple E girls.â
âOh my gosh! Not you too,â exclaimed C.J., mostly playing up the melodramatic outrage. âWhat is wrong with you guys?â
Kyle blinked at him in confusion before turning to Hero. âWhatâs he talking about, Mama?â
Hero shrugged. âItâs kind of a long storyâŠâ he mumbled, but before he could say anything more, Brandi cut him off.
âNot that Iâm upset about this but just what exactly do you have against Epsilon Epsilon Epsilon?â Brandi glowered at him. âAnd donât give me some crap about how weâre not as hot as the other sororities because we totally are.â
âNah, yeahââhe waved his hand at herââyou guys are total babes, but I promised Zuzu that her sorority sisters are off limits.â
âYou have some crazy jealous ex in our sorority?â interjected Courtney shaking her head. âWe donât have to likeâŠtell her, you know?â
Kyle burst out laughing. âZuzuâs not my ex! Sheâd never, ever date me. Iâm not her type at all.â
Hero squirmed. Had Kyle looked over at him when he said that or had he just imagined it? He tried not to think about it.
âWeâre just friends,â Kyle insisted emphatically, and Brandi snorted.
âSomehow I find that harder to believe than her being your ex.â
Kyle laughed again, but asked, âWhy?â
âBecause sheâd have to have multiple conversations with you sober and still want to talk to you after, and I donât think any of my sorority sisters are that stupid.â
Kyle scoffed in mock offenseâgripping his heart. âYouâre so mean to me,â he whined. âAnd Zuzuâs not stupid. Sheâs like super smart. She wasâwhatâs that thing called where itâs like not the valedictorian but like the runner up?â
âSalutatorian,â said Hero quietly, and Kyle clapped his hands.
âThank you!â He pointed two fingers at him before he jumped into a semi-incoherent drunk ramble that Hero couldnât quite keep up with, âYeah! She was that for our whole fancy prep school. She probably wouldâve been valedictorian too, but Gabe is an asshole and beat her by like 1% or something. But itâs fine âcause like she got a full ride scholarship and is gonna be an engineer and build bridges and stuffâŠâ
Brandi stoppedâa look of realization passing over her face. âNo way. I think I know who youâre talking about. But thereâs no way she actually talks to you.â
âShe does to!â Kyle exclaimed, his face flushing whether from indignation or intoxication Hero wasnât entirely sure. âSheâs like my best friend. She bailed me out of jail and everythingâŠâ
Heroâs eyes widened, and C.J. stifled a disbelieving laugh. Courtney seemed disinterested or perhaps just dazedly drunk, but Brandi huffed, âWhat were you doing in jail?â
âIt wasnât a felony or anything just some underage drinking, destruction of public property, and drunk and disorderly conduct.â
âSo basically your usual Friday night?â bantered C.J., and Kyle tried his best to frown even though he couldnât stop laughing.
âYou know, I donât have to put up with this,â he tried and failed to huff. âYou guys are supposed to be my friends.â
Brandi crossed her arms. âYouâre not exactly the most believable person in the world, Kyle. You got any corroborating evidence?â
âDonât go all lawyer on me,â he playfully whined. âYou know I canât keep up with that.â
âHold on. Hold on. Iâm confused,â interrupted Courtney. âShould I like goâŠ? Are we likeâŠnot gonna make out?â
Kyle sighed bitterly, but shook his head. âWe canât. And if you could not tell Zuzu about how we kind of made out a little earlier tonight, that would be great.â
Heroâs brow furrowed. So he didnât remember making out with Courtney in the back of his car. He supposed that was okayâŠsince Courtney didnât seem to remember it either.
With a shrug of shoulders, Courtney fixed her hair. She didnât seem too upset about this, especially when Brandi quipped, âItâs really for the best believe me.â
âYeahâŠwhatever. What about him?â She turned her attention to Hero, batting her eyelashes and smiling at him in an undeniably flirtatious way that made him feel uncomfortable. He felt even worse knowing that Brandi couldnât swoop in to save him this time.
Or so he thought anyway until she said, âThatâs Hero. He told me earlier tonight that heâs taken a lifelong vow of celibacy.â
âYou have?â gasped Kyle so stunned he actually rose to his feet losing his balance and tottering towards Hero who steadied him with his hand.
âWoah, easy there. Maybe we should get you some water.â
There was a slight delay as Kyle just blinked at him before his face relaxed into an easy, nonchalant grin. âNah, Iâm fine, Mama. Donât worry. ButâŠare you really gonna be a monk or something?â
âThatâs such a shame,â sighed Courtney who seemed to be suffering from the same kind of alcohol-induced mental haziness.
âI know thatâs what I said.â Brandi shook her head, and Courtney turned her attention to C.J. instead. âWellâŠwhat about him? Heâs cute.â
âThanks. Hi, Iâm C.J.,â he said holding out his hand to her. âIâm a friend of Brandiâsâwe have the same major. I think weâve actually met before andââ
C.J. stopped abruptly. His eyes widening behind the rims of his glasses as Brandi snaked an arm around his back just like she had done to Hero earlier that evening. Only this time, she positively glowered at Courtney and she held onto C.J.âs arm so tightly that her long nails dug into the sleeve of his sweatshirt as if to say far louder than any words, âmine.â
âHeâs not for you,â she said.
âOh,â shrugged Courtney. âIs this the guy from your legal research class you called dibs on? Because youâre totally wrong, he actually does look like Usher with glasses.â
âThank you!â exclaimed C.J. his face lighting up, but Brandi rolled her eyes.
âAnd I suppose you think Kyle looks like a Backstreet Boy.â
Courtney tilted her head discerningly at Kyle before she said nonchalantly, âYeah. He kinda looks like Nick Carter.â
Kyle groanedâburying his face his hands and bitterly muttering something along the lines of âZuzu! Why did you do this to me?â
But he was promptly cut off by C.J. who seemed to have finally caught onto the truth behind Courtneyâs words, âWait a secondâŠyou called dibs on me?â He turned to Brandi his face beaming with that 100-watt smile even though it curved into a teasing grin.
Indignantly, Brandi frowned. âI did not call dib on you,â she insisted but that slight flush of pink in her cheeks implied otherwise, and C.J. knew it.
âYou did! You called dibs on me.â
âI did not,â she huffed, but it was no use.
C.J.âs face was as bright as a little kidâs on Christmas morning, and he playfully poked her in the arm, repeating in a playfully juvenile sing-songy voices, âYou called dibs on me.â
âI still donât want to date you,â she declared as C.J. just smiled and Kyle practically doubled-over with laughter in the background.
âShe does. She totally does,â chimed Courtney rolling her eyes again.
âThank you, Courtney,â said C.J. turning towards Brandi with a teasing smile. âLet me help you out, too. Have you met Lance? Heâs available.â
As he headed towards the double doors and led Courtney back into the house, C.J. looked over his shoulder and teasingly winked at Brandi with a, âYou cominâ?â
Brandi huffed, but eventually rolled her eyes and took off after themâa cackling Kyle stumbling behind.
âMama?â he called to Hero before he disappeared back into the house, and Hero lurched forward to catch him as he lost his balance in the doorway. Hero helped Kyle over to the kitchen and gave him a cup of water from the makeshift bar, then a plate of potato chips from the snack table. It was a shame there wasnât anything more substantial to eat here, but he hoped that would hold Kyle over and prevent him from falling on his face.
âThanks, Mama,â he said with a kind smile as Hero refilled his water cup.
âIâm sorry about Courtney,â Hero said awkwardly but trying to be sympathetic.
âItâs okay, man. Zuzuâs way more important.â A genuine smile twitched in the corners of his mouth. âThereâs nobody else like her. Youâve got to meet her one of these days.â
Hero nodded. âIâm sure I will.â If he was being honest, he kind of hoped he would get to meet her at least once someday. He was kind of curious about the girl who could get Kyle to set any kind of limitations on his flirtations. Truthfully, it was probably kind of good for him. She was probably kind of good for him, and it was interesting to think that she brought out a different side of Kyle he hadnât gotten to see before. Most of what Hero saw of Kyle was what he assumed Kyle wanted him to seeâairheaded, shallow party boy and charismatic flirt, but he was still generous, kind, and devoted to his friends. It was nice to see that beyond all that binge-drinking. That reminded himâŠ
âYouâre not ready to go home, are you? If youâre feeling tired, I can take you back to the houseâŠâ Hero glanced down at Kyleâs bad knee. From the way he was shifting his weight, he could tell it was bothering him again, but it wasnât something they ever talked about and Hero didnât feel it was his place to bring it up especially when Kyle just laughed and shrugged him off with a, âWhat do you mean? The nightâs still young! Weâve barely been here at all.â Kyle downed his water before determinedly whipping around towards the dining room. âI think Iâm gonna go play beer pong. You wanna come?â
Hero sheepishly scratched the back of his neck, but he tried his best to manage a, âno thanks. IâŠuhâŠI think Iâm gonna get some fresh air.â
With a shrug of his shoulders, Kyle nodded. âSuit yourself. See ya later.â He waved at him before disappearing once again into the crowd.
Hero poured himself another cup of water and decided it actually would be good to get some fresh air, plus it would likely alleviate his guilt in having had to say no to Kyleâs request.
As Hero made his way back outside, he was just lucky enough to find an empty bench removed from the rest of the guests, and he took a seat on its weathered, floral seat cushion. This was as good a place as any to wait for Kyle until he was finally ready to leaveâthe unfortunate consequence of being the designated driver, he supposed. He should have brought organic chemistry textbook with him to pass the time since he would probably be better off studying for his upcoming exam than sitting in a friend-of-a-friendâs backyard.
Hero sighed. There was that MCAT book he had recently purchased too. He was pretty sure it was still in the back of his car with the other non-perishables he had bought earlier today which Kyle had not deemed important enough to bring into the house and put away before the party. Maybe he could run out really quickly and get that before anyone realized he was gone. On the other hand, it might be rude to start studying in the middle of somebody elseâs party, but it might be even ruder to sit off alone. MaybeâŠ
âEeek!â
Splash.
That yelp followed by a squishy, wet noise pulled Hero out of his thoughts immediately. All of those summers he had spent working as a lifeguard, suddenly flooded back to himâjust like they had when Sunny had fallen into the lake in Faraway Park, or Hero supposed, jumped in after Basil, even if he couldnât swim very well.
Splish. Splash.
The next thing he knew he had ripped off his jacket and stood to his feet rushing over to the side of the pool. Some of the spectators had turned to stare at the girl struggling in the deepest part of the water. Hero thought about Sunny sinking under the surface of the lake, about Basil floating amongst the seaweedâboth of them lifeless until Hero had managed to fish them out.
Something coiled in his stomach, bile burning the back of his throat as he thought about what would have happened if he hadnât been there.
Splish. Splash. Splosh.
When the girl didnât immediately swim to the surface, Heroâs stomach dropped. What if she also couldnât swim? His heart pounded, once again thinking of Sunny and Basil floating in that lake in Faraway Park, and without a second thought, he jumped in after her.
Splash.
The water was frigid. It prickled against his skin and the added weight of his soaked sweater made it difficult to swim freely. Still, he managed to reach her fairly quickly and help her back up to the surface.
By the time he pulled her out of the pool, a whole hoard of concerned bystanders had gathered. He could hear them murmuring about calling for an ambulance. Hero pushed the girlâs sopping blonde hair out of her face and leaned close enough to her to determine whether or not she was still breathing. He sighed in relief to discover she was. She coughed, then splutteredâstaring up with him with wide, eyes as her pale cheeks flushed a bright red.
âWhereâŠ? WhatâŠ?â she stumbled shifting and rubbing her head.
âEasyâŠâ he said softly, and he gently held her shoulder as she tried to stir. âAre you okay? Does anything hurt?â
She shook her head. âNoâŠâ
âDo you remember what happened?â
She merely blinked at him, and Heroâs brow furrowed in concern. âDo you know where you are?â he asked to only more blinking. âOr who you are? Your name I mean.â
She blinked again but finally said, âLorraine. Whatâs your name?â
âUmâŠitâs Hero.â
âMy hero,â she repeated with a smile, and his face flushed. Though he was embarrassed and perhaps a little flattered, he didnât think now was the proper time to correct her, especially since that certain distant dreaminess in her voice concerned him. Had she hit her head on her way into the pool? Was she concussed?
When she tried to sit up again, he helped her the best that he could; then asked, âDid you hit your head when you fell in? Do you remember?â
Lorraine tilted her head at him as if she was confused by the question, but she shook her head. âNo, I didnât hit my head. IâŠI just tripped andâŠâ The poor girl shivered and then tears began to well up in her eyes. âIâŠI fell in. Oh my gosh! Iâm so embarrassed!â She buried her face in her hands as her shoulders began to shake with sobs. Hero awkwardly tried to pat her back to comfort her as his friends pushed through the crowd of spectators.
âWhat the hell happened?â exclaimed C.J. as Brandi followed quickly behind him with a stack of towels. Hero had no idea where she found those, but he didnât think it was the proper time to ask. Â
âShe fell in the pool. Iâm not sure if she was hurt orâŠâ Heroâs voice trailed as Brandi handed him a towel, wrapping the other around Lorraineâs shoulder.
âAre you okay?â asked Brandi. Nodding, Lorraine sniffled as Brandi patted her shoulder comfortingly, then turned to the nosy crowd. âWhat are you all looking at? Sheâs fine. Get on with the party and mind your own business.â
At Brandiâs intimidating glare, the rest of the party guests began to fan out, and she looked fairly pleased with herself before she turned to Hero with a concerned expression.
âWhat do you think, Hero? Should we call an ambulance? Or maybe someone should take her to the hospital?â Â
Hero sighed. Since Lorraine was clearly drunk, it would be difficult to tell for certain if she had suffered any kind of head injuryâthough it was promising to hear that she didnât have any headaches or pains and she didnât seem to have any other signs of head trauma. He tried to think back to his first aid trainingâtrying to remember the questions you were supposed to ask someone who may have suffered a concussion.
âCan you count backward from ten?â Lorainne just blinked though Hero wasnât sure if she was confused by the question or just intoxicated.
âYeah?â she answered unsurely, and Hero chuckled. It was probably on him that she had misunderstood question.
âDo you know what day it is? Or who the president is?â
âItâs Friday,â answered Lorraine though her brow furrowed. âAnd umâŠohâŠitâsâitâs that guyâŠumâŠwhatâs his name?â She sighed. âYou know Iâm not very politicalâŠâ
âAsk her who her favorite Backstreet Boy is,â suggested C.J. earning him a scowl from Brandi.
Lorraine however quickly chimed in, âI like AJ. Heâs a bad boy, but Nickâs pretty cute. I like his bangs.â
Hero thought Kyle would probably be happy to hear that, but it was probably an inappropriate time to be thinking that now.
âWhat about *NSYNC?â quipped C.J. with a lopsided smile.
Brandi, however, was unamused and glowered at him with a pointed, âKnock it off.â She turned to Lorraine. âDonât answer that.â
Lorraine blinked at her with wide, confused eyes, and C.J. huffed but was luckily cut off by Kyle letting out a string of curses before he could put his foot in mouth even further.
âLorraine! Lorraine!â exclaimed Kyle, catching his breath from his sprint up to them. Heroâs brow furrowed. He wondered if he had ever seen Kyle look so genuinely concerned before as he practically fumbled over himself, kneeling down on his knees next to Brandi and Lorraine. âAre you okay?â
âHold onâŠyou know two each other?â asked Brandi, and Kyle nodded.
âSince high school.â He tilted his head. âDo you?â
âYeah sheâs in my sorority.â
âOh thatâs rightâŠI almost forgot about thatâŠâ Kyle mumbled distractedly. He reached out his hand to Lorraineâcomfortingly pushing her hair out of her face. âAre you okay, Lorraine?â he asked againâhis voice low, gentle.
Lorraine sniffled but whined in a voice slurred probably from too much alcohol, âWhat are you doing here, Kyle?â
âChecking on you. What the heck happened?â
Lorraine groaned. âI fell in the pool because Iâm drunk. Donât tell my sister. Sheâd kill me.â
Kyleâs expression softened and something genuinely kind passed over his eyes. âDonât worry. Iâm actually pretty good at keeping a secret, believe it or not.â
Whether Lorraine actually agreed with him on this point, Hero could not be sure, since she pulled her hands away from her teary face and turned to look at the rest of them. âIâm really sorry for all the trouble. Iâm okay. I think I was just so drunk that I tripped and fell in, but I didnât hit my head or anything.â She turned to Hero. âThank you so much for jumping in and saving me.â
As she smiled at him, Hero felt his cheeks grow warm. He fidgeted. He never had learned how to take a compliment or gratitude.Â
âItâs no problem. Iâm just glad youâre okay.â
âThanks, man. I really owe you one.â Kyle patted his shoulder and sighed with genuine relief. âYou umâŠyou think you can get her home? Iâd do it myself but uhâŠââhe scratched the nape of his neck sheepishlyââIâŠuhâŠcanât umâŠâ
âGotcha,â whispered Hero with an understanding nod. âAnd sure. Iâd be happy to give her a ride, as long as thatâs okay with herâŠWe donât really know each other soâŠâ Hero knew it was extenuating circumstance but they were still strangers and he wouldnât really want to climb into the car of someone he didnât know.
âI can vouch for him,â quipped Brandi with a smile. âYou remember those stories about that guy who drives drunk girls home but doesnât hit on them?â
âThe taxi prince?â asked Lorraine, and Brandi chuckled.
âYeahâŠthatâs him.â
Lorraine gasped, then nodded towards him solemnly. âYour majesty!â
Heroâs face burned, but he cleared his throat. âIâŠuhâŠIâm not actually a prince, but I uhâŠIâm still happy to give you a ride, if someone will give me directions?â
âUhâŠyeah!â interjected Kyle, even though Hero had really been looking to Brandi who actually lived there. âYou knowâŠitâs just like down the road and to the rightâŠor maybe the leftâŠââhe rubbed the back of his neckââSorry, I canât think right now. UmâŠmaybe I can call ZuzuâŠâ
âNo!â cried Lorraine, actual tears in her eyes again. She practically lunged forward, gripping onto Kyleâs arms as the slightest hint of pink flushed in his cheeks. Heroâs eyes widened. Until this moment he honestly hadnât thought it was possible to make Kyle blush. âPlease, Kyle. Donât tell her. You promised.â
âI was just going to ask for directionsâŠâ Kyle insisted though his voice cracked as she burrowed into his chest. He would probably be soaked himself soon, but he didnât seem to mind. âBut okay, okay.â He somewhat awkwardly patted her on the back. âMamaâs really good with directions so Iâm sure heâll find it.â
As Lorraine nodded, Kyle turned to him with a somewhat helpless, pleading smile, and Hero, never one to argue, simply sighed with a stumbling, âYeahâŠâ
âOr I can just give him directionsâŠâ Brandi shook her head with a sigh as she mumbled with a certain affection, âIdiotsâŠâ
After Brandi had given him directions back to her sorority house, Hero grabbed his keys and wallet from his jacket pocket, then draped his coat over Lorraineâs shivering shouldersâhelping her up to her feet and out to his car with her leaning on his side the entire way, her long, wet hair splayed across his cheek. Kyle staggered behind them, but he did manage to open the passenger door and help Lorraine into the car. For a moment, it was almost as if he had completely forgotten that Hero was there with them as he gently stroked a hand through her wet hair and kissed her forehead with a soft, âTake care of yourself, okay, Lorraine?â
Hero had never seen Kyle like this beforeâso gentle with such a tenderness in his expression. From all accounts, including the ones from Kyle himself, he was a shameless flirt and a serial dater with a trail of short-lived, failed relationships in his wake, and Hero had never thought it was any of his business to speculate about why that was. But the way he had jumped to Lorraineâs rescue, the genuine care and concern he had shown to her, and the look he was giving her now, certainly made him wonder.
In an instant, however, the moment was gone, and goofy Kyle was back with a final sigh of relief and the return of his lopsided grin as he closed the passenger door. He gave a big wave and mouthed an emphatic âthank youâ to Hero before taking off back to the party.
As Hero climbed into the driverâs seat, Lorraine mumbled words of thanks and protest. âYou really donât have to do thisâŠKyle worries about me. I donât know why. But Iâm okay reallyâŠâ Â
âItâs no problemâŠâ Hero gently insisted as he started the car. âIâm happy to help, and any friend of Kyleâs is a friend of mine.â Â
Lorraine leaned back into her seat, and her expression relaxed into a bright smile. As he drove through some of the residential streets back towards their campus, he was sure that she had drifted off to sleep, until she asked drowsily. âIs there anything you want right now?â
âUhâŠwhy? Do you need me to stop and get you some food?â
Lorraine hummed. âDo you want any food?â
âIâm okay,â Hero reassured her, but his stomach rumbled. As Lorraine giggled, Hero sheepishly admitted. âI guess I could really go for a sandwich right nowâŠâ
âMe too!â
Hero nodded, but his brow furrowed. âI donât know if thereâs anywhere open right nowâat least not that weâll pass on our way back to your house, but if you have ingredients, Iâd be happy to make you a sandwich when I get you home.â
âIâd like that,â said Lorraine. âThank you, your highness.â
âIâm reallyâŠuhâŠnot a prince. Iâm just a guyâŠâ he tried to explain again, but Lorraine just shook her head.
âI donât think so,â she insisted, and Hero sighed. There would be no convincing Lorraine of this while she was this drunk and tired. Truthfully, she might not even remember this conversation tomorrow so Hero supposed it didnât matter much.
StillâŠhe thought back to what Brandi had said earlier about him being a âbona fide prince charmingâ and swallowed hardâhis cheeks burning. He had never really felt like much of a prince and didnât feel he deserved that kind of praise. The truth was he was just kind of ordinary. It surprised him that nobody really saw that in himâŠat least not anymore.
But maybe that was for the best. Getting put up on a pedestal he didnât deserve at least kept him away from peopleâprevented him from hurting them and from letting them down. It would be far worse to actually be seenâto have people know he wasnât anything special.
He wasnât a prince or a hero or perfect⊠He was just a guy. And he was sure that if people really knew that, theyâd only be disappointed.
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When Sun Shines Againâ
: Chapter 6 "Changing My Life:" Part 1
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Chapter 6 Description: People never seemed to think of the impact of their smallest decisions. Hero certainly hadnât before, and even now, he wasnât really thinking of it, wasnât really expecting Kyleâs assertions that he was about to "change his life" to be anything more than impassioned attempts to get him out of the house and to play âdesignated driver.â But maybe Kyle had a pointâŠmaybe a party could change your life.
The Party That Changed Hero's Life: Part 1 of 3
Chapter Word Count: 4142. Link to Chapter 6 on AO3.
Description (for the entire work): When tragedy struck, Hero lost not only his dearest friend but also his dreams for the future. Even years later, Hero doesn't know what his "forever" looks like without Mari in it, but somehow he finds the strength to carry on and build a new life for himself. With his family and friends both old and new by his side, Hero struggles through life's ups and downs--the joys and sorrows he faces in a world without Mari. In the beginning, he's only looking to survive it all, but somewhere along the way, he might find a purpose, a reason he's still here. Maybe there really is a way he can learn to be happy again, and maybe, just maybe, when he's least expecting it, he might even find himself slowly opening his heart to love again--he might even find himself believing that even the darkest, stormiest of times will eventually pass and the sun will shine again.
A Hero-Centric story spanning 15 years of his life post-good end. Focuses on Hero finding healing & building a life for himself after the loss of Mari. Eventually includes him learning to love again after an extremely slow burn. All pairings are tagged upfront. Rated T for heavy themes & some language. Reading the prequel is recommended.
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Tags For The Story As A Whole (So A Lot Of These Are "Eventual" Tags):
Romantic Relationships: Main Ships: (Past) Hero/Mari and (Eventual) Hero/OC. Side Ships: Brandi/OC and a brief mention of Mikhael/Bebe are the only side ships involving canon characters.
Platonic Relationships: Hero & Brandi Friendship, Hero & Original Characters Friendship. Some Hero & Kel Siblings Relationship & Brotherly Friendship. Hero & Aubrey Friendship. Hero & Basil Friendship. Hero & Sunny Friendship. Hero & His Family.
Characters: Major Canon Characters: Hero (POV Character), Brandi [Intimidating Girl], Mari and Mari's Memory, & Kel. Major Original Characters (Hero's college friends): Kyle, C.J., Zoey, Tamra, and Lorraine. Other Included Canon Characters: Sunny, Basil, Aubrey, Sally, Hero's Parents, Bebe (Short Haired Girl/Fountain Girl) & Mikhael (The Maverick).
Genre: Hero-Centric Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Slice of Life, College Life, Lost Love, Finding Love Again, Finding Healing After Grief, Slow Burn, Developing Friendship, Developing Relationship, Greiving, Catharsis, Heart-To-Heart Chats, Hopeful/Happy Ending, Post-Good Ending, Hero Needs A Hug, Hero Deserves To Be Happy
Rating: T for some heavy themes and thematic elements (i.e. grief & healing from grief and trauma. Implied/Referenced Canonical Character Death & Implied/Referenced Mental Health Issues including depression & suicide. Mentions of Underage Drinking & Partying). Some language.
Warnings: Major Spoilers for OMORI! Heavy themes and thematic elements (i.e. grief & healing from grief and trauma. Implied/Referenced Canonical Character Death & Implied/Referenced Mental Health Issues including depression & suicide. Mentions of Underage Drinking & Partying). Some Language.
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âMama! Mama!â It took the words a bit too long for Hero to register them. It wasnât that he hadnât gotten used to the nickname. After all, Kyle had had their entire fraternity calling him âMamaâ almost exclusively from the minute he had, somewhat tentatively, requested to pledge for it a little over a month ago. He wouldnât be surprised if some of his fraternity brothers still didnât know his actual name or, at the very least, his usual nickname. In a way, he supposed this nickname suited him better than his other one. He had never really felt like much of a hero, but he certainly felt like a momâespecially now that he was spending most of his spare time cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, and grocery shopping for a group of rowdy fraternity guys.
Brandi often huffily told him off for his lack of boundaries, continuing to insist that he never should have joined in the first place, even though he felt guilted into it after Kyleâs father had purchased high-density viscoelastic polyurethane mattresses for the entire house. He knew Brandi was right in that a mattress, even an extremely expensive one, did not give them the right to take advantage of him and make him their den mother, but Hero couldnât find it in himself to say, ânoâânot just for Kyleâs sake or because of Mr. Davenportâs generous donation, but more for the heartbreaking look in Sunnyâs face when he had told him he didnât want him to be lonely. The tears in Basilâs eyes that told Hero he was convinced he had ruined his life. How Aubrey had broken down and begged him to find someone to talk to, someone he didnât feel he had to protect. How when his parents had asked him to âSay hi to your friends for usâ their expressions had pleaded with him to actually have friends to say âhiâ to. How tightly Kel how held onto him when they said their final goodbyes before he had headed back to the University of Somewhere City for the new term and how his parting words had been, âI know youâre really busy studying and stuff, but try to make time to make some friends, too okay?â
It made his stomach twistâbile tickling the back of his throat just thinking about it. He couldnât stand when people worried about him. And if him joining a fraternity put his friends and family at ease, it was worth any amount of household chores imaginable.
The truth was Hero didnât really mind the housekeeping anyway, and if him stepping in to sweep floors, do dishes, cook dinner, or go grocery shopping prevented the house from turning into the pigsty it had been when he had first moved in, he felt it was worth it. He didnât mind being âMamaâ for his fraternity if thatâs what they needed. And, if Hero was being honest with himself, it was nice to be useful, to be needed again.
In a way, he supposed it was kind of selfishâespecially seeing as he, personally, didnât want to live in a disgusting, disaster zone. What Brandi didnât understand from her sorority house full of girls who, from Heroâs experience, tended to be a bit cleaner in general, if Hero didnât do the household chores, they just wouldnât get done and theyâd all be stuck living in squalor again and eating nothing but instant ramen noodles with only a case of cheap beer and a half-empty bottle of mustard in the refrigerator.
Before Hero had moved in, they hadnât had one vegetable in the entire house. Now, the backseat of his car was filled with them and with other groceries too: a couple gallons of milk, a few loaves of bread, nonperishable snacks, and ingredients for the soup he wanted to make. He had even picked up some athletic clothes for Kelâa pair of shorts and a jersey modeled after the uniform of his favorite basketball team in the city which had been majorly marked down on clearance now that the weather was cooling off and they were headed into Fall.
The change of season certainly explained the intermittent torrential downpour and the deluge of water currently crashing into his windshield, fighting with the violent swipes of his windshield wipers, which thankfully were working today. His old clunker of a car had been giving him a lot of trouble ever since he had gotten back to the city, but none of it was serious enough for him to feel it warranted taking it into the shop. With a certain homesick sadness, he often thought that his dad or maybe even Kel would have been able to fix whatever was wrong with it, so he was hoping his car would manage to hold on until his next weekend in Faraway Town. He had promised Kel, Aubrey, and Basil that he would try to make more visits this yearâbut over a month later, he hadnât been home yetâtoo busy with schoolwork and now, Greek life and, unfortunately, the partying that came along with it.
As Kyle came running out into the driveway in the pouring rain waving at him with a beaming smile and calling, âMama! Where have you been?â Hero just knew he was going to ask him to be the designated driverâŠagain.
âWhat are you doing out in the rain, Kyle?â he asked stepping out of his car into the storm. The rain soaked his clothes and was cold against his skin. Hero sighed. He shouldâve been used to it by now. Â
Kyle merely shrugged his shouldersâpushing his sopping, curtain bangs out of his face. âIâve been waiting for you to come home. What took you so long?â
âSorry. The grocery store was kind of busy, I guess,â Hero mumbled, scurrying around to the backseat of his car to grab some bags of groceries.
âForget about those,â Kyle interrupted with a dismissive wave of his hand. âWe can take âem in later. We got a party to go to.â
Despite Kyleâs enthusiasm, Hero merely sighed. He had wanted to make his soup, get a head start on some homework, and maybe if there was time leftover crack open that book he had recently gotten about studying for the MCAT, but he should have known better than to think his roommate would let him get away with having a quiet evening at home on a Friday night.
âMy friend Sawyerâs invited a bunch of people over. His parents are professors and at some symposium or something so he has the house to himself. I heard they have a pool.â
Glancing up at the dark, cloudy sky, Hero shivered from the cold. âI donât think this is the best weather for swimming, KyleâŠand even if it was, some of these groceries are perishable and have to go in the refrigerator so we need to take them in before we go anywhere.â
âLet me help,â said a voice from the other side of the car, startling Hero. C.J., who  had also just joined their fraternity in the most recent pledge term, was opening the other door to the backseat and grabbing bags of groceries to take inside without being asked.
âYou really donât have to do that,â Hero insisted. Though he was grateful for the help, watching C.J. pause to wipe raindrops off the lenses of his glasses made Hero feel guilty. He didnât want his friends out in the rain, but C.J. just shrugged with an easy smile spreading across his face.
His hand ruffled through the tight, dark curls of his hairâseemingly unperturbed by the water splashing onto his forehead as he replied, âNo problem. Itâll go faster this way.â He paused, a bright, 100-watt smile spreading between his wide, dark cheeks. âThen you can make it to the party with us.â Â
Hero sighed. Of course, C.J. was in on it too. He should just kiss any dreams of that quiet evening at home goodbye.
Before he could say anything however, Kyle, pushed past him, rummaging around in the backseat of the car until he found a grocery bag filled with only a gallon of milk. âThereâs not a lot a time. Just grab whatever has to go into the refrigerator and letâs get out of here!â He turned to him with a playful, whining frown. âWeâve been waiting on you forever.â
âYou really didnât have to do that,â stumbled Hero apologetically. He rubbed his hand across the back of his neck. It was damp and clammy from the rain. He wasnât sure he wanted to go back out in this weather especially to a house party. In Heroâs experience, which was much more extensive than he would have liked, college parties were generally wildly crowded, even when the overflow could spill out into the yard, but with bad weather like this, theyâd all be crammed into Sawyerâs house like drunk sardines. It didnât sound particularly fun.
âI donât know, KyleâŠMaybe you and C.J. should just go this time and Iâll sit this one out.â
âOh come on,â Kyle whined. âItâll be fun.â
âIâm sure it will be, but Iâve got homework andââ
âBrandiâs rightâyouâre such a grandpa,â interrupted C.J. giving him a light, teasing tap on the back of the head. âYouâve got all weekend to do your homework.â
âAnd you donât even have to drink,â added Kyle as they scurried back into the house with the groceries. âYou can be the designated driver, and then do that thing where you drive beautiful drunk girls home and donât hit on them.â
Heroâs face flushed as he closed the front door behind them and headed back to the kitchen. That had only happened a handful of times, and he wished Kyle would stop bringing it up.
âWhat?â laughed C.J. and Kyle, seemingly cracking himself up, laughed along with him.
âItâs unbelievable. Mamaâs all charming like âhey, do you need a ride home?â and then when they get there and these gorgeous girls are like âthanks for the rideâwanna make out in the back of the car?â He turns all red and starts mumbling about how heâs flattered but âno thanks. Would you like a water bottle and a granola bar instead?ââ
Hero buried his blushing face in his hands at Kyleâs impression of him as C.J. tried and failed to stifle a laugh and Kyle rolled his eyes, shaking his head in melodramatic disbelief as he set the grocery bags on the kitchen counter.
âItâs crazy,â snorted Kyle. âI mean theyâre just speechless and I feel kind of bad for âem so usually Iâm like âWell Iâll make out with youâ and sometimes that works but other times theyâve only got eyes for Mama. The poor thingsâŠâ
âIâmââHeroâs voice crackedââIâm not trying to give them the wrong idea. I just want them to get home safely. Itâit can be dangerous out thereâŠIâm just trying to help. I donât want toâŠ! Thatâs not why Iââ Hero tripped over his wordsâhis face growing hot. He wasnât sure what he was trying to say. âPlus theyâre drunk and Iâm soberâŠI just donât feel right about thatâŠâ
âWell thatâs fixable,â teased Kyle with a click of his tongue. âWe just get you drunk too.â
âOr find you a sober girl, then the two of you can be sober together,â chimed C.J. with a playful smile as he put some of the vegetables in the crisper drawer of their fridge.
Hero flushed as Kyle clicked his tongue again and patted him on the back. He fidgeted. âThatâsâthatâs not the problem.â
Hero stopped abruptly realizing he couldnât really explain to them exactly what the problem was unless he wanted to unceremoniously announce in the middle of their kitchen âthe love of my life died when we were 15 and I donât think Iâm ever going to love again, so thanks but no thanks.â
He swallowed hard. He couldnât even imagine being that honestâsharing something so personal and vulnerable with anyone, even his friends. He had no idea how Kyle or C.J. would even react to that information, and he didnât want to find out, so instead he started rambling, hoping to eventually say something semi-coherent, âIâŠI know these girls are very lovely, but I barely know them. Drunk or not, IâI wouldnât want to kiss them. IâI think that should be special.â
C.J. blinked at him. Kyle did too, before he let out a disbelieving chuckle, âWoah, Mama, donât tell us youâre about to go into some sob story about how youâve never kissed anyone before and are waiting for that âspecial someone.â I mean, even Zuzuâs been kissed.â
Heroâs mouth grew suddenly dry, and his cheeks burned as he found himself too embarrassed to even begin to formulate a response. Thankfully, he didnât have to as C.J. scolded, âKyleâ with a tut and a shake of his head before he turned towards Hero with a sympathetic smile. âThereâs no shame in that. Youâll kiss somebody someday.â
C.J.âs reassurances were kind and well-meaning, if a little confused and misguided, but Hero wasnât sure he wanted to correct him and explain that the problem wasnât that he hadnât kissed someone before but rather that he had. He had kissed just one girl and had wanted to kiss only her for the rest of his life, butâsomething panged in his chest at the thoughtâhe would never get to kiss her again. And no matter how much time passed, even now, even all these years later he couldnât imagine kissing anyone else. He couldnât imagine even wanting to.
Hero knew his friends saw his rejection of the advances of these, from all accounts, beautiful women as some sort of superhuman feat, a masterclass in self-restraint, but the truth was it really wasnât that difficult for him. As guilty as it made him feel to admit it, he didnât feel attracted to these women. He didnât really even notice them, didnât see them. It had been that way for as long he could rememberâas if he couldnât see anyone else in the world except Mari. And now that she was gone, he couldnât even see her, couldnât see anyone. Not like that. Not anymore. But he could barely make sense of that himself. Heâd never be able to explain it to C.J. or Kyle. It would be best to just let them misunderstandâŠ
Or so he thought until Kyle interjected well-meaning though staunchly determined to âsolve his problem.â âDonât worry, Iâm sure we can find lots of girls who would kiss you! Heck Iâd kiss you, but Iâm not sure youâd want that,â he teased bursting into raucous laughter before adding, âIâll ask Zuzu. She hasnât been kissed in a long time. It would do you both a lot of goodâyou could use a good kiss!â
âThatâsâŠthatâs okay, Kyle,â choked Heroâbright red in the face. âPleaseâplease donât do that. I uhâŠI have kissed someone beforeâŠâ
His face grew hot, and he became suddenly interested in his hands. He hadnât meant to say that. It was private, personalâeven a little painful now. ButâHero sighedâwith any luck, it would convince his friends to finally put this uncomfortable topic to rest. As C.J. and Kyle merely blinked at him with wide eyes, however, Hero fidgeted and hurriedly added, âOr uhâŠI guess Iâve been kissedâŠâ
He wasnât sure if the distinction of who had kissed whom actually mattered, but he thought maybe explaining that he hadnât been the one to initiate it would make the story more believable. After all it was no secret that he could be particularly shy about physical affection, especially these days, whereas Mari had been so cuddly. Despite his wanting to kiss her, they probably wouldnât have if it hadnât been from her initiating it, but he was glad she hadâglad he had that precious memory of her to hold onto even if he had been stunned, awkward, and confused about what to do. He couldnât imagine he was a very good kisser at all, so perhaps it was for the best he was never going to kiss anyone ever again.
His chest achedâthat all-too-familiar bittersweet sadness seeping into the empty space in his heart Mari had left behind, and his eyes prickled, burned. Even the thought of kissing anyone else made him want to cry.
He must not have done a very good job of hiding that because the expression on C.J.âs face softened, and he gave him a sympathetic smile and gentle tilt of his head as he closed the refrigerator door and began scooping the empty grocery bags off the counter. âHey, man. Itâs okay,â he said reassuringly. âWe believe you.â
âYeah. Yeah,â agreed Kyle with an emphatic nod. âIâm sure it was great! Was there tongâOW!â Kyle yelped, a much more dramatic shriek than the light smack on the arm C.J. had given him likely warranted. âOkay. Okay. GeezâŠâ he muttered defensively. âNo detailsâgot it. Youâre as bad as Zuzu.â
âI like her already,â quipped C.J. who, it seemed, had also never met Kyleâs mysterious and, supposedly, actually-responsible friend but, unlike Brandi, believed she actually existed. Hero was inclined to believe this tooâif only because the things he had heard about her had become far too detailed to be a lie or, at least, to be a lie that Kyle could have come up with, though he felt guilty for thinking that. Kyle was a lot smarter than he was often given credit for, after all, but he wasnât particularly deceptive and would likely get bored of a long con. There was probably a girl named Zuzu out thereâŠand she wasnât Kyleâs âgirlfriend from campâ or âCanada.â She just had the good sense not to hang around with any of Kyleâs fraternity brothers, and Hero really couldnât blame her for that. Â
Kyleâs mouth curved into a lopsided grin, and the burning in Heroâs face quickly spread to his ears as he could have sworn he glanced over at him for a split-second before he decisively told C.J., âYouâre not her type.â
âI didnât say I wanted to date her,â C.J. replied with a roll of his eyes, and Kyleâs smile widenedâsomething knowingly playful glistening in his rolling eyes.
âYeah, yeah, youâve only got eyes for Brandiâwe know,â he bantered, and Heroâs own mouth curved in the corners as he watched the slightest tint of deep, coral red seep into the tip of C.J.âs nose.
C.J.âs attraction to Brandi was no secret to anyoneâleast of all to Brandi herself who, unfortunately for C.J., had sworn off dating fraternity guys after a particularly rocky relationship with one her freshman year. This did not stop him from sincerely pining after her, however, and putting in a genuine effort to become friends, especially now that he had learned they had a mutual one in Hero.
While Hero didnât think it was his place to get involved, he couldnât deny that he thought they were well-suited, and even if they never dated each other, could be good friends. To that end, Hero had been trying to subtly talk C.J. up to Brandi and convince her that, unlike Kyle, he was not the stereotypical frat boy. Even though he was pretty much up for anything, it was because he was easy-goingânever phased, rattled, or bothered by much. He took care of himself and was responsible, got decent grades, and took pride in his work and his dreams of becoming an attorney, which was something he and Brandi had in common. Most of all he thought that Brandi was absolutely wonderful. Hero often saw himself in the way he looked at her. It reminded him of how he had looked at Mari which made something pang in his chest and worried him that he was, perhaps, a little bit biased.
Fidgeting, C.J. cleared his throat, but knowing he couldnât really deny this fact or, perhaps, not wanting to, he simply shrugged his shoulders and insisted, âHey, sheâs cool.â
âSheâs BrandiââKyle rolled his eyesââsheâll chew you up and spit you back out without batting an eye.â
A smile curved in the corners of C.J.âs mouth as he quipped in a low voice, âI donât mind that.â
âWhatever,â huffed Kyle. âWeâre wasting time. The partyâs already started.â He turned to Hero who was putting away the last of the perishables. âYou are coming right, Mama? You canât leave me alone with C.J.âheâs hopeless.â
C.J. shook his head. âYou just want a designated driver so you can get sloshed. Leave me out of it.â
âHey, I want Mama to have a good time too!â Kyle wrapped his arm around Heroâs shoulders. âAll he ever does is study. If I didnât drag him out of the house, heâd never leave except to go to class and the grocery store.â He clicked his tongue, then laughed, seemingly amused with himself before he begged, âCome on, Mama, please?â
As Kyle dragged that final âpleaseâ out into a long, nasally whine, Hero sighed, but before he could begin to protest Kyle added, âYou never know what youâre missing out on. âLife moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.ââ
âDid you just quote âFerris Buellerâs Day Offâ?â laughed C.J. âYouâre getting desperate.â
âNo. Itâs just because Heroâs being such a Cameron.â Kyle crossed his arms with a huff, turning to Hero with a stern shake of his head. âDonât be a Cameron. Go out and live a little. Tonight could be the best night of your life, and youâd have no idea if you just stayed home studying at your desk.â
âI dunnoâŠâ Hero began unsurely. Despite knowing his conflict avoidance would eventually win out and he would ultimately end up at this party tonight, he tried his best at a feeble protest or at the very least, an expression of uncertainty, but Kyle wouldnât even hear that.
He began pushing him towards the door with a teasingly smarmy, âCome on. Letâs go change your life!â
Hero stifled a somewhat awkward chuckle in spite of himself. This was one of Kyleâs most outlandish attempts to convince him to go to some party. Hero had been to enough of them by now to know that there wasnât anything âlife changingâ in a group a sweaty, plastered college students playing beer pong, dancing the Cotton Eyed Joe on someoneâs dining room table until they threw up, or sloppily making out while Aquaâs âBarbie Girlâ blasted deafeningly loud in the background.
That said, after everything that had happened in his life up until this point, there was no way that Hero would ever be able to deny that the smallest, seemingly insignificant things could, in fact, change the course of somebodyâs life. He thought about Mari planning to have that recital. He thought about Basil deciding to watch her and Sunnyâs final practice. Thought about Sunny storming outâthrowing down his violin. Thought about Mari running after himâfollowing him up those stairsâŠ
His chest achedâhollow and panging with a pain that would never really go away. He almost wanted to say that all of his experiences with the butterfly effect had been negative, painfulâŠbut then he thought about KelâŠthought about him knocking on Sunnyâs door three days before he was supposed to move away. He thought about Sunny opening it for him and venturing outside for the first time in four years. He thought about Aubrey suggesting they all stay at Basilâs house on Sunnyâs last night in Faraway Town. And venturing deep into his memories of that long, distant past that often felt like nothing but a dream now, Hero thought about Mari againâher insistence that they help Aubrey when she was just a crying little girl who lost her shoe or that they take care of Basil and his garden. Or long, long before thatâŠhe thought about his dad buying a potted cactus and suggesting they take it over to their new neighbors.
People never seemed to think of the impact of their smallest decisions. Hero certainly hadnât before, and even now, he wasnât really thinking of it, wasnât really expecting Kyleâs assertions to be anything more than impassioned attempts to get him out of the house and to play âdesignated driver.â
But as it turned out, years later, whenever Hero would mentally list those seemingly insignificant but life-altering decisions, he would always throw in this moment when his mouth twitched into a conceding smile and he sighed, âAlright, Kyle. Just let me go change my clothes first; then weâll head out.â
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When Sun Shines Again: Prologue "Hoping I'm Always There"
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CHAPTER 1â
PROLOGUE: "HOPING I'M ALWAYS THERE"
Description: When tragedy struck, Hero lost not only his dearest friend but also his dreams for the future. Even years later, Hero doesn't know what his "forever" looks like without Mari in it, but somehow he finds the strength to carry on and build a new life for himself. With his family and friends both old and new by his side, Hero struggles through life's ups and downs--the joys and sorrows he faces in a world without Mari. In the beginning, he's only looking to survive it all, but somewhere along the way, he might find a purpose, a reason he's still here. Maybe there really is a way he can learn to be happy again, and maybe, just maybe, when he's least expecting it, he might even find himself slowly opening his heart to love again--he might even find himself believing that even the darkest, stormiest of times will eventually pass and the sun will shine again.
A Hero-Centric story spanning 15 years of his life post-good end. Focuses on Hero finding healing & building a life for himself after the loss of Mari. Eventually includes him learning to love again after an extremely slow burn. All pairings are tagged upfront. Rated T for heavy themes & some language. Reading the prequel is recommended but not required.
Chapter Specific Notes: The prologue is HeroMari-Centric and Mari actually appears in this chapter.
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Tags For The Story As A Whole (So A Lot Of These Are "Eventual" Tags):
Romantic Relationships: Main Ships: (Past) Hero/Mari and (Eventual) Hero/OC. Side Ships: Brandi/OC and a brief mention of Mikhael/Bebe are the only side ships involving canon characters.
Platonic Relationships: Hero & Brandi Friendship, Hero & Original Characters Friendship. Some Hero & Kel Siblings Relationship & Brotherly Friendship.
Characters: Major Canon Characters: Hero (POV Character), Brandi [Intimidating Girl], Mari and Mari's Memory, & Kel. Major Original Characters (Hero's college friends): Kyle, C.J., Zoey, Tamra, and Lorraine. Mentioned Canon Characters: Sunny, Basil, Aubrey, Sally, Hero's Parents, Bebe (Short Haired Girl/Fountain Girl) & Mikhael (The Maverick).
Genre: Hero-Centric Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Slice of Life, College Life, Lost Love, Finding Love Again, Finding Healing After Grief, Slow Burn, Developing Friendship, Developing Relationship, Greiving, Catharsis, Heart-To-Heart Chats, Hopeful/Happy Ending, Post-Good Ending, Hero Needs A Hug, Hero Deserves To Be Happy
Rating: T for some heavy themes and thematic elements (i.e. grief & healing from grief and trauma. Implied/Referenced Canonical Character Death & Implied/Referenced Mental Health Issues including depression & suicide. Mentions of Underage Drinking & Partying). Some language.
Warnings: Major Spoilers for OMORI! Heavy themes and thematic elements (i.e. grief & healing from grief and trauma. Implied/Referenced Canonical Character Death & Implied/Referenced Mental Health Issues including depression & suicide. Mentions of Underage Drinking & Partying). Some Language.
Chapter Word Count: 2731
Link to Original Post on AO3.
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âCan I open my eyes now?â giggled Mariâone hand over her eyes. The other held tightly onto Heroâs hand as he led her into the backyard.
âAlmost,â he replied with a somewhat sheepish chuckle, and Mari laughed again.
âOkayâŠbut can you tell me where weâre going?â
Hero bit his lip before he accidentally spoiled the surprise. He knew that Mari had always loved surprises, but he also knew that he himself was not much of a surprise kind of person. While he was trustworthy and could keep a secret if asked, he found it too difficult to keep things from his friends and family for too long, especially if they were good things that he was excited about. He had been planning this surprise for Mari for weeks now, and, he was sorry to say, had nearly slipped up and told her about it a couple of times already. Truthfully, a part of him even wanted to go ahead and tell her now, but they were almost there so he promised himself heâd manage to keep it a surprise for just a few more minutes.
âAlmost,â he repeated, laughing a little at his repetition.
âOohâŠâMari chuckled before she donned a frown and began her best impression of a serious commanding officer in one of the war drama films they sometimes watched with his dad. âItâll be hard to break this one, general. His lips are sealed.â
Mari teasingly saluted at him, before covering her eyes again. For Mariâs credit she had kept her eyes firmly closed shut so the hand covering was merely a formality. âBet I know a way to unseal those,â she giggledâher tone playful not sultry, though she did blow a kiss at him and Hero suspected she would have winked in his general direction if her eyes had been open.
âMariââ His voice cracked, and Heroâs face flushed red as he shook his head.
âWhat? I just meant I bet youâd tell my pet tarantula.â
Heroâs face blanched. âThatâs not funny,â he tried to insist though his breathy laugh seemed to imply otherwise. âDonât even joke about having a pet tarantula.â
âAwwâŠâ Mari pouted teasingly. âBut Iâve really been thinking about getting one.â She paused, then added, âJust kidding. You know Iâd never do that to you.â
Giving Heroâs hand a reassuring squeeze, Mari giggled againâher laugh light and tinkly like a music box. Hero had often thought it was a far prettier melody than even the most beautiful songs she played for him on her piano, but like any usual teenage boy, he was far too nervous and shy to even begin to tell her that. Still, seeing as Mari was his closest friend and knew him better than probably anyone else in the world, Hero had always suspected she already knew how he feltâhow his heart raced whenever she met his eyes, how his chest ached whenever she called his name or how his stomach fluttered whenever she patted his back or held his hand or leaned her head on his shoulder. Mari had to know that whenever he was with her, he felt like they were in their own little world, had to know that he couldnât see anyone else but her and that he could laugh or sing or just combust from how positively and completely happy he was to even be close to her, listening to what she had to say and trying his best to be supportive and make her smile.
With a sigh, Heroâs face softened as he watched Mari smile nowâgiggling as she stumbled with her eyes closed. Mari had the most beautiful smileâbright, beaming, and so warm that Hero could have sworn it made even the sun shine brighter.
He would do just about anything in the world just to see that smileâthough the truth was he would do just about anything in the world for her, no matter what it was. Heâd even spend all weekend cleaning off his patio just to plan a special afternoon for her before they headed back to school for the new term. And if she didnât know that already, sheâd probably know it as soon as she opened her eyes.
âBut uhâŠoh, watch your step.â Hero reached out to steady her before she stumbled onto the uneven pavement of the patio, and his face flushed scarlet as she tripped a littleâpractically twirling into his chest as she clutched onto his arm. âAre you alright?â
âIâm fine, though Iâd be better if youâd let me open my eyes so I could see where I was going,â she teased as a playful smile tugged at her mouth. âItâd be nice to see your pretty face too.â
âMari,â choked Heroâhis face blushing an even deeper shade of red. He looked away from her, even though he knew she couldnât see him as long as she was respecting his wish that she keep her eyes closed, but she squeezed his hand and intertwined their fingers.
âYou didnât have to surprise me, you know? Itâs not even a special day or anything.â
Hero shrugged his shoulders. âI know, but I wanted to. Weâll be going back to school soon so I wanted to plan something special for the end of the summer, and thereâsââhis cheeks grew warm as he shuffled his feet on the pavementââthereâs something I want to show you.â
âOohâŠmysterious,â giggled Mari, but her smile widened.
âNot reallyâŠâ Hero shrugged. âBut I hope youâll still like it.â With a long sigh, Hero took one final glance around the yard before finally saying, âAlright. You can open your eyes now if you want.â
As Mari dropped her hand from her face, her eyes fluttered openedâblinking in the bright sun. She gasped. âItâs beautiful.â
Hero smiled but shuffled his feet as his face flushed. He had been hoping she would say that. He had spent hours working on building that canopy out of plywood with his dad, and while it was somewhat crude, basic work, even Hero could admit that it did look very pretty when covered in the garlands of flowers he had made with Basil. Sunny and Aubrey had helped tooâand Kel, for a little while before he got distracted and Hero asked him to move all the outdoor furniture to the perimeter of the patio leaving a big, empty square in the middle.
âWhat is all this, Hero?â Mari asked, turning to him with wide, smiling eyes.
Hero shrugged his shoulders and twisted his hands. âWellâŠI was thinking about how you had to miss the Spring FormalâŠâ
âI told you thatâs okay. I can always go next year,â Mari insisted giving him a reassuring pat on his arm.
Heroâs expression softened. He wouldnât tell her but he knew she was putting on a brave face and had been genuinely disappointed when her bad knee had started acting up again back in April and her doctor had urged her not to put any weight on it for a while, meaning she had ended up back on crutches for the week of the dance and about a week and a half after that. Mari had insisted that Hero should go on without her, but he hadnât wanted to and instead had gone over to her house where they baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies together and curled up next to each other on the couch to watch old black-and-white movies. Hero thought it had been a much more fun evening, especially seeing as he couldnât dance, but he had been hoping to make it up to her for a while.
âI know,â he said with a gentle nod. âBut I still felt bad that we never got to dance together so I thoughtâŠâ As his face flushed, his voice trailed. He looked away from Mari instead glancing over at his suitcase record player which he had set on the patio table under the big sun umbrella. âThereâs also a song Iâve really been wanting to play for youâŠâ
Hero opened the record player suitcase and carefully took his vinyl copy of The Beatlesâ Revolver out of its jacket and sleeve. Knowing that it was the first record he had ever purchased for himself filled him with a sense of pride. After wearing out his parentsâ cassette of the album listening to a particular song over and over again for his own enjoyment and âYellow Submarineâ which was Kelâs favorite, Hero decided that heâd like to own the record and hear what it sounded like in vinyl. Hero had a small but growing collection of vinyl recordsâmost of which he had gotten as gifts for his most recent birthday after having gotten his portable, suitcase record player for Christmas, but he had only recently started adding to it himself. Most of the money he made at his summer job cleaning pools and mowing lawns was being put away to help him pay for college when the time came a couple years from now and the rest was going towards having enough money to buy gifts for his friends and family for birthdays and the holidays when they rolled around, but he allowed him a little bit of money for himself and saved up most of to buy a vintage copy of Revolver that their local record store had proudly displayed in their window. He could have sworn he was walking on air when he had finally purchased it and though he had added several other records to his collection since then, this was by far his favorite and the most special to him.
Smiling brightly, Hero gently set the needle to his favorite song, the reason he had been so eager to purchase the record in the first place. At the sound of the opening chord and the first line, âTo lead a better life, I need my love to be hereâŠâ, he held out his hand to Mari and asked with a somewhat shy shrug of his shoulders, âWould you like to dance?â
Mari beamed at him. âIâd love to.â
Hero flushed as Mari wrapped her arms around his neck, but somehow he fumbled his way to placing his hands on her waist. He took a deep breath trying to remember back to the dancing practice he had been trying out in his room for the past few weeks, much to Kelâs giggly confusion. Hero sighed. He wasnât sure if his attempts at practice had helped much and he apologized, âIâm sorry. Iâm not a very good dancer.â
âThatâs alright. Iâm not very good either so we can muddle through together.â Mariâs smile widened, and she tilted her head. âThis is a beautiful song. Iâm not sure Iâve heard it before.â
âItâs called âHere There and Everywhereâ, itâsââHeroâs voice cracked and he stared off intently over Mariâs shoulder as his face blushed redââitâs my favorite love song. I actually bought this record because I couldnât stop listening to it.â
âIâm glad to hear itâs your favorite because itâs our song now so weâll probably be listening to it a lot,â she teased, winking at him.
Hero chuckled lightly, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck before remembering he was still supposed to be holding onto Mariâs waist. âOur song?â
Mari nodded. âEveryone knows that the first song that you ever slow dance to is special. Thatâs why a lot of people dance to it at their weddings.â Mari giggled behind her hand, and Heroâs heart raced as he took a deep breath hoping his face wasnât as red as he feared. âBut no pressure,â she added teasingly. âAll I meant was that youâll have to start thinking about us and about me when you listen to it from now on.â
Hero bit his lip shuffling his feet as he danced with her. âIâŠI donât think Iâll have to start doing thatâŠâ he admitted, his face growing suddenly hot. Mariâs brow furrowed.
âWhat do you mean, silly? You canât just not make this our songâitâs our song forever now. You should have thought of that before you played it for me.â Giggling, she winked at him playfully. âOr were you planning to go around playing it for all the other girls?â
âNo,â Hero insisted with an awkward, breathy chuckleâhis face crimson as he tripped over his words. âThereâsâŠthere arenât any other girlsâŠthatâsâŠthatâs what I was trying toâŠâ His voice hitched, and he swallowed hard. âIâŠI alwaysâŠonly think about you whenever I listen to this song. ItâsâŠitâs your song.â
He bravely met Mariâs eyes, and she smiled at himâthat beautiful smile that made the sun shine brighter. She reached out and pressed her palm to his cheek.
âOur song,â she gently insisted, and Hero nodded at her as she ruffled the tips of her fingers through his hair. Hero frozeâhis hands beginning to tremble as Mariâs eyes fluttered closed and she leaned forward. His heart pounded. Was sheâŠ? He swallowed hard. Was she going to kiss him?
âYou guys are so gross and mushy!â exclaimed Kel jumping out from behind a nearby tool shed. âWhy donât you listen to a good song next like âYellow Submarineâ?â
âKel!â scolded Aubreyâs voice though Hero couldnât see her apart from her arm tugging on Kel to come back to his hiding place, but Kel shrugged her off.
âWhat? Itâs a better song than this!â
âI think itâs sweet,â Basilâs voice gently interjected.
Hero was too busy blushing at the unexpected audience to say much of anything in response, but Mari just laughed returning to her best impression of a character in a military drama, âLooks like we have a few covert operatives on our hands.â
âYouâve been watching too many movies with my dad,â chuckled Kel as Mari motioned to him.
âWhy donât you come on out and dance too?â
Kel practically sprinted over the patio. âAwesome! I think âYellow Submarineâsâ next right, Hero?â
Hero nodded as Aubrey, Basil, and Sunny followed quietly and somewhat apologetically behind.
âSorry, we didnât mean to interrupt,â Basil insisted nervously twisting his hands as Sunny nodded in emphatic agreement.
âKel is such a moron,â huffed Aubrey shaking her head at him. âSorry Mari. Sorry Hero.â
âItâs okay,â Hero finally managed, patting Aubreyâs head reassuringly as Mari gave both Sunny and Basil comforting pats on the back.
âItâll be more fun with everyone anyway,â Mari added before she turned to Hero with a kind, affectionate smile. âBesides thatâs our song now so weâll have plenty of time to finish our dance.â
Hero nodded at her, but before he could say anything he stumbled backwards, startled by Mariâs suddenly hug. Basil and Aubrey both giggled behind their handsâprobably at Heroâs bright red face as Sunny watched with wide eyes and Kel was, naturally, far too distracted by his own prattling about âYellow Submarine.â
Taking a deep albeit shaky breath and trying to calm his racing heartbeat and trembling hands, Hero wrapped his arms around Mari. âYouâre right,â he said. âWe have plenty of time.â Mari hummed, nestling her chin into his shoulder as Hero pulled her closeâholding her tightly as if he never wanted to let go.
It was hard enough to manage that given the shy, awkwardness of his youth. In his mind, Hero thought of a day years down the road when he would be older and more confident, when hopefully it wouldnât be so hard to tell her how he really felt. He had no way of knowing that that day would never comeâthat for years later he would think back on this momentâdesperately wishing he had restarted the song, had finished that dance, had been brave enough to tell her how much she really meant to him. Hindsight really was 20/20. Hero knew that possibly better than anyone, but it didnât stop him from wishing that he just held onto her tighter because someday the day would come when he was left alone with only a song and the memories of a wonderful girl he had always thought of when he listened to it. He still thought of her and probably always would, but she wasnât there to dance with him anymore.
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Meet the Cast of "When Sun Shines Again" [Hero's Life After Mari]â
: Kyle Davenport (OMORI OC)
Kyle Davenport
KYLE is an exuberant sports medicine major who is always up for a good time. Heâs charming, outgoing, adventurous, talkative, and enthusiastic with a big personality and penchant for being the center of attention. The fact that heâd do almost anything for a laugh can get him into trouble from time to time, but even though he can often be reckless and impulsive and usually has absolutely no filter whatsoever, he has a heart of gold underneath all his charisma and truly loves his friends (even though he swears heâd love them more if they werenât such wet blankets).
Birthday: February 3rd
Likes: Parties, Football, Meeting New People, Listening to Himself Talk, Nicknames, Flirting, Video Games, TV Sitcoms, Making People Laugh & Vacationing (particularly at the beach)
Dislikes: Studying, Housework, Being Lectured to by âBoring People,â Pros & Cons Lists, & Lime Jello
Bonus fun facts below the cut!
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You can read about Kyle and all of Hero's college friends in the "When Sun Shines Again" series. He just had his proper introduction in Chapter 5! ^^
Kyle would be the first to tell anyone that heâs a âtrust-fund baby.â His family is extraordinarily wealthyâhaving made a fortune selling mouthwash and other dental care products. They live on a private beach in Seaport, four hours away from the city, and have numerous vacation homes. Needless to say, nearly everything Kyle owns is expensive. He often jokes that his parents buy him luxury items to make up for the fact theyâre never around. Given the opulent and spoiled way he was raised, Kyle is particularly naĂŻve about money and has very little concept of what constitutes âexpensive,â which his friends often tease him about. He has to be given specific parameters about how much he can spend on presents for them. Zoey has made him promise that he wonât ever buy her anything that he couldnât purchase at Other Mart, for instance.
While Kyle might come off as shallow sometimes, there isnât an air of arrogance to him. He is extremely charming but genuinely likable, and he tends to be very generous with his money and his time. He, occasionally, purposely flaunts his wealth in an attempt to make friends or get dates, but he knows a lot of his relationships are surface-level and disingenuous for this reason, which is why he values his closest friendships so much. He knows that Hero, Zoey, Lorraine, Brandi, C.J. and Tamra genuinely like him and want to be around him, not just his familyâs money which only makes him want to spoil his friends with expensive gifts. He also gives incredible tips for service industry workers.
Thereâs nothing Kyle loves more than a good party! He is always up for a good time and prides himself on coming up with wilder and wilder antics (like doing line dances on tables or singing Spice Girls karaoke). He is also a binge drinker and has several âlevels of drunkennessâ including âKaraoke Drunk,â âTouchy-Feely Drunk,â and âWill-Flirt-With-A-Floor-Lamp Drunk.â His friends, particularly Hero and Zoey, try to intervene before he reaches the final stage which is a serious and vulnerably honest drunk clarity which is very dark for the usually happy-go-lucky Kyle.
Kyle has always loved T.V. Sitcoms, especially âSaved By The Bellâ which was very formative to him in his preteen years. He has often (drunkenly) told Zoey that she the âJessieâ to his âZackâ though Zoey often jokes that Heroâs the âJessieâ now seeing as Kyle has named him âMamaâ (no one knows for sure if this was actually, intentionally, a âSaved By The Bellâ reference). He is unfortunately, still waiting on his âKellyâ
Kyle was a big football star in high school (granted his private prep school was known more for its rigorous academics than its athletics but they did fairly well for themselves), but he suffered a terrible injury to his knee in his final season which required countless hours of physical therapy, a lot of mobility aids, and multiple surgeries, including finally a full knee replacement at the age of 18 when doctors were reasonably assured he had stopped growing. He missed a ton of school due to his injury and recovery, so his parents arranged to have Zoey tutor him in his math and science classes so he wouldnât fall too far behind and thatâs how they became friends. With Zoeyâs encouragement that he was actually a lot smarter than he gave himself credit for (if heâd actually put in some effort) , Kyle decided to become a physical therapist to give back, grateful for everyone who had helped with his own recovery. His bad knee still bothers him sometimes, and he has to wear a brace if he overexerts himself. He also owns a very expensive, high-quality cane, but it makes him feel self-conscious so he purposely avoids using it (even when he probably should) and only relies on it as a last resort.
Kyle joined his fraternity as a freshman and is a legacy since his father joined the same one when he was in school. Greek Life was something he was most excited about when going to college, and he was thrilled when his charisma (and probably his familyâs money) got him into a frat right away as a freshman. He moved into the frat house in the spring semester of his freshman year and after his previous roommate moved out into off-campus housing, he tried his best to convince Hero to join and become his new roommate.
Kyle loves traveling and loves to send his friends postcards from his vacation destinations. He always tries to find postcards with bridges on them for Zoey and ones with food on them for Hero.
Kyle is a terrible cook. He swears he could burn water and can barely even make a Pop-Tart. This is one of the reasons why he is so impressed by Hero and his culinary skills. Hero has tried to teach Kyle some basics of cooking on several occasions, but he is beyond help.
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When Sun Shines Again [Hero's Life After Mari] Series Masterlist â
"When Sun Shines Again" is a Post-Good Ending Hero-Centric series focusing on Hero finding healing and building a life for himself after the loss of Mari. Eventually includes him learning to love again after an extremely slow burn.
Romantic Relationships: Main Ships: (Past) Hero/Mari and (Eventual) Hero/OC. Side Ships: Brandi/OC and a brief mention of Mikhael/Bebe are the only side ships involving canon characters.
Platonic Relationships: Hero & Brandi Friendship, Hero & Original Characters Friendship. Some Hero & Kel Siblings Relationship & Brotherly Friendship.
Characters: Major Canon Characters: Hero (POV Character), Brandi [Intimidating Girl], Mari and Mari's Memory, & Kel. Major Original Characters (Hero's college friends): Kyle, C.J., Zoey, Tamra, and Lorraine. Mentioned Canon Characters: Sunny, Basil, Aubrey, Sally, Hero's Parents, Bebe (Short Haired Girl/Fountain Girl) & Mikhael (The Maverick).
Genre: Hero-Centric Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Slice of Life, College Life, Lost Love, Finding Love Again, Finding Healing After Grief, Slow Burn, Developing Friendship, Developing Relationship, Greiving, Catharsis, Heart-To-Heart Chats, Hopeful/Happy Ending, Post-Good Ending, Hero Needs A Hug, Hero Deserves To Be Happy
Rating: T for some heavy themes and thematic elements (i.e. grief & healing from grief and trauma. Implied/Referenced Canonical Character Death & Implied/Referenced Mental Health Issues including depression & suicide. Mentions of Underage Drinking & Partying). Some language.
Warnings: Major Spoilers for OMORI! Heavy themes and thematic elements (i.e. grief & healing from grief and trauma. Implied/Referenced Canonical Character Death & Implied/Referenced Mental Health Issues including depression & suicide. Mentions of Underage Drinking & Partying). Some Language.
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WORKS:
PREQUEL: "Am I Ready For Love? Or Maybe Just A Best Friend" [Tumblr Link]
**This story is intended to be read prior to "When Sun Shines Again" & is recommended**
Description: While playing "Mom Friend" to his college buddies' shenanigans, Hero is shocked to learn that he is widely considered the "Prince" of their campus. Though flattered, he doesn't feel he deserves the praise, especially seeing as his heart still missed the best friend and childhood love he had lost far too soon. He would always miss her and simply couldn't imagine being with anyone else...but that didn't mean he wasn't lonely. Even self-imposed loneliness wasn't free from sadness.
When an unexpected conversation drudges up bittersweet memories for him, however, Hero begins to wonder if he doesn't have to be nearly as lonely anymore. He might not be ready for love, but a best friend didn't sound too bad...
Hero Centric Hurt/Comfort, Angst, & Slice of Life; Post-Good Ending. Special emphasis on Past Hero/Mari (Angst) and Hero's platonic friendships with his college friends (Brandi & OCs) in the present. Could be Hero/OC if you really wanted to see it, but this story is focused on their platonic friendship.
MAIN STORY: "When Sun Shines Again" [AO3 Link; Tumblr Links Below]
Description: When tragedy struck, Hero lost not only his dearest friend but also his dreams for the future. Even years later, Hero doesn't know what his "forever" looks like without Mari in it, but somehow he finds the strength to carry on and build a new life for himself. With his family and friends both old and new by his side, Hero struggles through life's ups and downs--the joys and sorrows he faces in a world without Mari. In the beginning, he's only looking to survive it all, but somewhere along the way, he might find a purpose, a reason he's still here. Maybe there really is a way he can learn to be happy again, and maybe, just maybe, when he's least expecting it, he might even find himself slowly opening his heart to love again--he might even find himself believing that even the darkest, stormiest of times will eventually pass and the sun will shine again.
A Hero-Centric story spanning 15 years of his life post-good end. Focuses on Hero finding healing & building a life for himself after the loss of Mari. Eventually includes him learning to love again after an extremely slow burn. All pairings are tagged on AO3 upfront. Rated T for heavy themes & some language. Reading the prequel is recommended.
Prologue: âHoping I'm Always Thereâ [HeroMari-centric]
Chapter 1 (HeroMari Centric)
Part 1: âTo Lead A Better Lifeâ [Hero's Platonic Relationships with Canon Characters (his friends & family from the game)-Centric]
Chapter 2 (Hero & Kel-Centric)
Chapter 3 (Hero & Aubrey-Centric)
Chapter 4 (Hero & Basil-Centric)
Chapter 5 (Hero & Sunny-Centric)
Part 2: "Changing My Life" [Hero's Platonic Relationships at University-centric]
Chapter 6 (The Party That Changed Hero's Life: Part 1 of 3)
Chapter 7 (The Party That Changed Hero's Life: Part 2 of 3)
Chapter 8 (The Party That Changed Hero's Life: Part 3 of 3)
Part 3: âBelieving That Love Never Diesâ
Part 4: âEverywhereâ
Part 5: âShe's Got A Wayâ
Epilogue: "A Million Dreams Of Love"
ABRIDGED VERSION/EPILOGUE: "The Hero You Loved" [Tumblr Link]
**This story includes specific references to the other stories in this series (particularly "Am I Ready For Love Or Maybe Just A Best Friend?"), but it should stand alone and work as a sort of abridged version and epilogue to everything else so reading the other stories is unnecessary.**
Description: 12 years after the good ending of OMORI, Hero reflects on the unexpected turns his life has taken. He wasn't the same person he used to be and would never be that person again. After such a devastating loss, he had truly believed he could never be happy again, but things were different nowâŠ
Hero finds healing and loves again (the abridged version). Past Hero/Mari and Current Hero/Zoey (OC) Slice of Life, Romance, and Hurt/Comfort. Rated G.
SIDE STORIES:
Under The Weather - A (Self-Indulgent) Hero-Centric Sick Fic with a Side of Hurt/Comfort and Slice of Life Post Good-Ending feat. Hero and Kel's Brotherly Bond & both Kel and Hero's relationships with one of Hero's friends from college, Zoey (OC). Rated G.
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Cast Profiles:
C.J. Watkins [OMORI OC]
Kyle Davenport [OMORI OC]
Lorraine Park [OMORI OC]
Tamra Lamarre [OMORI OC]
Zoey Park [OMORI OC]
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Art:
Old Friends and New Friends
Scene from "Am I Ready For Love? Or Maybe Just A Best Friend"
"The Gang's All Here" [Hero & His College Friends Art]
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Hero & His Friends Art by @shine-n-bright
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When Sun Shines Again Chapter 5: "To Lead A Better Life:" Part 4
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"To Lead A Better Life" Part 4
Chapter Description: After returning to the city for his new college semester, Hero spends the day with Sunny, showing him around town and taking him to one of his favorite coffee shops. Though Sunny may be surprised that Hero still wants to spend time with him after everything that has happened, Hero knows that Sunny will always be a brother to him, and Hero will always take care of him...
This Chapter is Hero & Sunny's Friendship-Centric.
Chapter Word Count: 11,600. Link to Chapter 5 on AO3.
Description (for the entire work): When tragedy struck, Hero lost not only his dearest friend but also his dreams for the future. Even years later, Hero doesn't know what his "forever" looks like without Mari in it, but somehow he finds the strength to carry on and build a new life for himself. With his family and friends both old and new by his side, Hero struggles through life's ups and downs--the joys and sorrows he faces in a world without Mari. In the beginning, he's only looking to survive it all, but somewhere along the way, he might find a purpose, a reason he's still here. Maybe there really is a way he can learn to be happy again, and maybe, just maybe, when he's least expecting it, he might even find himself slowly opening his heart to love again--he might even find himself believing that even the darkest, stormiest of times will eventually pass and the sun will shine again.
A Hero-Centric story spanning 15 years of his life post-good end. Focuses on Hero finding healing & building a life for himself after the loss of Mari. Eventually includes him learning to love again after an extremely slow burn. All pairings are tagged upfront. Rated T for heavy themes & some language. Reading the prequel is recommended.
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Tags For The Story As A Whole (So A Lot Of These Are "Eventual" Tags):
Romantic Relationships: Main Ships: (Past) Hero/Mari and (Eventual) Hero/OC. Side Ships: Brandi/OC and a brief mention of Mikhael/Bebe are the only side ships involving canon characters.
Platonic Relationships: Hero & Brandi Friendship, Hero & Original Characters Friendship. Some Hero & Kel Siblings Relationship & Brotherly Friendship. Hero & Aubrey Friendship. Hero & Basil Friendship. Hero & Sunny Friendship. Hero & His Family.
Characters: Major Canon Characters: Hero (POV Character), Brandi [Intimidating Girl], Mari and Mari's Memory, & Kel. Major Original Characters (Hero's college friends): Kyle, C.J., Zoey, Tamra, and Lorraine. Other Included Canon Characters: Sunny, Basil, Aubrey, Sally, Hero's Parents, Bebe (Short Haired Girl/Fountain Girl) & Mikhael (The Maverick).
Genre: Hero-Centric Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Slice of Life, College Life, Lost Love, Finding Love Again, Finding Healing After Grief, Slow Burn, Developing Friendship, Developing Relationship, Greiving, Catharsis, Heart-To-Heart Chats, Hopeful/Happy Ending, Post-Good Ending, Hero Needs A Hug, Hero Deserves To Be Happy
Rating: T for some heavy themes and thematic elements (i.e. grief & healing from grief and trauma. Implied/Referenced Canonical Character Death & Implied/Referenced Mental Health Issues including depression & suicide. Mentions of Underage Drinking & Partying). Some language.
Warnings: Major Spoilers for OMORI! Heavy themes and thematic elements (i.e. grief & healing from grief and trauma. Implied/Referenced Canonical Character Death & Implied/Referenced Mental Health Issues including depression & suicide. Mentions of Underage Drinking & Partying). Some Language.
Link to Entire work on AO3.
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Hero shifted his weight from one foot to the other, balancing the box he was holding against his side as he walked up the stone steps to Sunnyâs apartment building. The buildings in this part of town were different than the modern, minimalist high rises downtown or the streamlined, boxy apartments near Heroâs  university. This part of the city was quaint, historicalâfull of craftsman and art deco buildings and brownstone townhouses turned into apartments, like the one where Sunny and his mother were currently living. Hero had never really been to this part of the city before. With traffic, it was nearly an hour away from his university and half-an-hour from the hustle and bustle of downtown. It was quiet here. Hero thought Sunny would like that.
After Hero was buzzed in, he walked up three flights of stairs until he reached the door marked â3Bâ in shiny silver letters. Shifting the box again, he knocked on the door. He could hear rustling behind itâthe sounds of turning locks and twisting doorknobs. Finally, the door opened, and there was Sunny, blankly blinking at him with his dark eyeâthe other or what was left of it still covered by an eyepatch.
Hero sighed in relief. He had color in his cheeks again, appeared far less pale and less frail than the last time Hero had seen him, more like the Sunny he remembered, the Sunny he had been beforeâŠ
Hero stopped, and cleared his throat, pushing the thought away. âHey, Sunny,â he said with a smile. Sunny nodded, blinking at him again.
âYou cameâŠâ he mumbled. Heroâs face flushed. It was true he had gotten stuck in traffic on account of a football game downtown today, but was he really that late?
âSorry. I didnât know how long it would take me to get here. Iâll plan ahead better next time.â
Sunny nodded before tilting his head slightly towards the box in Heroâs hands. âOh uhâŠthis is for you,â he said. âKel and I went through all this old stuff at home this summer, and we thought some of this was actually yours or that maybe youâd want it. Thereâs some grape soda in there for you too, from Aubrey, and I have a letter for you from BasilâŠâ
He paused, handing Sunny the box and fumbling around in his pocket for Basilâs letter. Sunny set the box on the kitchen counterârifling through its contents with the slightest twitch in the corners of his mouth, but he held onto the letter, staring at it for a long time. When he flipped the envelope over in his hands, presumably to open it, however, Hero gently suggested, âUhâŠmaybe you should read that laterâŠwhen you have some privacy.â
He stumbled over his words, fidgety and awkward as he thought back to his own letter from Basilâhow guilty, heart-wrenching, and utterly tortured it had been. He could only imagine what Sunnyâs letter had in itâŠBut whatever it was Hero didnât feel it was any of his business and the idea of being there when Sunny read it made him feel intrusive and uncomfortable. There were some things that should be kept private.
He hadnât even wanted to know what was in Kelâs letter, though he had listened when Kel talked through it a little with him, if only to share his worries about Basil. Aubrey hadnât even opened hers yet, but she promised him that she would eventually, whenever she was ready. Hero had assured her that she could call him when she did, if she needed support or someone to talk toâin fact he had assured her she could call him any time, for any reason, just like he had reassured Kel and Basil of the same thing. But he knew they wouldnât. It was one of the reasons it had been so painful to leave them behind to go back to school again.
While he had been looking forward to coming back to college and finally leaving this horrible summer behind him, he hadnât wanted to leave Kel, Aubrey, or Basil, even after they assured him they were okay. It was only when Kel had confessed that it was a big comfort to him to know Hero would be in the city with Sunny that he had started to feel better about things. They worried about Sunny tooâif their care-package was any indication, but now that he had moved away, it was only Hero who could check in on him and take care of him. Kel, Aubrey, and Basil would have each other now, but Sunny only had him.
No amount of phone calls from Kel, even though there had been many, or mailed newspaper articles about the upcoming Captain Spaceboy movie from Aubrey or novels of letters from Basil could ever have the impact of being physically present. They all knew this. So they had put their hopes in Heroâtrusted him to keep an eye on Sunny, to be there for him, and to make sure he was okay. If Hero was being honest, it was nice to be trusted againâto be needed. He had been looking forward to showing Sunny around the city, to taking him to his favorite restaurants, museums, parks, or coffee shopsâanywhere he wanted to go. Kel had specifically asked if he could help Sunny make some new friends so he wouldnât be so lonely, but Hero thought that would probably be much easier for his more outgoing and sociable younger brother and suggested Kel lend a hand with that himself the next time he came to visit, which Hero was hoping would be soon. For now, however, he fully intended to try to spend a lot of time with Sunny as long as he didnât mind the company. Truthfully, Hero was glad to have an old friend in the city now. After all, he had been a little lonely here too. He wondered if Kel knew that, just like Aubrey had, and thatâs why he had been so insistent on Hero hanging out with Sunny just like the old days.
Hero sighed. Whatever the reason, he was glad to be hereâglad to see Sunny looking so well, especially given everything he had been through.
As Sunny set Basilâs unopened letter on the box, Hero asked, âDo youâŠuhâŠwant to go out somewhere or just stay in and play games or something? I know we talked about going to the park, but it looks like rain.â
Sunny pursed his lips together, then glanced over his shoulder out the window at the gray and gloomy weatherâstormy and overcast as if it would start raining at any minute. He frowned, but Hero gave him a reassuring smile.
âDonât worry. We can just do something inside like go to a museum or a restaurant orââ
âThat coffee shop?â Sunny mumbled, quietly interrupting him. Heroâs brow furrowed. It took him a minute to remember that he had mentioned his favorite coffee shop to Sunny the last time he had talked to him on the phone. He hadnât realized that Sunny was so interested in going there. After all, he had always seemed so much more interested in grape soda than coffee or tea.
âSure. I can take you to a coffee shop,â Hero answered. âBut uhâŠLaylaâs is on the other side of townâway up by my school. Iâm sure thereâs a closer one.â
Blinking at him, Sunny frowned again, and Hero felt strangely guilty. He quickly added, âBut of course, itâs no trouble to drive up there. Itâs actually a really nice place. Itâs in this shopping center by the river and you can walk down by the water and see the Wilbertson bridge, but it wonât be the best view today since itâs so stormy and overcast.â He paused, sighed. âBut I guess we could go shopping there a little too, if there were any stores you wanted to go to. HonestlyâŠwherever you want to go, SunnyâIâm up for anything.â
Sunnyâs head tilted, almost imperceptibly. âLaylaâs is your favorite, right?â he asked in his quiet, matter-of-fact way, and Hero nodded.
âYeah, I go there all the timeâmostly to study and have tea. They have great coffee too, of course, and really delicious muffins and cookies.â
âIâd like to go there,â Sunny quietly interrupted, a subtle sign of his enthusiasm for the idea. A smile tugged at Heroâs mouth, and his expression softened.
âOkay. Sounds good to me! You about ready to head out, then?â
Sunny nodded again. Then followed Hero through the front door, locking it behind him. He didnât need to tell Hero that his mother was at work. His mother was always at work. Hero couldnât help but wonder if thatâs what he would become if left to his own devices. When he was Sunnyâs motherâs age, would he be throwing himself into his job to desperately avoid his grief? He wasnât sure he wanted to know the answer.
Hero shook his head, as if he could literally shake the thought away, and he fumbled with his car keys in his pocket as he and Sunny made their way out onto the street. As Sunny climbed into the passenger seat of his car, he glanced around with a thoughtful tilt of his head. âNice car,â he mumbled.
âThanks,â replied Hero, stifling a chuckle. It was probably the nicest compliment his old, beaten-up station wagon had ever gotten. Kel often referred to it as a âgrandpa carâ or, when it gave them any sort of trouble, a hunk of junk, though Hero liked to think his brother was just kidding about that. Truthfully, he was grateful to have a car. His dad and PapĂĄ Miguel had helped him fix it up, and though it had given him a little bit of trouble every now and again, it had run pretty well for the most part, probably impressively well considering how old it was. Heroâs brow furrowed, realizing it was very possible that Sunny had never actually seen his car before. He hadnât had his license when Sunny had isolated himself in his home four years ago and during his last few days in Faraway Town they had just walked everywhere. Heroâs brow furrowed as he started the engine. Was this really the first time he had driven Sunny anywhere?
It was a strange thought to haveâgiven how often he had driven Kel and, more recently, Aubrey around, but he supposed he had never really had the opportunity to drive Sunny anywhere. Now that they were both living in the city, however, that might change in the near future. This drive to Laylaâs was a decent start, after all, even if they ended up getting stuck in traffic.
When Hero agreed to drive Sunny across town, it hadnât really occurred to him to take traffic into account. After barely inching along through the streets downtown trying to make his way onto the highway, however, he realized he probably shouldâve given it more thought and perhaps, tried to find an alternate route. Hero sighed. He supposed it was too late for that now.
While stopped a red light, he glanced at Sunny who was staring almost wistfully out of the window. He didnât seem to mind. If anything, he seemed content, peaceful even, so Hero didnât want to disturb him with his apologies for traffic outside of his control. Instead, apart from a few small talk niceties about how Sunny had been settling in and about the stormy weather theyâd been having, their drive was mostly a comfortable silence. If Hero was being honest, he found it kind of refreshingâespecially after all those drives with Kel who often talked faster than Hero could keep up with. Sunny had always been a very quiet person, and Hero himself generally preferred to listen, so it made sense they wouldnât be talking for hours like he might have with Kel or with Mari, when she had been alive. Sunny had always preferred to do things with his friends rather than sit around talking to them. The group of them had spent hours upon hours playing at the park, having picnics, building sandcastles, jumping in puddles, making crafts and flower crowns, watching cartoons, and cooking and baking delicious food together. Even though he didnât talk much, Sunny always seemed happiest when he was spending time with his friends. It was one of the main reasons Hero wanted to visit him today. He hoped they could spend time together againâeven if they were just riding in silence in his car, listening to the low hum of the radio.
Hero paused. No, he thought, his brow furrowing. It wasnât just the hum of the radio. Sunny was humming along to the song, so quietly Hero almost couldnât hear him. He tilted his ear towards him, trying to make sure he wasnât just hearing things. But no, he was sure that was Sunnyâhumming along warmly if a bit inaudibly.
Curiously, Hero turned up the volume to the radio. But he stoppedârecoiling his hand as the other gripped even more tightly around the steering wheel.
Something ached in his chest as he suddenly remembered driving in the car with Mari, Sunny, and Kel what felt like a lifetime ago. He could hear Mariâs warm tinkly voice singing along, âSweet dreams 'til sun beams find you. Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you. But in your dreams, whatever they be, dream a little dream of me.â He could hear her teasing her little brother that this was one of his favorite songs, could see her poking him in the arm until he joined in, finally humming along with the music.
When was the last time Sunny had hummed? Hero didnât know, but, as his chest panged. He knew Mari would be happy to see him humming again, to see him enjoying music, enjoying life again. It made Hero happy too. Honestly, he wasnât even really aware of how much until he caught himself quietly singing along to the song, âDream a little dream of meâŠâ
He was truthfully a little embarrassed when he caught Sunny staring at him, blinking up at him with an unreadable expression as the song ended. He scratched the back of his neck with a light chuckle. âSorry, Iâm not the best singer.â
âThat was nice,â mumbled Sunny. âI like that song.â
âOh yeah?â Hero replied with a smile. âI didnât realize you were such a big Mama Cass fan. You know I have a few The Mamas & The Papas records youâre welcome to borrow. Theyâre all back home, but next time Iâm in Faraway Town, Iâll pick them up for you or, you know, maybe you can come back to visit with me. Iâm sure my parents would be happy to let you stay with us, and I know Kel, Aubrey, and Basil would love to see you.â
Sunny sighed. âYou really think so?â His delivery was monotone, unreadable, but something twisted in Heroâs chest all the same. It was no secret that ever since Sunny had told them the truth, he had been worried that his friends would never forgive him and would never talk to him again, and unlike with Basil who they could just visit in the hospital to reinforce the idea that they werenât going anywhere, Sunny had moved away and was isolated from them againâalone with his thoughts and his fears that they werenât ever coming back.
âYou cameâŠâ The words Sunny had first said to him when he arrived at the apartment echoed in Heroâs head, and they broke his heart. Had that really been what he meant? Had he really been worried that Hero wouldnât come? Hero sighed heavily, running his hand through his unruly hair. He was truly at a loss here, just as he had been with Basil. He cared about Sunny and Basil as if they were his own little brothers, and truly there was nothing either of them could do that could ever change that. No matter how intense, painful, and complicated the feelings he had towards the truth were, there were some things in life that were and would always be stronger.
Hero just wasnât sure what he could possibly say that would convince them of that, besides reassuring them time and time again that, âOf course, Sunny. Everyone cares about youâmisses you. Theyâd love to see you.â
Sunny pursed his lips together and stared down at his hands, but he nodded curtly. âOkay.â He paused. âI should have a fall break, I think.â
Heroâs smile brightened. âMe too. Weâll have to see if they line up or maybe we can just go for a three-day weekend sometime. And I talked to Kel about maybe coming to visit here too. He said he might have a tournament in the city when basketball season starts up againâyouâd like to see that wouldnât you, Sunny?â
Sunny nodded with an almost inaudible hum, and Hero chuckled. He supposed Sunny had never really gotten to see Kel play basketball beforeâat least not in an organized league or anything. A few times in Faraway Park of course, or playing around with the hoop that had once been in their yard and now was in the street in front of their parentsâ house, but Kel had gotten so much better since then and was truly an impressive athlete, though Hero supposed that may just be his biased opinion seeing as he was his proud older brother who, himself, had the coordination and athletic prowess of a brick wall.
Hero sighed. If he didnât need his morning jogs to stay sane, he probably wouldnât be very physically active at allâchoosing instead to lock himself in his room and study, but it had actually been Kel who had inspired him to take up running in the first place, after insisting that exercise always helped him feel better. At the time, Hero had been so desperate for any relief that he likely would have tried anything, even though he was certainly skeptical at first. Still, Kel had been right. He felt his best after a runâfelt a mental clarity, an increase of energy, and almost a sense of ease as if that storm of negative emotions and misery inside of him somehow lost part of its edge. And, of course, the more he learned about endorphins, the more this started to make actual, scientific sense. He craved those runsâclung to them like a lifeline. At his worst, he'd go on several a dayâconvinced they were the only thing standing between him and complete mental collapse. He was so desperate that heâd often even run in inclement weatherâsnow, sleet, and, more often than not, rainy days just like this. It was just one of the many reasons he didnât care for them very much.
Hero sighed as raindrops began to beat against his windshieldâspit out of the sky in random bursts before stopping again. Even though it wasnât a steady downpour yet, it surely would be soon. Heâd have to dig out his umbrella from under the seat when he parked the car so Sunny wouldnât have to walk around in the rain.
By the time they crossed the Stanley Wilbertson Bridge, however, the spurts of rain had let up againâleaving the sky damp and overcast and shallow puddles around the Riverfront Center parking lot. Despite the rain, it was surprisingly busy today. Hero wondered if some of the shops were having end of summer sales events.
Whatever the reason for it, there was no parking in front of Laylaâs, and Hero turned to Sunny with an apologetic shrug of his shoulders. âWeâre going to have to park farther away. Is that okay?â
Sunny nodded. He didnât seem to mind too much when Hero finally found a parking space in front of a mattress store several shops away from the coffee place they were headed. âHold on, Sunny,â Hero gently insisted as he turned off the engine. âI have an umbrella.â Hero got out of the car and crawled into the backseat, digging under the driverâs seat for his umbrella which he eventually held out to Sunny with a somewhat triumphant smile.
Sunny tilted his head at it almost curiously, and Heroâs brow furrowed. Was there something wrong with it? It was just a boring old umbrella. Nothing fun or exciting about it like the bright pink one Aubrey had had when they were kids or Basilâs green one or Kelâs orange one orâHeroâs chest pangedâMariâs purple umbrella, the one that matched her beloved rainboots. Now that he was thinking of it, he had never actually had a colorful umbrella before. His parents had offered to get him a blue one when they had gotten Kelâs orange umbrella, since it was his favorite color, but Sunny had had a blue umbrella at the time and Hero was worried they would get mixed up or confused somehow and he didnât want to cause any sort of trouble or confusion, so he had opted for a standard black one. It had held up pretty well, he supposed, considering he still carried it around in his car after all these years. He honestly had no idea where Kelâs orange umbrella was. They had been wondering if theyâd stumble upon it again while going through all those old boxes over the summer, but it was nowhere to be found. He wondered if Aubrey had her pink one or Basil had his green one. Did Sunny still have his blue umbrella? And what had happened to Mariâs purple one after she had passed awayâŠ? Hero shut his eyes and took a deep breath. Heâd give anything to see it againâto hear her squeaky rainboots clip-clopping along the sidewalk, splashing him with water as she giggled and jumped in puddles. Mari had loved rainy days. Hero wished he did. After all, every day without her was rainy and there was no umbrellaâcolorful or notâthat could ever weather that storm.
With a heavy sigh, Hero pushed the thought away then turned to Sunny with a smile. âCan you hold onto that, Sunny? Itâll probably start raining again pretty soon, and we parked so far awayâI donât want you to have to get drenched walking all the way back here.â
Sunny nodded, slipping his wrist through the loop at the end of the umbrellaâs handle. He swung it a little as they walked through the parking lot, up onto the cobble-stoned walkways of the shopping center. The riverfront area, where the University of Somewhere City was located, was a particularly ritzy part of town, and Riverfront Center certainly reflected thatâwith fancy stone facades on the shops and patterned pathways. There was even a large fountain in the middle of the shopping center, near a small amphitheater where they sometimes had live music when the weather was nice. There were also walkways down by the river which couldnât really be seen in this fog, and the glistening steel and bright lights on the nearby Wilbertson bridge. The shopping center was always pristinely clean and bustling with people skittering in and out of fancy boutique shops for brands Hero had never even heard of before, having grown up modestly in the suburbs. He sometimes felt a little out of place amongst the opulence, but he had never been made to feel unwelcomed. His favorite place in the whole shopping center was, of course, Laylaâs: a small, privately-owned coffee house that, at least in his experience, was much quieter and, therefore, more conducive to studying than the more chaotic and rowdy coffee shops closer to campus. He hoped Sunny would like itâwould find it a pleasant and peaceful place as he had.
As he turned to head towards the coffee shop, however, he felt a light tug on his sleeve. Curiously, he turned to Sunny who pointed to the large shop to their right and the sign above the doorway that read âSweet Dreamsâ in swirly, cloud letters followed by much smaller cursive âMattresses and Bedding, Co.â Â
Heroâs brow furrowed. âYouâŠwant to go in the mattress store?â he asked somewhat confusedly. Sunny nodded emphatically.
Hero stifled a light chuckle, but he scratched the back of his neck with a shrug. âOkayâŠâ
Sunny practically sprinted into the store, leaving Hero whirling a little before he finally got his bearings and followed him through the jingly doorway. Hero blinked. It was just like any other mattress store, he supposed with beds made up all over the shop. He supposed the fact they had a few made beds against the far wall was a little different, but the sign had read âmattresses and bedding, co.â so he supposed it made sense. His brow furrowed as he looked for Sunny amidst the shoppers, mattresses, and aisles of sheets, blankets, duvets, and throw pillows. It was a relatively large store compared to the boutique shops in this shopping center, but Hero could still see the back wall in the distance. Thereâs no way Sunny could have possibly disappeared in hereâŠright?
Heroâs hands began to tremble. He could hear Mariâs warnings about Sunnyâs tendency to wander off echoing in his headâthough that had been back when Sunny was five. He was sixteen now. Surely, he wasnât going to get lost in a mattress storeâŠ
After combing through aisles with no sign of him, however, Hero began to get worried. âSunnyâŠâ he quietly whispered, trying not to draw too much attention to himself or disrupt any shoppers. âSunny, where are you?â
Finally, as he turned out of an aisle of king-sized sheet sets, he sighed in relief, finding Sunny lying down with his eye closed on one of the made beds pressed up against a wall. Heroâs face flushed. Could he do that? He wasnât really sure you were supposed to.
âUhâŠSunnyâŠ?â he awkwardly stumbled.
Sunnyâs eye fluttered open, and he blinked at him before he mumbled, â6 out of 10.â
âWhâwhat?â
âThis is a 6 out of 10,â he repeated, patting the floral duvet with his hand. Then he pointed to another bed nearby with striped bedding. âThat oneâs a 6 out of 10 too.â Then at another covered in messy throw pillows. âBut that oneâs only a 5 out of 10âitâs too soft.â
Hero tilted his head in confusion. âAre youâŠuhâŠrating the beds in the mattress store?â
Sunny nodded. âItâs one of my hobbies.â
âOh wellâŠuhâŠâ Hero stumbled. He wasnât entirely sure what to say to that, but he supposed it was good Sunny had hobbies again so he somehow managed a smile. âThatâs nice, but uhâŠâ He bit his lip as he caught one of the store employees staring at them in blinking confusion. âI really donât think youâre supposed to lay on these beds. Theyâre just for show.â
âBut itâs a mattress store,â Sunny insistedâdry, matter-of-fact. âHow will you know the quality if you donât test it out?â
âWellâŠI think you can probably test the mattresses over thereââhe pointed to the unmade bedsââBut this is for bedding, so I think these mattresses are kind of like mannequins.â
Sunny blinked at him. âDonât you want to test bedding before you buy it too?â
Hero shrugged. He supposed he couldnât argue with that logic, but he decided it would probably be best to change the subject. âAre you looking for new bedding, Sunny?â
Sunnyâs shoulders twitched. âMaybe, but my bed is a 10 out of 10.â He paused, then turned to Hero. âYou? Whatâd your bed at college like?â
âUhâŠYou mean what would I rate it?â Sunny nodded, and Hero ran his hand through his hair. He had never really thought about it before, but truthfully, it was pretty uncomfortable. He supposed his university had more important things to spend money on than mattresses in student housing, so it had never really bothered him. He generously rated it, âUmâŠI guess a four or five maybe?â
Frowning, Sunny shook his head slightly. âThatâs awful. You deserve at least an 8 out of 10.â
Hero chuckled awkwardly, but he shrugged. âIâm not sure thatâs possible in on-campus housing. Maybe if I got an apartment or joined a fraternity or somethingâŠâ
âCan you do that?â asked Sunny, cutting him off. âYour sleep is important.â
Heroâs expression softened. âDonât worry Sunny. I get plenty of sleep,â he gently insisted. He decided it was probably best not to mention to Sunny that his friend, Kyle, had been pestering him all summer to join his fraternity in the new pledge term. He wasnât sure what their mattresses were like there, but it wouldnât surprise him if they were more comfortable than the ones they had in the dorms. But of course, Hero thought with a sigh, that was a very low bar.
Sunny simply blinked at him, but he didnât say anything more. Hero wondered if he had used up all of his words, but as Sunny strolled through the store aisles, reaching out his hands to pat the mattresses, pillows, or beddings, he would mumble quietly, â5 out of 10,â â7 out of 10,â or â3 out of 10.â Hero had listened curiouslyâtrying to figure out what rating criteria Sunny had been using. When he finally declared a mattress was a â9 out of 10,â Hero had impulsively reached out to touch it himselfânot even really realizing what he had done until he watched his hand sinking into the soft foam.
âItâs polyurethane,â muttered Sunny with a twitch of an impressed smile.
âWow. You really know a lot about this, Sunny.â Hero chuckled tilting his head towards the âHelp Wantedâ sign in the front window near the door to the store. âLooks like theyâre hiring. Maybe you can come work here someday.â
Sunny stared at him then at the window thoughtfully before he nodded.
âAre you ready to go?â asked Hero before he opened the door for Sunny. He didnât want to rush him, but he was pretty sure he had rated everything in the store at this point so he wasnât sure there was much left to do there. Sunny, it seemed, agreed with himânodding his head and following him back outside.
As they made their way, once again, across the cobbled-stone walkway towards the coffee shop, Hero looked up at the sky. It was much darker than it had been before they had gone into the mattress store, but the rain seemed to be holding offâat least for now. It mustâve been perfect timing, however, because as soon as they shuffled through the jingly door into Laylaâs the sky started spitting water again. The sprinkling rain beat against the coffee shop windows, making the place seem even more cozy and warm with its bright yellow walls and plush, mismatched furniture. As they walked up to the counter, a friendly barista took their orderâearl grey tea for Hero and a caramel latte for Sunny, who had always had a bit of sweet tooth.
âThereâs not a tea shop you can go toâŠ?â Sunny teasedâdry and deadpan, but Hero laughed as he took his cup of tea from the counter.
âI havenât found one yet,â he answered with a shrug. âAnd I donât mind coffee. I donât love it as much as Kel butâŠâ
âNobody loves coffee as much as Kel,â Sunny interrupted, the slightest twitch of a smile in the corners of his mouth before he took a sip of his latte.
Hero shrugged his shoulders again. âYouâre probably right about that. Weâll have to come back here with him someday. Heâll love it.â
âDo they have Orange Joe?â
Hero laughed. âI donât think so. Not a lot of places carry Orange Joe anymore.â
âGood,â Sunny mumbled into his coffee, and Hero snorted a laugh behind his handâfeeling somewhat guilty for poking fun at Kelâs favorite drink of all-time.
As they took their seats at a nearby table, Hero asked, âSo what do you think of your coffee?â
Sunny shrugged. âItâs okayâbetter than Orange Joe.â
A smile tugged at Heroâs mouth. He supposed that wasnât all that difficult of an achievement. He stifled another laugh thinking of what Aubrey might have said if she was hereâsome dry quip about how even pond scum would taste better than Orange Joe. And then, of course, she and Kel would probably bicker like the old days and Basil would start fidgeting and kindly ask them not to fight and Sunny would thoughtfully watch everything unfold with blinking eyes until he started zoning out again. And MariâŠ
Hero stopped himself before he could even finish that thought. His insides twisted. He supposed there was really no point in thinking of what Mari would have done. Kel and Aubrey might bicker with each other again. Basil might stress over his friendsâ conflict again. And Sunny might observe and might zone out into his own little world again. But MariâŠMari would never get to do anything again. Even if they all stuck togetherâstarting hanging out again like the old days, there would always be something missing, something palpably different than before. Even now, just sitting in the coffee shop, Heroâs eyes lingered on the empty seat at their table. He could imagine Mari sitting thereâgiggling as she sipped her cup of coffee or tea, playfully nudging Sunny in the arm or shyly reaching for Heroâs hand under the table. His chest ached, and he looked away abruptly, staring intently at the clouds in his cup of tea.
He supposed he should have prepared for thisâprepared to have been so reminded of her. After all, Sunny was her brother. He could see her in the way he tilted his head when he was thinking, in the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth, in the wistful, dreamlike innocence in his eyes. Hero supposed he had never really noticed or appreciated their similarities until after Mari was gone. He wondered if that was something Sunny noticed about himselfâsomething that made it painful for him to look into the mirror, but he would never want to cross any boundaries and ask.
The truth was Sunny was his own person, and he was and had always been his friendâanother little brother, just like Kel, in his mind. Mari had always used to say that was good thingâteased him that he wouldnât have to adjust to having Sunny as a brother if they married one day when they grew up. But even now when that could never happen, even now when Mari was gone, they were still family. Sunny would always be a brother to him, and Hero would always take care of him.
But he never imagined there would come a day when it would be just the two of them sitting alone in a coffee shop with a painfully empty space between themâŠAnd the truth of that was hard to accept.
Hero cleared his throatâtrying his best to pull himself out of his deep introspection, but before he could say anything, he felt Sunny tugging on his sleeve. His brow furrowed. âYeah, Sunny?â
Sunny tilted his head towards the giggling barista and the tall, blonde man who was leaning over the counter on his elbows, presumably, to chat with her as she handed him his coffee. He winked at her but waved at Sunny and Hero.
âDo you know that guy? Heâs been waving at us,â mumbled Sunny, and Hero nodded.
âYeah, thatâs Kyle. Heâs a sports medicine major so we have a lot of classes together.â
âHey, Mama!â Kyle exclaimed with a warm laugh and a wide smile as he headed over towards their table with his coffee. âWhat are you doing here?â
Hero chuckled, a little in spite of himself at the nickname Kyle had given him months ago. He really hadnât expected it to stick as long as it had. âHi Kyle. How are you?â
âLiving the dream,â he chuckled as his grin widened and he leaned his elbows on their table, pushing his curtain bangs out of his eyes. It seemed like every time Hero saw Kyle, he looked more and more like he belonged in a boybandâwith his preppy clothes, curtain-bangs haircut, and a watch Hero was pretty sure was more expensive than his parentsâ TV. He supposed it was a look that suited Kyle given the fact that he was extraordinarily wealthy, very charismatic, and, as Hero had been told by many drunk girls, âconventionally attractiveâ given his broad-shoulders, high-cheekbones, and somewhat playfully boyish smile which seemed almost excessively bright today in contrast to the tan he must have gotten over the Summer spent on private beaches in Italy.
Hero stifled a laugh as he could have almost sworn he heard Sunny mumble, âShinyâŠâ
Kyle mustâve heard something too as he turned to him with a curious tilt of his head and held out his hand for a handshake. âOh hey. I donât think weâve met. Iâm Kyle.â
âSunny.â
Sunny answered so quietly that Hero wasnât sure Kyle had heard him, so he politely added, âSunnyâs an old friend of mine from back home in Faraway Town where I grew up. He just moved to the city, so Iâve been showing him around.â
Shaking his head, Kyle snorted a laugh before he teased, âYouâre showing him around, and you bring him to Laylaâs? Youâre such a grandpa.â He paused, laughing again, and Hero sighed with a somewhat helpless shrug of his shoulders before Kyle patted him on the back. âIâm just messinâ with you,â he chuckled before turning to Sunny with a smile. âItâs nice to meet ya, Sunny. You know, Iâve never met any friends of Mamaâs from back home, except Brandi, and sheâsââ
âIntimidating,â mumbled Sunny. Kyle mustâve caught that at least, because he burst into raucous laughter.
âExactly! See you get it,â he laughed, motioning to Sunny with his hand. âI mean, donât get me wrong, Brandiâs gorgeous, wicked smart, and if Iâm ever arrested I really hope sheâll be my lawyer, but sheâs got teeth, man.â
Sunny nodded emphatically in agreement, but Hero just shook his headâpressing his palm to his forehead.
Kyleâs laugh wavered a little. âSheâs not right behind me, is she? You know I love you, Brandi,â he teasingly declared to the universe, before he laughed again. âReal talk, Brandiâs greatâa fine girlâŠwhat a good wife she would be.â He paused with a cheeky smile, seemingly amused by his own jokes and references to old songs that, before this moment, Hero wouldnât have guessed Kyle even knew, before he quickly added, âNot for me though âcause I donât wanna die. But totally for someone elseâlike Mama maybe, if he ever decides he doesnât want to be a monk anymore.â
Heroâs face flushed. He and Brandi were just friends, and he was not interested in  a relationship with anyone. He couldnât beâwouldnât be, not anymore, not since Mari⊠He stopped and swallowed hard. He supposed there was no way Kyle would know that, and given how important his relationships were to him, he doubted he would understand why Hero didnât want one, even if he tried his best to explain. He knew Kyleâs teasing stemmed from a good placeâit was fun, good-natured, and non-malicious. He also knew, or at least liked to think heâd stop if he told him the whole story, but it wasnât something he was particularly comfortable talking about with even the people closest to him, he couldnât imagine ever telling an acquaintance from school about it.
After all, he barely even knew Kyle and was sure Kyle knew even less about him. He liked him well enough when they had quite a few classes together seeing as he was a sports medicine major and Hero was pre-med, and he thought he was friendly, funny, and personable. They had studied together a few times, and Kyle had invited him to some of his frat parties and sent him a postcard all the way from Italy. Hero supposed that, of course, he considered him a friend, just not a close one. The fact he had thrown up in the back of his car a couple of times while plastered didnât quite make them âshare-about-the-time-your girlfriend-died-in-an-accident-when-you-were-15-and-now-youâre-convinced-youâre-never-gonna-love-againâ kind of friends. Hero sighed. He wasnât sure those type of friends even existed, and even if he did, knowing himself and how worried he was about dumping his problems onto other people, he probably wouldnât tell them about Mari anyway.
âTell me, Sunny,â teased Kyle. âHas Hero ever actually had a girlfriend or has he always been like this?â
Sunny turned to himâblinking at him with an unreadable expression that made Heroâs stomach coil guilty and uncomfortable. His face flushed. He had no idea what Sunny was thinkingâif he was worrying he had been purposely trying to forget Mari or treating his relationship with her like some big secret. Biting his lip, he swallowed hard, realizing he couldnât really address this right now.
âKyleâŠâ he began, hoping heâd think of something to say to change the subject when he paused, noticing the way Kyle shifted his weight to one side, how he tightened his grip on the edge of table, how his leg wobbled ever so slightly. âIs your knee bothering you?â
Kyle quirked an eyebrow at him, before he chuckled. âHow do you always know that?â
That question had an easy answer, but it wasnât one Kyle would ever get to know. Sunny knew, however, and he turned to Kyle immediately, blinking at him intently as he waited for him to actually answer the question.
âYouâre gonna be a great doctor, Mama,â Kyle teased with a good-natured smile. âBut you worry way too much about that. Itâs fine. I was at this crazy party last night, and it kinda gave out on me when I was doing the electric slide. It hurt something awful this morning and I couldnât find my braceââhe huffedââI can never find that freaking thing when I need it, but itâs no big dealânothing compared to this hangover.â
âYou have a bad kneeâŠâ Sunny observed quietly. His tone was so flat as usual that it was impossible to tell if he meant it as a question or not.
Kyle sighed, rolling his eyes at Hero. âNow youâve gone and worried, Sunny. Itâs okay,â he insisted with a pointed look at Hero, but his face softened when he met Sunnyâs wide, blinking eye, and he gave him a reassuring smile. âI got injured playing football a few years agoâhad a bunch of surgeries, was on crutches forever, but after a ton of physical therapy, itâs fine now. I mean, I wonât ever play again, but I can walk and stuff.â Kyle sighed, ruffling his hand through his hair. âI mean, it gives out on me sometimes, but itâs fine. Mama acts like itâs gonna kill me.â
Heroâs face flushed red. He bit his lip, staring down at the table, unable to look at the expression on Sunnyâs face. He could only imagineâŠ
He swallowed hard. Trying not to think about it.
âYou should still be careful,â Sunny saidâquiet but emphatic, before he motioned to the empty chair at their table. âDo you want to sit down?â
âOh, I donât want to impose or anything.â
âItâs okay,â Hero gently insisted, after Sunny gave him a pointed tilt of his head and an emphatic nod. âWhy donât you just rest a little bitâget the weight off that knee?â
Shrugging his shoulders, Kyle playfully rolled his eyes then let out a breathy laugh, âIf you insist, I guessâŠâ he teased though Hero could tell he was kind of relieved to be able to sit down. âYou know, you should consider sports medicine too, if youâre that interested. Itâs why I wanna be a physical therapist, but you wouldnât have to do thatâyou could do PM&R or something and still be a M.D., if youâre so set on being a doctor.â He paused, glancing over at Sunny. âWhat do you want to do, Sunny? You in college yet?â
Sunny shook his head. âNo. But I think Iâd like to work at the mattress store. Hero suggested it.â
âOh yeah? That sounds cool. I donât know much about mattresses, honestly, but I just got one of those Swedish memory foam ones andââ
âYou have a high-density viscoelastic polyurethane mattress?â Sunny interruptedâswiftly and at a normal volume as his face seemed to light up. Hero could only blink at him, wondering when he had last seen Sunny so excited. Kyle, it seemed, could only blink at him too, though he seemed confused.
âUhâŠI donât know what any of that means,â he admitted with a light chuckle and somewhat sheepish grin. âBut itâs pretty cool, I guessâreally soft.â
âIs it an 11 out of 10? Iâve always thought it would be an 11 out of 10, but Iâve never actually seen one in person.â
Kyle shrugged. âWell I guess you can see mine sometime. I donât mind.â Kyleâs smile widened. âIf you help me convince Mama to join my fraternity, you can come over to visit him.â
Thoughtfully pursing his lips, Sunny blinked at him before he asked, âIf Hero joins your fraternity, will he get a high-density viscoelastic polyurethane mattress?â
âSunny,â Hero gently interrupted, his face flushing in embarrassment, but Kyle didnât seem to mind and Sunny didnât seem to notice as he continued.
âHe says the bed in his dorm is only a 4 out of 10. He deserves at least an 8 out of 10.â
âWell yeah, of course. Those dorm beds suck,â agreed Kyle with a nod, but he tilted his head to the side. âHonestly, I dunno how Iâd rate the beds at the fraternity house, but theyâre definitely better. If one of those Swedish mattresses will get Hero to join, though, then he can totally have mine or maybe I can ask my dad to get him one or something.â
âYou really donât have to do that,â Hero insisted somewhat flustered, but Kyle just waved his hand at him dismissively.
âItâs no problem. Iâm a trust-fund baby. My parents buy me stuff to make up for the fact theyâre never around, and they love it when I make responsible friends.â Kyle laughed, practically beamed at them with a bright teasing smile. Hero sighed. He made jokes like this all the time, but Hero had never thought they were funny. âThey did not like my old roommate at all. He was a fun guyâreally knew how to party, but he partied a little too hard I guess, got a girl pregnant and now lives in off-campus housing with her. My parents have really been on me to find a new roommate that wonât do that, and I immediately thought of you.â Chuckling, he patted Hero on the back. âNot that I wouldnât be totally on board if you wanted to get a girlfriend or something, justâŠI think youâd be more responsible and Brandi says youâre not even gonna hold hands âtil youâre married soâŠâ
Heroâs cheeks grew warm, and he buried his face in his hands. He honestly kind of took it as a compliment, but he was mortified Sunny had to hear all of this. âKyleâŠâ he sighed heavily, though he wasnât even sure what to say. Ultimately, he decided on a dry, âI think Iâll leave the relationship stuff to you.â
Kyle laughed. âThanks. Not sure I could compete with you really. I swear girls think youâre some kind of prince charming or something.â
âHeâs universally loved,â mumbled Sunny, and Heroâs face flushed. He never could take a good compliment.
âYou can say that again,â chuckled Kyle with a nod of agreement. âIf you ever change your mind about the whole monk thing, I can totally set you up.â
Hero sighed, but he somehow managed, âThanks, Kyle, but Iâm good.â
âSuit yourself,â he replied with a shrug before taking a drink of his coffee. As he twisted the cup around in his hands, his smile widened. âWell Iâm glad Iâm not a monk âcause it looks like Iâve got a date this weekend with a barista.â He pointed to the phone number carefully scrawled across the sleeve of his coffee cup before glancing over his shoulder and winking at the giggly barista again. âHer nameâs Kristin. She likes dogs and macchiatos, goes to our school, and is an English major.â
Hero tilted his head. He was honestly kind of impressed Kyle had managed to learn so much about the barista in such a short conversation.
âAnd sheâs super cute too, donât you think?â Kyle asked with a playful click of his tongue.
Sunny nodded in agreement. âShe has pretty eyes.â
Heroâs brow furrowed, and he bit his lipâwracking his brain, trying to remember what color eyes the barista had even had. As he stared awkwardly at his hands, he was forced to accept that he just honestly didnât know and, truthfully, he could barely even call to mind a vague image of how she looked. He fidgeted in his seatâguilty and awkward, fighting the temptation to glance at her over his shoulder to remind himself what she had looked like. But the truth wasâŠit wouldnât make a difference. He hadnât noticedâhonestly, he never really noticed anyoneâs attractiveness anymore. He struggled to call to mind the features of their faces, their physical attributes, or even the color of their eyes. It wasnât a conscious thing or something he specifically avoided, but it just didnât register with himâalmost as if, even now, he just couldnât see anyone but Mari.
It truthfully made him feel a bit guilty, especially in cases like these when he was sure the barista truly was lovely. It seemed wrong not to have noticed or appreciated how pretty she was. But the more he thought about it, the more he thought it was probably a good thing. After all, he was terrified if he looked at someone else too long, heâd just start wishing she was Mari instead. And that wouldnât be fair, to any of them.
For Kyleâs sake, however, he managed a slight twitch of a smile and a quiet, âYeah, she seems really nice.â
Kyle laughed again, but his bright, toothy grin widened. Before he could say anything more, however, there was a repetitive, melodious beeping noise. Sunny perked up in surpriseâblinking as Kyle pulled a cellphone out of his pocket. They werenât particularly common in Faraway Town to begin with, and with Sunny having been isolated in his house for four years, Hero wasnât entirely sure if he had ever actually seen one in person before. He didnât want to embarrass Sunny by drawing attention to that, however, so he just sat back quietly and watched as Sunnyâs eye widened while Kyle quickly and somewhat apologetically waved his hand at them with a swift, âHold on, just a secâIâve got to take thisâ and pressed the phone to his ear.
âHelloââ He paused, then huffed. âZuzu, where the hell are you?â There was another pause, followed by Kyle rolling his eyes and shaking his head. Hero turned away, trying his best not to eavesdrop on Kyleâs conversation, but that was easier said than done when Kyle loudly exclaimed, âI thought they broke upâŠ!â He ran his hand through his hair. âWell tell her if sheâs that desperate for a boyfriend, Iâll date her.â
Kyle stopped, trying and failing to stifle a laugh that came out as more of snort, before he scolded, âThatâs not funny.â He twisted his mouth to the side. âI donât care if itâs trueâitâs not funny.â
Hero tried his best to turn to his attention back to his cup of tea, but it was empty now. He fidgeted in his seatâfeeling awkward as if he had intruded on something he shouldnât have. Sunny, however, was positively enrapturedâcuriously watching Kyle as he continued his conversation. Kyle didnât seem to mind thisâturning to smile at them with a light chuckle.
âItâs fine,â he finally said to the person on the other line. âI actually ran into some friends. You remember Mama, rightâthe guy I told you about? Heâs basically a grandpa, like youâboring, responsible, studies all the time. Heâs gonna be a doctor⊠And he can cook and he uses fabric softenerââ
Hero twisted his hands. It was strange and somewhat embarrassing to think of Kyle talking about him to strangers, even if what he was saying was nice. It certainly wasnât something he thought he should be listening to.
âThatâs so mean!â Kyle exclaimed with scoff. âYou know, if you ever do meet, youâre gonna feel so bad about saying that because, Iâm tellinâ you, heâs like a literal saint.â He pausedâhis nose wrinkling as his frowned, but he emphatically insisted, âI am not trying to set you up! But it would totally do both of you some goodâŠâ As Kyle  teasingly shook his head, Hero could have sworn he shot him a playfully pointed look. His face flushedâblushing even more red when he realized Sunny was sitting right there. âWhen was the last time that youâhey! Donât hang up on me!â He paused, pouting, and Hero sighed in relief. âWell tell the Admiral, Iâll pay for more minutesââhe sighed with a conceding shake of his headââFine. Iâll see you soon... Ciao!â
Shaking his head, Kyle clicked the phone off then turned to Hero and Sunny with a shrug of his shoulders. âSorry about that. My friends are parking. Theyâll be here in a few minutes.â
âOh wellâŠwe should probably get going. We wouldnât want to intrude,â said Hero, but Kyle just waved his hand.
âYouâre welcome to stick around,â Kyle insisted. âYouâve never gotten to meet Zuzu before, âcause, you know, sheâs boring and doesnât party.â He chuckled before he poked Hero in the arm. âKinda like you actually. You know, you guys have a lot in commonâI bet you would be friends.â
Hero sighed. Kyle had been telling him this for months now and, just like the girl on the other end of his phone call, Hero had also suspected that he was trying to set them up which was definitely not something he wanted. Truthfully, he had been avoiding meeting her on purpose, for this reason, because he didnât want to make things awkward or give her the wrong impression or, he supposed, encourage Kyle to keep doing things like this. Heâd be better off with Kyle thinking he actually wanted to be a monk, just so he could avoid the discomfort and awkwardness of him trying to set him up with his friends.
Hero sighed. He knew Kyle was well-meaning, and to be perfectly fair, from all accounts, his friend Zuzu sounded like a lovely and very accomplished person. She was the salutatorian of their extremely competitive private high school and was now studying civil engineering on a full-ride scholarship. Kyle said she was witty, spunky, responsible, and self-assured. He joked he couldnât understand what she was saying half the time and she had absolutely no patience for any of his antics, but he swore she was often the only thing standing between him and an extremely stupid and reckless decision that could ruin his life. As guilty as Hero felt thinking about it, he had always wondered how such wildly different people could have become friends in the first place. But he supposed it was none of his business.
âWhy donât you stick aroundâjust for a little while?â Kyle asked, pulling Hero out of his thoughts. He sighed heavily. He didnât want to argue. In any other scenario, heâd likely acquiesce, but Sunny⊠Hero glanced over at him nowâblinking with his usual blank expression. He didnât want Sunny to have to have to see that. It was bad enough that he had to sit there and listen to Kyle make all those jokes about Heroâs love life or lack thereof. He didnât even want to imagine what heâd think if Kyle actually tried to set him up with a girl in front of himâhow disrespectful that would be to Mari, as if she was in any way replaceable.
Heroâs chest ached, and he swallowed hard. He steeled himself with a shaky breath and tried his best to be nonchalant as he forced a smile. âThanks, Kyle, but Sunny lives across town, and I really need to be getting him home. His mom will be worried.â
Shrugging his shoulders, Kyle chuckled, but he threw up his hands and conceded, âAlright fine. Next time then.â He turned to Sunny with a smile. âIt was nice meeting you, Sunny. Help me get Hero to join my frat, so we can see each other again. Iâll look into that mattress stuff tooâwhatâs it called again?â
âA high-density viscoelastic polyurethane mattress,â Sunny answered with a emphatic nod.
âGotcha.â Kyle laughed, then patted Hero on the back as he stood up from his seat at the table. âIf I get you one of these, youâre gonna join, right?â
Heroâs sighedâsheepishly scratching the back of his neck. âKyleâŠIâIâll think about it.â
âSweet!â exclaimed Kyle waving his fist excitedly in the air. âPledge week is coming up. Iâll send you the details, okay?â
âOkay,â sighed Hero, but a slight smile tugged at his mouth. âSee you around, Kyle.â
As Kyle waved goodbye to them, Sunny and Hero stacked their dishes on the designated counter, threw away their trash, then made their way to the door of the coffee shop. Hero felt Sunny tugging on his sleeveâstopping him before he walked out into the now pouring rain. Glancing out at the rain pelting against the windows, Hero sighed heavily. What had been light sprinkles when they had arrived had somehow quickly become a torrential downpour. Sunny held up the black umbrella Hero had given him earlier, and Hero nodded at him with a smile.
âGood idea, Sunny,â he said. Sunny began to fidget with the umbrella in his hands, but since there was very little room in Laylaâs cramped and crowded entryway, Hero stepped out into the rain, holding the door for Sunny so he could open the umbrella as he walked out onto the sidewalk. Within moments, he could feel the rainwater seeping into his shirt and his hairâdripping down into his face. He wiped his hand across his eyesâtrying to clear away at least some of the excess water before he closed the door. When he looked up, he caught sight of two young ladies scurrying towards the coffee shop under a red umbrella. He shifted behind the door again, holding it open for them. It was the polite thing to do and besides, he was already wet.
One of the girls giggled a bubbly, âThank youâ as she ducked inside.
While the other quipped dryly, âWhat do you knowâchivalry isnât dead.â
Hero chuckled lightly, before he could stop himself, and tried to stifle his laugh with his hand since the delivery was so dry and deadpan, he wasnât sure she was trying to be funny. Even so, it must have caught her attention. She shifted the red umbrella in her hands so she could look over her shoulder, smiling at him with bright green eyes.
âThank you,â she said with a tilt of her head before she waved her hand, closed her dripping umbrella, and gave it a few shakes on the sidewalk for good measure.
âYouâre welcome,â he answered as she finally disappeared through the doorway,
Hero could have sworn he heard her companion excitedly whispering between bursts of giggles, âWho is that? Heâs so cute. We should talk to him.â
âLorraine,â scolded the girl with the red umbrella, sounding thoroughly unamused. âHeâs leaving, and he can probably hear you.â
âOh let him,â huffed the other girl. âIf heâs that good looking, he has to know it already.â
Hero blushed. He could feel the tips of his ears begin to burn. It was only then that he realized he was still standing thereâeavesdropping on strangersâ conversations. Ruffling his hand through his damp hair, he looked up above his head, noticing the black umbrella Sunny was holding out to him.
âThanks, Sunny,â mumbled Hero, his cheeks warm as he watched his shuffling feet on the sidewalk. He finally closed the door to Laylaâs which jingled shut behind him and scratched the back of his neck with an awkward chuckle, âSorry. Guess I zoned out there for a second.â
âThatâs okay,â Sunny gently insisted with a nod. âYou can stay with your friends if you want.â
Hero shook his head quickly, huddling next to Sunny under the umbrella as they took off down the walkway towards the mattress store and the place they had parked. âYou know, Sunny, itâs fine. I donât really know Kyleâs friends, and even if I did, I wouldnât want to intrude.â He paused, smiled. âBesides, today is about me spending time with you.â
Sunny blinked at him. âBut if you met Kyleâs friends, they could be your friends too, right?â
His face flushing, Hero pursed his lips together, but he managed a hum. âYeahâŠIâm sure they would be.â
âKel says that if you make friends with someone whoâs really friendly then they can introduce you to all their friends and then youâll have a lot of friends.â
âThatâs really good advice,â Hero replied with a slight smile, but he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, feeling suddenly self-conscious. Had he worried Sunny somehow? His face flushed. He couldnât stand the idea of people worrying about him. âLook, uhâŠSunnyâŠis this about what I said at Basilâs house about how Iâve been so busy studying that I havenât made a lot of friends at school yet?â
Sunny blinked at him blanklyâhis expression as unreadable as usual, but the fact that he didnât say ânoâ made Hero fidget with his hands. âIf you joined Kyleâs fraternity, you could study and make friends at the same time because your friends would live in your house.â
âI uhâŠsuppose thatâs true, but umâŠâ
âKyle is nice. I bet his friends are nice too,â Sunny quietly interrupted. âHe wants you to meet his one friend, Zuzu, but you havenât yet.â
Hero nervously fumbled around in his pocket for his car keys. He wished he could sink into the sidewalk. He did not want to have to explain this to anyone, but least of all to Sunny. He scrambled to think of another excuse. âRight well uhâŠIâve been really busy and umâŠKyle says sheâs an engineering major so sheâs really busy too, and neither of us really go to parties that much andââ
âIs it because heâs trying to set you up?â Sunny askedâmonotone, matter-of-fact.
Heroâs trembling hands dropped his keys. Bending to the ground, he picked them up and unlocked his car. He left Sunny with the umbrella then ran to the driverâs seatâclimbing inside the car and shaking off the excess water. When he turned towards Sunny again, he was still blinking at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.
Biting his lip, Hero sighed heavily. âIâm sorry you had to hear that, Sunnyâ he said. âKyle means well, but uhâŠhe doesnât know about Mari.â He paused sighing again as something ached in his chest. âItâs not because itâs some big secret or Iâm trying to forget about her or I donât think about her anymore. I justâŠitâs actually kind of the opposite really⊠I think about her all timeâmiss her every day. Iâm sure you do too. Itâs justâŠhard to talk aboutâhard to explain. I donât know if Kyle or anyone would really understand and then Iâd just make them sad or worried. I donât want them to feel bad for me, you know? But uhââhis voice hitched, got caught in the back of his throatââIâm not trying to pretend or forget or replace her. I could never replace herâŠwould never even want to try.â
âNot replace,â Sunny quietly interrupted. âIf you make new friends, you can still keep your old ones.â
Sunny paused, and Hero could have almost sworn he heard him sniffle but he couldnât bring himself to look at him as Sunny continued, âMari wouldnât want you to be lonely.â
Something panged and twisted in Heroâs chest. Tears prickled behind his eyes. He shut them tightly as Sunnyâs voice hitched, something breaking in it as he said, âI donât want you to be lonely either. Iâm so sorryâŠâ
Hero turned towards Sunny, watching the tear that struggled free from his good eye. He lunged forward over the center console of his car and hugged him tightly.
âNo, Sunny. Itâs okay,â he insisted, but he could feel Sunny shake his head.
âItâs all my fault,â he mumbled into his shoulder.
Hero cleared his throat, his eyes burning as he desperately stumbled over his words. âNoâitâsâŠitâs not. I know it isnât. It was an accident, and itâs not all your fault.â
Hero took a long, shaky breath, trying his best to comfortingly run his hand across Sunnyâs back. The words started tumbling out of his mouthâwhether as comfort for Sunny or for himself he wasnât entirely sure. âDidnât you hear what Kyle said earlier about his bad knee giving out on him? Thereâs a name for that. Itâs called âpatellar instability,â and itâs a real medical condition, a complication that happens after someone seriously injures their knee. The jointâs weakenedâjust canât support their weight sometimes. Itâll buckle, and the person will fall.â
He paused, trying to catch his wavering breath. âThatâs how Kyle and I really became friends actually. We were at a party, and Kyleâs knee gave out when he was dancing on a table and he fell on the floor, really hurt himself. I helped patch him up and took him home.â Hero swallowed hard but admitted, âIâve been thinking about that a lot over the past couple of monthsâever since you told us the truth. Iâve been reading about it tooâgot a bunch of books from the library. And SunnyâŠâ He pulled away from himâplacing his hands firmly on his shoulders, waiting until he finally met his eyes. âYou know that I forgive you, no matter whatâeven if Iâm all wrong about this. I know Iâm just a nobodyânot a doctor or anything, at least not yet, butâŠI am telling you, I really think thatâs what happened to Mari. Her bad knee that just never healed rightâit gave out on her.â
âButâŠHeroâŠâ choked Sunny, cutting him off. âI pushed her.â
His heart ached, and he shut his misty eyes tightly. âI know,â he admitted. âBut I also know you didnât mean to push her down the stairsâyou loved Mari and didnât want to hurt her. I know that we canât ever really know for sure, but Sunny, I promise I knowâI justâŠIâm not sure I can even really explain how, but I can feel it. I just know that if it wasnât for that bad knee, she wouldnât have fallen the way she did. It was a tragic accident.â
Hero could feel Sunny tighten his grip around him, could feel his fingers digging into the shirt on his back. He didnât say anythingâjust hugged him in silence for a long, long time.
Hero honestly wasnât sure how long it was until Sunny finally broke away from himâwiping his hand across his eye. âThanksâŠâ he quietly mumbled, though Hero knew the words meant infinitely more.
With a gentle smile, he reached out a hand to pat Sunny on the head. âAny time, Sunny. Iâm always here for you, okay?â
Sunny nodded, and Heroâs expression softened. Something warm spread through his chest as he watched the smallest hint of a smile curve in the corners of Sunnyâs mouth.
After another long pause, Sunny pursed his lips together, and his eyebrows twitched as he asked, âIs Kyle gonna be okay, you think?â
A slight smile tugged at the corners of Heroâs mouth. It was an unexpected question but very kind. Sunny had always been so thoughtful. âYes, Iâm sure Kyle is gonna be just fine.â Truthfully, Kyleâs excessive partying and underage binge drinking were probably much bigger problems than his bad knee could ever be, but he didnât think it would be right to tell Sunny that.
âCan you join his fraternity and keep an eye on him?â
Hero rubbed his hand across the nape of his neck. âYou really want me to do that, huh?â
Sunny shrugged, but he nodded. âYou might get to sleep on a high-density viscoelastic polyurethane mattress. Thatâs an 11 out of 10.â A smile twitched in the corners of his mouth. âYou deserve an 11 out of 10.â
Heroâs smile widened, just barely. âThanks, Sunny.â
âAnd Kyle needs a babysitterâwho knows whatâll happen to him without you,â he said matter-of-factly, with that deadpan humor he didnât hear from Sunny as much as anymore. Hero chuckled in spite of himself. It was nice to hear Sunny joke again.
âI really think Kyle can take care of himself,â he reassured him. âHeâs actually much smarter than people give him credit for. Heâs in all kinds of difficult science classes with me because he wants to be a physical therapist.â Â
âSo he can help other people recover when they hurt their knees?â Sunny quietly interrupted, and Hero nodded. Â
Sunny blinked at him, the lingering ghosts of tears in his good eye. âIs that what you want to do too?â he asked. âWhen you become a doctor, will you help other kids with bad kneesâmake sure they get better and nothing bad happens to them?â
Something in panged Heroâs chest, but his brow furrowed. He honestly hadnât thought about that before. Truthfully, when he thought about becoming a physician one day he mainly just thought about the long hours of school and work it would require and figured that when the time came, he would just choose a specialty that would keep him exceptionally busy for the rest of his life. That was the goal, after all, but⊠Maybe Sunny had a point. Maybe like Kyle, he could choose a career path that was personally meaningful to himâcould honor Mari by dedicating the rest of his life to trying to prevent another tragedy. His heart ached. He couldnât save her, but maybe he could save someone else.
âDo youâŠdo you really think I could do thatâŠ?â Hero hadnât realized he had asked the question aloud until he heard Sunny hum and nod at him.
âYouâre Hero,â he said matter-of-factly as if it was the easiest, simplest explanation in the world. âI think you can do anything.â
Sniffling, Hero wrapped his arms around Sunnyâs shoulders and hugged him again. âThank you,â he mumbled as he pressed his chin to his shoulder. With a deep breath, he pulled away from him to start the car. âWe should probably head home, huh?â
Sunny nodded, and Hero turned the key in the ignition, starting the car and the low hum of the radio again. He stopped suddenlyâthe familiar chord progression making his breath catch in his throat. He hadnât heard this song in agesâhadnât let himself listen to it, but heâd recognize it anywhere, could feel the words âTo lead a better life, I need my love to be hereâŠâ aching in his bones.
Instinctively, Hero reached out his hand to shut off the radio, but he heard Sunnyâs breath hitch as he whispered, âMariâŠMari loved this songâŠâ
Hero sniffled. He glanced over at Sunny almost pleadingly as his hand hovered in front of the radio dial. As he shut his eyes tightly, he felt a tear finally struggle free. âIâm so sorry, SunnyâŠI justâŠI havenât been able to listen to it sinceââ
With a click, the music stopped. Sunny had tapped the button. âItâs okay,â he mumbledâsomething soft, something reassuring in his voice. âMaybe you will again someday.â
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When Sun Shines Again: Chapter 2 "To Lead A Better Life" Part 1
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CHAPTER 2â
"To Lead A Better Life" Part 1
Chapter Description: Sorting through boxes of all odds and ends with Kel brings up bittersweet memories for Hero and causes him to reflect on the state of his life and his relationship with his brother. Is it possible for things to ever go back to the way they were before?
This Chapter is Kel & Hero's Brotherly Relationship-Centric.
Chapter Word Count: 9540. Link to Chapter 2 on AO3.
Description (for the entire work): When tragedy struck, Hero lost not only his dearest friend but also his dreams for the future. Even years later, Hero doesn't know what his "forever" looks like without Mari in it, but somehow he finds the strength to carry on and build a new life for himself. With his family and friends both old and new by his side, Hero struggles through life's ups and downs--the joys and sorrows he faces in a world without Mari. In the beginning, he's only looking to survive it all, but somewhere along the way, he might find a purpose, a reason he's still here. Maybe there really is a way he can learn to be happy again, and maybe, just maybe, when he's least expecting it, he might even find himself slowly opening his heart to love again--he might even find himself believing that even the darkest, stormiest of times will eventually pass and the sun will shine again.
A Hero-Centric story spanning 15 years of his life post-good end. Focuses on Hero finding healing & building a life for himself after the loss of Mari. Eventually includes him learning to love again after an extremely slow burn. All pairings are tagged upfront. Rated T for heavy themes & some language. Reading the prequel is recommended.
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Tags For The Story As A Whole (So A Lot Of These Are "Eventual" Tags):
Romantic Relationships: Main Ships: (Past) Hero/Mari and (Eventual) Hero/OC. Side Ships: Brandi/OC and a brief mention of Mikhael/Bebe are the only side ships involving canon characters.
Platonic Relationships: Hero & Brandi Friendship, Hero & Original Characters Friendship. Some Hero & Kel Siblings Relationship & Brotherly Friendship. Hero & Aubrey Friendship. Hero & Basil Friendship. Hero & Sunny Friendship. Hero & His Family.
Characters: Major Canon Characters: Hero (POV Character), Brandi [Intimidating Girl], Mari and Mari's Memory, & Kel. Major Original Characters (Hero's college friends): Kyle, C.J., Zoey, Tamra, and Lorraine. Other Included Canon Characters: Sunny, Basil, Aubrey, Sally, Hero's Parents, Bebe (Short Haired Girl/Fountain Girl) & Mikhael (The Maverick).
Genre: Hero-Centric Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Slice of Life, College Life, Lost Love, Finding Love Again, Finding Healing After Grief, Slow Burn, Developing Friendship, Developing Relationship, Greiving, Catharsis, Heart-To-Heart Chats, Hopeful/Happy Ending, Post-Good Ending, Hero Needs A Hug, Hero Deserves To Be Happy
Rating: T for some heavy themes and thematic elements (i.e. grief & healing from grief and trauma. Implied/Referenced Canonical Character Death & Implied/Referenced Mental Health Issues including depression & suicide. Mentions of Underage Drinking & Partying). Some language.
Warnings: Major Spoilers for OMORI! Heavy themes and thematic elements (i.e. grief & healing from grief and trauma. Implied/Referenced Canonical Character Death & Implied/Referenced Mental Health Issues including depression & suicide. Mentions of Underage Drinking & Partying). Some Language.
Link to Entire work on AO3.
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It was raining again. Hero supposed he should probably expect it by now. After all, rain seemed to follow him wherever he went. It had hovered over him, drowned him in constant stormy weather ever since MariâŠ
He stopped abruptlyâlistening to the sound of distant thunder rumbling outside of his bedroom window. It had been four years now, but there was still that familiar ache in his chest whenever he thought of itâthought of her, and he knew there always would be. No matter how many years went by he still missed her, still felt the loss of her like a storm cloud overhead leaving his whole world a little darker, drearier, and dimmer than it had been before.
With a heavy sigh, he pushed the thought away, distracting himself by narrowing his dark eyes intently at the boxes of odds and ends his mother had asked him to go through when Hero had asked if there was anything he could do to help out around the house on his unexpected day off. The public pool where he was working for the summer as a lifeguard had unexpectedly shut down due to all-day thunderstorms leaving Hero with an unanticipated day off and too much idleness for his own liking. These days, there was nothing Hero disliked more than having nothing to do and having to be alone with his thoughts. His go-to method of coping had always been to stay too busy to fall apartâto drown his feelings in the responsibilities and obligations of high school, college, extra curriculars, part-time jobs, and any menial task he could find in a pinch. He had once spent four hours organizing his sock drawer on a particularly difficult day, but luckily, his pre-med track usually kept him exceptionally busy between difficult classes, honors seminars, studying for the MCAT, volunteer hours at the local hospital, CPR and first aid training, and anything else he could think of that might look good on a med school application.
Becoming a doctor was probably more of his parentsâ dream for him than his own, but, if Hero was being honest with himself, he wasnât sure he even really had a dream of his own anymore. That said, in a way, he supposed he was sort of looking forward to itâlooking forward to losing himself in the long hours of school and work his new career path required. He hoped that as a doctor heâd stay so busy for the rest of his life that he just wouldnât feel it anymore.
He wasnât busy enough yet. This past summer had made that abundantly clear.
Hero pushed the thought away with a sighâunwilling to unpack those feelings which had been bubbling under the surface ever since he had learned the truth nearly a month and a half ago. He had thought about Mari more in the past six weeks than he had allowed himself to think of her for the past three years. He supposed it was a rather dramatic swing from thinking of her always in that first year after she had died to not really allowing himself to think of her much at all, but it was all he could think of to do to save himself from repeating the worst year of his life.
Looking back on it now, all he could really remember was the feeling of drowning in a pitch-black room filled with dark, murky water and that feeling of wanting to scream but not having the voice to. He would say he never wanted to feel that way again, but the truth was he didnât care much what happened to him. He did care that his deep depression had hurt his family, howeverâhad hurt his brother especially and he didnât want to hurt them again, so he gathered up all of his feelings: his grief, guilt, sadness, even his memories and locked them awayâtoo afraid that if he even tried to open the door to it all, he would never be able to close it again, that it would spill out and drown him. He sometimes wondered if someday in the future when he was older, wiser, and, hopefully, stronger he might get some professional help and start slowly opening that door and working through what had happened, but he didnât get that option anymore. Sunny and his confession had ripped that door off its hinges like yanking a bandage off an open wound, though Hero supposed that probably wasnât the best comparison. Ripping off a bandage probably would have hurt less.
It would be an understatement to say that he was still reeling from the whole thing, but after letting himself cry off and on for a whole weekend, he had picked the door back up, forcibly wedged it back into the doorframe, then called the pool to ask if he could pick up more hours per week than he had originally planned. He knew it wasnât the best solution, but it had been working fine until this day of storms removed his distraction and left him alone with his thoughts and feelings and only a broken door to hold them back.
âHey! I remember this!â Kel exclaimed, reminding Hero that he wasnât nearly as alone as he thought. Even though Hero had assured Kel that he didnât have to give up his whole afternoon to help him sort through odds and ends, Kel had insisted saying the process would go faster if they worked together. Hero couldnât argue with his brotherâs logic on this point, but there was something in Kelâs expression as he said it, a sort of distant concern in his eyes that made Hero wonder if his brother just didnât want him to be left alone.
After rummaging through the box in front of him, Kel held up a small, square picture book with the title Hungry Humphrey on the cover. âSunny used to love this book. Remember how he used to carry it around everywhere and read it over and over?â
Heroâs mouth twitched in the corners, and he managed a brisk nod.
âI wonder if Sally would like itâŠâ hummed Kel, and Hero nodded again.
âWe should put that in the keep pile. Maybe we can read it to her later.â
Kel practically threw the book over to Heroâs side of the room upsetting a stack of cassette tapes, Heroâs trophy from the scholastic decathlon, and a bin of old pictures they had set aside to âkeep.â âOops,â he muttered, scratching the back of his neck with a somewhat sheepish smile.
âHere. Let me help,â Hero insisted picking up some of the photos. He pausedâhis hands shaking as he stared down at one of them: he and Kel with all of their friends at the beach before Mari⊠He swallowed hard.
âItâs okay. Iâve got it,â Kel insisted quickly, meeting Heroâs eyes almost frantically, and Hero looked away, guilty to have worried his brother and embarrassed that Kel thought he was soâŠbroken.
His chest ached. He couldnât stand this expression of Kelâsâthe one that looked like he was watching a trainwreck, heartbroken and worried but too far away or perhaps too afraid of making things worse to do anything about it. He couldnât stand the way Kel awkwardly twisted his hands or tripped over his words, the way his voice trailed off when he talked to him about anything that even hinted at the less-than-happy, as if he felt like he had to walk on eggshells around him. That awkwardness didnât suit him, and it made Heroâs stomach twist until he felt sick watching Kel stumble his way through trying to talk to him about anything deeper than school or the weather or silly stories from home Hero had missed out on while he was at college. It broke his heart that there was such a distance between them now, that Kel looked at him like he was fragile, maybe even dangerousâlooked at him like he was scared he would break if he didnât say the perfect thing.
Hero loved his brother, and in times like these, he wanted nothing more than to throw his arms around him and cry, hold him and tell him how sorry he wasâhow much he just wanted his brother back, wanted to talk and laugh and tell each other everything like old times without Kel being so afraid of breaking him. But he didnât think he had the right to even wish for that anymore. He was the one who had lashed out at Kel, had pushed him away when he was only trying to help. It was the only time he and his brother had ever fought, and there were very few things in Heroâs life that he looked back on with as much regret. He wished he could go back and do things differently, betterâthat he could somehow stop his younger self before he did something he would regret for the rest of his life, before he hurt one of the most important people in the world to him and permanently damaged their relationship, before he had to confront that pained expression in Kelâs eyes knowing that he was the reason it was there in the first place. If Hero was being perfectly honest, he didnât know Kel would ever really talk to him again, and he honestly wouldnât blame him if he didnât.
After a long, awkward pause, Kel just changed the subject, âYou know I actually talked to Sunny recentlyâŠâ He paused, playing with the photos in his hands and chuckled lightly. âWellâŠuhâŠI talked, and Sunny listened. Theyâre almost all moved in now, but Sunny hasnât made any new friends yet. I said heâll probably make friends when school starts or I told him he could try to make friends with some of the other teenagers in his apartment building. Sunny said there are some so I told him he should try to say hi and introduce himself the next time he sees them.â
âWell not everyoneâs as friendly as you are, Kel,â Hero teased with a light chuckle, patting his brother on the back of the head. âSome of us are a little more shy.â
Kel shrugged. âYeah wellâŠthat doesnât mean you canât make friends though, right? I mean you have lots of friends in collegeâhowâd you make those?â
Heroâs brow furrowed. The honest answer was that he wasnât entirely sure. The truth was he felt he had a lot of acquaintances at universityâpeople he saw around in classes or at events, and though there were a handful of people he might call his âfriends,â he wasnât sure if theyâd refer to him in the same way. His two best friends at college were probably Brandi who he had already known from Faraway Town, and Kyle, an outgoing sports medicine major who happened to share a lot of classes with him.
âYou do have friends at college, donât you?â chuckled Kel half-jokingly though he was sheepishly scratching the back of his neck. Heroâs face flushed. He had gotten caught up in his own thoughts again.
âYeah, I have friends. I justâŠIâm not sure how I made them.â He let out a somewhat self-deprecating laugh and shrugged his shoulders. âI meanâŠI knew Brandi from before, and I guess Kyle kind of just adopted me after I offered to study with him and then kept taking me to all these parties and introducing me to his friends⊠Iâm not sure why though.â
âWhat do you mean? Youâre super coolâof course everyone wants to hang out with you,â Kel insisted with a smile, but Hero shrugged his shoulders.
âIâm not sure about thatâŠâ Hero sighed. He was flattered that Kel still thought of him as a âcoolâ older brother, so he couldnât quite find the words to explain to him that he was actually kind of a dork and an academic who was shy and uncomfortable around new people and often worried he was a wet blanket since heâd much rather spend an evening studying alone than going out partying. âIâm usually just the âmomâ or the designated driver.â
âMoms are cool!â Kel insisted patting him on the back, and Hero laughed.
âNot really in college, Kel.â
âThereâs got to be some other moms around you can be friends with though, right? Or is it really like the movies where everyone in college just parties all the time?â
Heroâs brow furrowed, and his shoulders twitched. âI donât think everyone parties, but I havenât really met another âmom friendâ like me yet. Kyle has one from high school that he talks about a lot, but Iâve never actually met her. Brandiâs convinced itâs because she doesnât exist, but Kyle says sheâs just never around because she just hates parties and peopleââHero laughedââbut I think heâs just kidding about that.â
âI hope so,â bantered Kel. âImagine hating parties and peopleâitâs like hating puppies. You canât hate puppies!â
Chuckling lightly to himself, Hero scratched the back of his neck, but his shoulders twitched. âSays the posterchild extrovert,â he teased. âThere are lots of people who get kind of overwhelmed at big parties.â
Thoughtfully, Kel tilted his head. âLike Sunny?â
With an affirming hum, Hero nodded. âYeah. I think Sunnyâs always been shy, but hopefully heâll find someone at his new school like you or Kyle whoâs really friendly and can introduce him to everyone.â
âYou think so? Iâll try to tell him to look out for someone friendly next time I talk to him.â
Kelâs shoulders twitched before he stacked a bunch of photos back into their bin, and Hero reached out for another box filled with old notebooks and papers. âYou know, the university is pretty close to where Sunny lives, right?â Kel continued while fiddling with the photos in his hands. âSo maybe you could visit him when you go back to school sometime if you want.â
Hero paused. He managed a nod though he didnât look up from the stack of papers he was sifting through.
âYou know, I meanâŠif youâre not stillâŠâ Kel began to stumble hurriedly before his voice trailed and he bit his lipâthat awkward, tense expression returning to his face again making Heroâs insides twist. Kel added hurriedly, âItâs okay if you are stillââ He stopped. âOr if you donât want toâŠI just meant, if youâre still friends, then maybeâŠâ
Hero took a long deep breath as Kel met his eyesâworried and almost pleading. âItâs okay, Kel. Weâre still friends.â
Even if Hero didnât know exactly how he felt about Sunny right now and hadnât known how he felt ever since he had learned the truth, he did know that Sunny was his friend and no matter what had happened, Hero would always consider him a friend. Even in that hospital, even when his heart was breaking all over again, the pull he felt to comfort Sunny and to reassure him that he understood it was an accident and that Mari wouldnât want him to blame himself was far stronger than anything else. He knew what that kind of suffering felt likeâhow painful it was to feel responsible for the death of someone you loved, to mentally beat yourself with the guilt of it all wondering if you had just done the smallest thing differently could it have all been avoided. After all, thatâs exactly how he had felt about Mari for the past four years. He didnât want her brotherâno, more than that, he didnât want his friend who had always been like a brother to him too, to feel the same way no matter what the circumstances were. He had wiped his eyes, then come back into that roomâpulled Sunny into his arms and hugged him tightly telling him he was sorry, he was so, so sorry.
That said, he would be lying if he said he wasnât grateful for the space Sunny moving away had afforded him to work through his complicated emotions, however. Kel probably knew thisâhad watched him silently wrestle with it over the past month when he had forgiven and forgotten as quickly as Hero would have expected from him. Kel had always been a much stronger person than he was.
Hero watched as Kel sighed in relief, and he could have sworn he even heard his brother mumbled a sincere, âOh goodâ before turning back to the photos he was still cleaning up.
As extra reassurance, Hero added, âDoes Sunny like coffee now? Thereâs a great coffee shop near campus called âLaylaâsâ that I go to study at sometimes. Maybe I can take him there.â
âYeah, that would be cool,â Kel replied with a bright smile. âI donât know if Sunny likes coffee, but I can ask him. He never really liked Orange Joe, but Aubrey says that canât really be called coffee anyway so maybe he likes other kinds of coffee. I think heâll just be glad to see you. I think heâs been worried that likeâŠâ Kelâs voice grew soft and trailed off as he quietly added, âWellâŠyou knowâŠâ
Heroâs expression softened, and something twisted in his chest. Sunny had suffered enough. He didnât want to add to that. âIâll try to call him this weekâask if he likes coffee.â
Kel nodded enthusiastically. âYeah or I can ask him whenever I talk to him again. I try to call once a week when I remember.â
âThatâs nice of you, Kel,â said Hero with a kind smile. âIâm sure Sunny could use a friend right now.â
Whether Kel actually heard this or not, however, Hero couldnât be sure as he just continued talking a mile a minute as normal. âI try to call Basil when I remember too, but theyâre pretty strict at the hospital about when he can get phone calls. Itâs a visitorsâ weekend this weekend though, if you want to go back up there. I know itâs kind of a trek.â
That was a bit of an understatement. The psychiatric hospital where Basil had been spending the summer was nearly an hour away without taking traffic into account. When Hero had driven there with Aubrey and Kel for the last visitorsâ weekend a couple of weeks back, they had gotten stuck in a construction zone for nearly an extra hour and a halfâwhich felt four times as long given Kelâs insistence on singing every verse of â99 Bottles Of Pop On The Wallâ until Aubrey had finally thrown her empty bottle of pop at him in exasperation at around â27 bottles.â
Hero stifled a chuckle. He had to hand it to her for waiting that long, but she and Kel had been making their best efforts to try to get along with each other again which Hero definitely appreciated as the self-appointed peacekeeper of their group. It was perhaps a selfish role on his part seeing as he had no patience for conflict and was at his happiest personally when everyone just got along with each other, but he liked to think it helped his friends to have someone there to mediate problems and help them reconcile. A few months ago, even Hero would have had to admit that Kel and Aubrey reconciling with each other had seemed like a lost cause. He still shuddered when he thought of how they had, allegedly, had it out with each other before Aubrey pushed Basil into the lake, but after that heart-to-heart chat Aubrey had had with them on Sunnyâs last day in Faraway Town, they had found some common ground or at least come to understand each other a little bit better.
Hero would say that learning the Truth had probably helped with that tooâforced them to bond in a way, even though they had reacted differently. Despite being hurt, Kel had forgiven Sunny and Basil almost immediately which is exactly what Hero would have expected from him. His brother was always the strong oneâalways the bigger person. Aubrey reacted just the Hero would have expected as wellâanger masking the fact she was undeniably wounded. To her credit, however, she hadnât lashed out at Sunny or Basilâjust sort of stormed out of the room, and when Hero had returned after quietly excusing himself to go cry alone somewhere, Kel had chased after her to try to convince her to come back. According to Kel, they had some sort of confrontation in the hospitalâs garden and outdoor seating area. Hero wasnât sure what they had talked aboutâand truthfully it was none of his businessâbut whatever it was had not only convinced Aubrey to return and patch things up with Sunny and Basil but also permanently repaired her and Kelâs friendship with each other. Up until that point, Hero had really just been praying theyâd eventually make amends enough to agree not to pick fights with each other in church anymore, so the fact that they were actually considering each other friends again was more than he could have hoped forâand Hero was beyond grateful for it.
It had certainly been a blessing for the three of them to have each other this difficult summer, and they spent quite a bit of it together when they werenât all busy with their summer jobs. Even Aubrey had one now which, Hero hoped, signaled the end of her era of delinquency and terrorizing the neighborhood with her nail bat. But he didnât want to push his luck and didnât think it was his place to ask her too many questions about it. That did remind him thoughâŠ
âI have Sunday off so Iâd be up for visiting Basil then, but Aubrey might have to work so weâll have to ask her.â
âAubrey doesnât work on Sundays,â Kel interjected. âShe worked it out with Gino to always work Saturdays instead so she can still go to church.â
âOh.â Hero shruggedâtrying not to feel too guilty that Kel had known this but he hadnât. Before he could say anything more on the matter, however, the cassette tape that had been playing in the background ended with a click. In a swift motion, Kel scrambled over to his new boombox to rewind the tape.
âDo you want to listen to it again orâŠmaybe something else instead?â he asked with a slight chuckle. Heroâs brow furrowed.
He had always been the type of person to try to drown his feelings in musicâdesperately clutching onto background melodies as a necessary distraction, a sort of life preserver in an otherwise tumultuous storm of negative emotions. In that way, he supposed he was grateful for Kelâs boombox. On the other hand, they had listened to that particular tape three times already.
 âMaybeâŠâ Heroâs voice cracked. While he was less than enthused at the prospect of listening to Kelâs favorite tape for the fourth time today, he didnât want to upset his brother. He stumbled over his words. âOrâŠmaybe something we havenât listened to in a while?â
âYeah okay,â shrugged Kel with an easy, nonchalant smile.
Hero sighed in relief as he began rifling through a nearby box filled with a bunch of old cassette tapes most of which were kids songs or soundtracks for cartoons he and Kel had used to know every word to. Somewhere between âKidsâ Songs From Around The Worldâ and the original soundtrack recording for âThe Adventures of Captain Spaceboy: The Animated Series,â Hero noticed a record jacket in the box. His brow furrowed, and he tilted his head curiously. How had that ended up in there?
When he pulled the record out from under a lopsided stack of cassettes, he knew exactly how it had ended up in there. His hands tightened around the record until his fingers turned white. His throat grew parched, and his insides twistedâconstricting until he couldnât breathe.
The Beatlesâ Revolver.
The record he had once loved so much that he had saved every penny he had just to buy a copy so he could listen to one song over and over again. He hadnât listened to it in yearsâcouldnât listen to it anymore, not when it shined a light on the hollow, empty space in his heart that losing Mariâthat losing his âforeverâ with her had left behind. They may have only been fifteen when he lost her, but he had known that he had wanted to be with her forever, that he wanted to be by her side alwaysâhere, there, and everywhere. It was their song after all.
Sniffling, Hero shut his eyes tightlyâwilling himself not to start crying and worrying Kel again, but he should have given his brother more credit. Before Hero knew it, Kel was right next to himâstaring wide-eyed at the record as if it was some kind of timebomb. His gaze shifted quickly from Hero to the record in his hands, and Heroâs breath caught in his throat, almost waiting for Kel to make some kind of joke about âYellow Submarineââalmost hoping he would. Maybe even Hero himself could have made one if he could only find the words, but even Kel couldnât find his words now. The look on his face made that abundantly clear.
âYouâŠyou know IâŠIâm kinda hungry. Maybe thatâs enough sorting for nowâŠYouâŠwanna get outta here?â Kel finally asked, shy and stumbly as if he could think of anything else to stay. âMaybe we could get pizza or sandwiches or somethingâŠâ
Heroâs hands trembled, but he stared intently out the window at the storm, anywhere that wasnât that record in his hands. âYou really want to go out in this storm?â
Kel shrugged. âItâs just water.â
âMaybe we could order a pizza if you really wantââ
âBut then someone would have to deliver it,â Kel interrupted with wide, earnest eyes. He was probably thinking of Aubrey, worrying about her running around in the rain. Heroâs face flushed. He should have been thinking of that himself.
âYeahâŠyouâre right. Well, I guess we can take a short break and run up to Ginoâs then. My treat.â
With a sigh, Kelâs shoulders visibly relaxed, but he insisted, âNo way. Iâve got it. It was my idea.â
âNo, Kel. Let me get it. Consider it a thank you for helping me sort through all this old junk.â Hero took a deep breath, then carefully pried his fingers from that old record before setting it in the âkeepâ pile. There was a part of him that wanted to throw it out or donate it, but he couldnât part with it. Even memories that were painful were worth keeping.
When Hero and Kel made their way downstairs, they were gently shushed by their mother who reminded them that Sally was taking an afternoon nap.
âSorry,â Hero quickly apologized shuffling his feet, but Mom just smiled and gave him a reassuring pat on the arm as he walked by.
âItâs alright,â she said before returning to her knitting. Hero stifled a chuckle. Even though it was the middle of the summer, it seemed that Mom was already getting a head start on knitting the Christmas sweaters she made every year. WellâŠevery year except one that is.
The year that Mari had died, Mom didnât give them any sweaters, even though Hero knew she had had most, if not all of them finished. Mariâs death in October was reason enoughâno one really felt much like celebrating, Hero least of all, but he had never really been able to shake his suspicions that the reason she had skipped out on her sweater tradition that year was because she had knitted matching ones for him and Mari just like she had the year before when she had surprised them both with sweaters with an âMâ and âHâ on the front, respectively. The following year, she had knitted him a sweater with a snowflake pattern in blue, his favorite color. Heroâs chest ached. She had never given him a sweater with his initials on it ever again. Â
âAre you boys going out somewhere?â
Kel nodded. âYeah, weâre planning to go get some pizza.â
âDo you want us to pick up anything for you?â asked Hero, and Momâs brow furrowed.
âNo, thank you, but I have a roast in the oven so we have plenty of food if youâre hungry.â Mom sighed and rubbed her hand across her forehead. âYour dad just called and said heâs going to have to work late tonight so heâll probably miss dinner. I donât know what Iâm going to do with all of this foodâŠâ
âWeâll still have plenty of room for dinner, Mom,â insisted Kel with a bright smile. âThis is just lunch. Weâve been stuck inside all day because of the rain so we just wanted to go out somewhere.â
Hero could have sworn Mom glanced over at him with a concerned tilt of her head, but her shoulder twitched into a slight shrug, âAlright, but please be home in time for supper.â
âWe will, Mom,â Kel promised. Â
âAnd we wonât eat that much, either,â added Hero. âSo weâll still have plenty of room. Itâs really just a little trip. We can even swing by Other Mart if you need groceries or anything.â
âI was planning to go shopping this weekend, but I do have a little list going if you donât mind swinging by to pick up a couple of things.â
When Kel and Hero nodded, Mom disappeared into the kitchen to grab the running grocery list she kept on the refrigerator, and Kel called after her with a curious, âWhat happened to Dad? Did something go wrong with the flooringâmaybe I could swing by and help later?â
âThatâs very sweet of you, Kel,â said Mom ruffling his hair as she returned from the kitchen with the shopping list. âBut your dad wouldnât want you to have to work on your day off. Besides, if you went over there, youâd probably both end up missing dinner.â
Kel shrugged. âMaybe. Or weâd wrap up faster and both get to come home.â
Hero chuckled. He certainly admired Kelâs optimism and his go-getting work ethic. Kel had been spending the summer working for their dadâs home remodeling business and seemed to have a real knack and talent for it. Kel had told him that, at first, he was just excited to have a little bit of extra money, but he really enjoyed having an active job where he got to work with his hands and got to spend so much time with their dad and beloved grandfather, PapĂĄ Miguel, who, according to Kel, was around much more than someone who was supposed to be retiredâunable to leave the business he had started decades ago, Hero supposed. Dad couldnât have been happier at Kelâs interest in the family business and was already joking that theyâd need to rename it âPadilla and Son and Grandsonâ while teasingly kicking himself for not thinking of taking Kel to work sooner. Whenever he swore Kel had âthe giftâ and could fix anything just like PapĂĄ Miguel, Kelâs whole face would just light up.
Though to be absolutely fair, Kel just beamed every time he talked about fixing things. Hero felt he had spent most of his off-days this summer listening attentively to Kel excitedly rambling a mile a minute about how to fix broken dishwashers or refrigerators that froze milk but left vegetables lukewarm or about the best tricks for installing cabinetry or lazy-susans that always stayed on its track, and Hero could only wish he had even half of his brotherâs passion. He was happy for Kel and encouraged him to pursue his talents, maybe even go to trade school after graduation, but he would be lying if he said it didnât make him feel a bit lost and listless about his own life sometimes. Kel knew what he wantedâto build things, to fix things. Hero, on the other hand, just wanted to be busy and even that was being generous. The truth was he hadnât really wanted anything for a long time.
âYou donât have to worry about everything on this list, alright?â said Mom, pulling Hero out of his thoughts. âI can always go out shopping later, just if you happen to be outâŠâ
âItâs alright, Mom. Weâll pick it up,â Hero gently interrupted placing a hand on his momâs shoulder as Kel nodded enthusiastically.
âYeah! Other Mart is right next door to Ginoâs so itâs not even like we have to go too far or anything.â
âOkayâŠâ Mom sighed before a concerned look passed over her eyes. âWell please donât stay out too long and drive carefully in the rain.â
âWeâll be careful,â Hero reassured her before giving her a hug and a peck on the cheek.
âYeah, Heroâs always careful,â teased Kel before he also hugged Mom and headed out to Heroâs car which thankfully ran better than it looked. Hero tried to keep it tidy on the inside at least, but it was, in the most generous terms, oldâwith a few dents in the fender and an uneven, peeling paint job. Kyle had once joked it looked like a âgrandpa car,â and Hero supposed it probably was but it was also what he could afford and what got him from point A to point B which was all that really mattered. It did tend to make odd, rickety noises especially when it rained, however, which when combined with the low roar of the local classic rock radio station would likely provide quite the soundtrack for their drive to Ginoâs. In any other weather, they would have just walked there, but Mom worried enough about them strolling through the busy intersections near Faraway Plaza on the best dayâsheâd be a nervous wreck if they insisted on walking there in inclement weather. Not that she didnât worry about Hero driving in a thunderstormâŠbut he supposed it had to be better than walking.
âShotgun!â exclaimed Kel as he ran towards the car.
Hero laughed. âYou donât need to call shotgun when youâre the only passenger.â
âI know, but itâs good practice,â Kel teased with a lopsided grin. Hero chuckled lightly to himself. He didnât know exactly what it was practice for seeing as Kel was generally the only passengerâor at the very least the only passenger who could sit in the front seat seeing as Sally was still an infant. Hero hadnât driven with Sally in his car since it was too much of a hassle to move her car seat, but he had driven her in his parentsâ minivan a couple of times, particularly when neither he nor Sally could sleep. His parents often resorted to driving his little sister around the neighborhood in circles until she finally drifted off, and Hero had offered to step in and take a few shifts of this himself on the nights when he was too wound up to get much sleep of his own. There was something soothing about driving around the quiet and empty Faraway Town at night that helped Hero calm down almost as much as his sister.
Kel did not need Hero to drive him around until he was finally lulled to sleep, but he did need him to drive him other places that he couldnât walk or run to on his own. Hero enjoyed this. He liked feeling useful and helpful and especially liked getting to spend time with his brother. He offered to drive Aubrey places too for similar reasons, but she took him up on the offer much more rarely than Kel did, always insisting she had her bicycle and didnât want him to feel like a chauffer. Occasionally, she would tag along on a trip to somewhere he and Kel were already going anyway, however, like when they drove up to visit Basil. In these instances, Hero always insisted she sit up front since she was a lady, and Kel always backed him up on this point though Hero could never be sure if it was because his brother knew that he was old-fashioned and polite or if he just respected that it was âhis car; his rulesâ or perhaps he thought offering her the much coveted front seat would help extend the olive branch of good will to Aubrey and further mend their friendship. As expected, Aubrey found the gesture kind but unnecessary, but she generally just quirked an eyebrow at them then mumbled, âWell if you insist, I guessâŠâ
âI think Aubreyâs working today,â said Kel, as if he somehow knew Hero had been thinking of her. âWe should say hi.â
Hero nodded before he doublechecked that both he and Kel were strapped in properly then pulled his car out of the driveway. âDo you know how late she has to work? Maybe we can drop her off on her way home so she doesnât have to ride her bike in the rain.â
âYouâre starting to sound like Mom,â Kel teased, but Hero just shrugged.
âI told you I was a momâŠâ
âBut a cool mom,â Kel corrected. âNot that our momâs not cool justâŠsheâs an actual momâyouâre just like a mom so you can be cooler than that.â
Hero laughed. He couldnât always follow Kelâs logic, but before he could ask for clarification, Kel exclaimed, âHey! Itâs âYellow Submarineâ!â then turned the volume dial for the radio and began singing along, loudly andâHero felt guilty even thinking itâa little off-pitch. If Hero was being honest, however, he was almost relieved to see Kel not even give a second thought to turning up the music and singing along. After seeing how Kel had reacted to finding the record earlier, Hero had been a little afraid he would make the connection and get that look in his eyes againâwould be too afraid of enjoying a song he loved on his account. It was the last thing Hero would have wantedâespecially he had no problem whatsoever with âYellow Submarine.â Kel could listen to it a thousand times if it made him happy.
âMan, this is such a great song! Really takes me back too,â chuckled Kel with a wide smile. âRemember when we used to listen to it all the time because it wasââ He stopped abruptly, and Heroâs chest ached as he imagined that smile fading immediately from Kelâs face. He had thought too soon and should have known better. âOh uhâŠwe can turn it offâŠâ
As he reached out his hand for the volume dial, Hero gently patted his hand to stop him then started singing along to whimsical lyrics he couldnât forget even if he wanted to. When Kel laughed then joined in again himself, Hero felt part of that weight leave his chest, but part of it lingeredâthat secret wish he could never really let go of, that hope that someday he and Kel could just go back to the way things were before back when there was nothing stopping them from singing along to âYellow Submarineâ at the top of their lungs, when there was no reason to think that it might hurtâno reason to worry it that might drudge up painful memories. Even more than that, Hero wished they had no painful memories to drudge up in the first place.
The final chords of the song faded as they pulled into the parking lot at Faraway Plaza, and Kel laughed, âPerfect timingâ before bounding out of the car towards Ginoâs. Unable to ask him to wait until he fished his umbrella out from under the seat, however, Hero took off after him getting just as soaked as he probably would have expected. Kel was somehow even wetter than he was, but he seemed thoroughly unperturbed by it as he turned to Hero saying, âThe sign says we can sit down anywhere, so where do you want to sit or do you want to get take out?â
âYou can sit over here.â
Heroâs mouth twitched into a smile as he turned towards the familiar voice with a wave and a âHi Brandi.â
Brandi smiled back, waving him and Kel over towards the table where she was sitting with her younger sister, Bebe. Hero glanced over at Kel, trying to communicate that it was okay if Kel would rather sit at their own table seeing as he didnât know Brandi or Bebe very well. Even though Hero considered Brandi to be a good friend of his now, he hadnât really become friends with her until they had both attended the same university in Somewhere City and sought each other out at parties and events as a familiar face that made them feel less homesick.
Kel hadnât really talked to her much at all except for that one time they sort of barged into her familyâs house uninvited with Sunny. Hero supposed her mom had said they could stop by any time for coffee after they had picked up that floor lamp for her, but he was still kind of embarrassed thinking about how they had just walked right in the next day when Brandiâs family was waiting for their Chinese takeout. In true Brandi fashion, she had teased him about his eagerness to meet her family, but Hero was genuinely surprised she hadnât once mentioned the fact they sort of just let themselves in through the front door unannounced.
Come to think of it, Sunny had done that to a lot of their neighbors on his final days in Faraway Town, but Hero had assumed he had their permission or something. In the case of the Bertiers though, maybe Sunny just really liked coffeeâŠ? Hero shrugged. Maybe heâd enjoy a trip to Laylaâs after all. He really should call him later this week.
âEarth to Heroâare you there?â teased Brandi, pulling him out of his thoughts. His face flushed an embarrassed rose when he realized that in the time he had zoned out and started worrying about his past of breaking-and-entering, Kel had already taken a seat at their table across from Bebe.
âYeahâŠIâŠâ Hero stumbled. âI was justâŠuhâŠâ
âZoning out again?â Brandi bantered, cutting him off, but Hero shook his head and gently corrected her.
âWanting to apologize for barging into your house that time.â His blush deepened. âWe sort of just let ourselves in, and I feel horrible.â
Brandi waved her hand dismissively. âDonât worry about it. Itâs fine. I was just giving you a hard timeââshe chuckledââhonestly, I think you had to suffer enough since my mom sent you on that shopping trip. Why Billy canât even buy a lamp is completely beyond me. I swear that Recycultist garbage has rotted his brain.â Rolling her eyes, she shook her head with a sigh. âAnd itâs probably contagious. I mean, ever since Billy got wrapped up in that Recycultist gobbledygook, Bebeâs been lovesick over that moron who wears that blonde wig and thinks heâs in Top Gun.â
âHis name is The Maverick, and heâs not a moron,â Bebe interjected with a dreamy sigh.
Brandi rolled her eyes again. âHis name is Mikhael, and he is a moronâtextbook moron.â She huffed before turning back to Hero. âShe keeps begging me to bring her here so she might run into him.â
âIâve seen him here before,â Bebe explained before her face flushed and she stared down at her twisted hands. âIâŠI just was too shy to talk to him.â
âWhy?â huffed Brandiârubbing her temples. âYouâre totally out of his league.â
âI agree,â chimed in Kel, and Heroâs face flushed.
âKelâŠâ He gently tried to stop him, but Kel just continued.
âNah, I mean, Brandiâs right. Mikhaelâs a bozo. He pays girls to pretend to like him and picked a fight with me and Sunny for no reason.â
Brandi turned towards Bebe with a pointed tilt of her head. âSee Kel agrees with me.â
Bebe, however, just hummed. âOf course Kel doesâheâs The Maverickâs nemesis.â
âHis nemesis?â Kel repeated incredulously. âWhat? Why? What did I ever do to him? He just hates me for no reasonâwrites âKel Smellsâ on my driveway. Seriously what did I do?â
With a long and heavy sigh, Brandi shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. âDonât try to make sense of it. You canât explain stupid.â Â
âThe Maverick is a visionary,â Bebe insistedâlights in her eyes as she spoke of him. Hero honestly thought it was kind of sweet that she thought so highly of Mikhael of all people, but Brandi, it seemed, did not.
She pressed her hand to her forehead and muttering âOh my gosh,â under her breath before she finally said, âI finally relented because it beats staying at home and listening to another one of Billyâs rants about how landfills are a government conspiracy and how everything is actually recyclable, they just donât want us to know about it.ââshe shook her headââBut honestly, Iâm starting to think I shouldâve taken my chances over there.â
Kel snickered though he did his best to hide it, but before anyone could actually respond to Brandiâs quip, however, Aubrey walked over saying, âHi. Are you all ready to order?â She pausedâglancing up from her notepad with a look of realization and a slight smile. âOh, hey Hero. Hi Kel.â
âHi Aubrey!â said Kel, and Hero waved at her.
âAubrey?â Bebe sheepishly interjected. âYouâre friends with The Maverick, right?â
Aubreyâs eyebrow furrowed. âMikhael? Yeah, unfortunately, I know him. What did he do this time?â
âNothing, I justâŠumâŠâ Bebe paused, nervously twisting her hands again. âI was wonderingâŠDo youâŠumâŠwellâŠcould you tell him that I said âhiâ?â She ended her sentence very quicklyâher face blushing a pale rose. Brandi pressed her palm to her forehead again, and Aubrey just blinked at her.
âUhâŠI can, but are you sure you want me to?â she quipped dryly.
Brandi and Kel both snorted in stifled laughter, and even Hero had to hide that twitch in the corners of his mouth behind his hands. Bebe, however, just nodded earnestly. Aubrey shrugged.
âAlright. Itâs Bebe, right?â
Bebe hummed in agreement. âHe sometimes calls me fountain girl.â
âHe doesnât even know your name,â sighed Brandi shaking her head.
âItâs a term of endearment,â Bebe insisted. âLike Iâm his âfountain girl.ââ
Hero turned away abruptlyâcovering his mouth with his hand trying not to laugh at the expression on Aubreyâs face which said far louder than any words that Mikhael definitely didnât know her name. However, Aubrey just shrugged her shoulders and said, âIâll put in a good word.â
As she paused, Bebe beamed at her with a grateful, âThank you!â
âPlease donât encourage her,â sighed Brandi. âI was hoping one of you might be able to convince her to have taste.â
Kel laughed, but quickly stopped when Hero gave him a pointed look. Even if Brandi was just teasing her sister, it wasnât their place to get involved. No sooner had he thought this, however, than Bebe said, âI do too have taste You just donât understand The Maverickâs vision. You agree with me, donât you, Hero? You think heâs a nice guy.â
âHero thinks everyone is nice,â Brandi, thankfully, interrupted before Hero had to say anything. âHe doesnât count.â
âWell Kel doesnât count either because heâs his nemesis,â Pausing, Bebe turned towards Aubrey. âAubrey?â
âListen, Iâm just here to take your order.â Holding up her hands in a somewhat bantering helplessness, she chuckled lightly then glanced over at Hero with a smile. âWould you like something to drink, Hero?â
Hero sighed in reliefâresisting the urge to mouth âThank youâ at her, but he could tell she knew how grateful he was that she had saved him from this awkward conversation. Aubrey really did know him so wellâthough he supposed everyone knew he was probably the most conflict-avoidant person on the planet. Even Brandi knew thisâaffectionately teased him about growing a spine one of these days, but as an aspiring future lawyer, her tolerance for arguing and discord was particularly high. Hero was certain that she hadnât even batted at eye at pulling Hero and Kel into her and Bebeâs conversation about her sisterâs, albeit somewhat questionable, taste in men.
Not wanting to return to that topic after Aubreyâs rescue after she took off to bring their orders back to the kitchen, Hero gently steered the conversation into asking about everyoneâs summer and plans for the next school term. When Aubrey returned with his and Kelâs drinks, Hero was, thankfully, listening to Brandi talk about whether or not she might try to pledge for a sorority in the Fall instead of Bebeâs swooning over Mikhael. Â
âIâm still thinking it over though. Iâve got a busy course load this semester, but I think it might be fun and a good way to make friends.â Brandi shrugged her shoulders before swirling her straw around in her drink. âWhat about you? I canât really picture you as a frat boy.â
Hero chuckledâscratching the back of his neck. âYeahâŠIâm not sure itâs for me. Kyle has been begging me to pledge for his fraternity though. He even called me a couple of weeks back to ask me about it.â
Brandi rolled her eyes. âAll the more reason not to do it. Kyle doesnât have two brain cells to rub together and that level of stupid is probably contagious.â
âBrandiâŠâ Hero sighed with a tilt of his head. Brandi and Kyle had never gotten along. They fought even worse than Aubrey and Kel used toâwhich was really saying a lotâbut whereas it had always been clear to Hero that Kel and Aubrey were friends who just happened to banter and disagree, Hero was often left wondering if there was any friendship between Brandi and Kyle at all or just a genuine dislike, at least from Brandiâs side. He had very little doubt that if it wasnât for having him as a mutual friend, they probably would have never associated with each other in the first place.
âAlright. Alright,â Brandi conceded. âBut you know the only reason he wants you in his fraternity is that they need someone to cook and clean for them, right?â
Hero sighed again. The honest answer was yes, but he liked to think that Kyle was his friend and wanted him around in addition to wanting a âmomâ for his frat house. He nodded in a somewhat weary concession. âI really think Iâm going to have to turn him downâŠbut I might need a little practice saying âno,ââ he joked with a somewhat self-deprecating chuckle.
Brandi laughed. âItâs okay. I can teach youâI say ânoâ all the time. Kel can help too.â
âHuh?â asked Kelâthe sound of his name seemingly pulling him out of the conversation he was having with Bebe about Top Gun.
âYou have to help me teach your brother to be less of a doormat,â teased Brandi. Laughing, Kel shrugged his shoulders.
âDonât hold your breath, Brandi. Heroâs too nice. Weâve been trying to teach him how to say ânoâ for years nowâitâs just not going to happen,â he bantered but there was a certain kind of familial affection in his smile. âThatâs just Hero.â
âYes, I know. Heroâs better than the rest of us,â sighed Brandi, but she smiled at him too. Her expression softened. âI just donât want to see someone take advantage of that.â
Heroâs face flushed. âYou guysâŠâ he stumbled. âItâs okay, really. Iâm fine. I can take care of myself. And I do say ânoââwhen I really want to.â
The sideways glance shared by Brandi and Kel was not lost on him, but before he could say anything more, Aubrey returned with their pizzas and the sandwich Hero had ordered for himself. When they had finished eating and Aubrey came with the check, however, Brandi promptly proved him wrong as Hero acquiesced to her request that she pay for their foodâsomewhat pathetically exhausted after only a brief back and forth about who would pick up the tab. Hero insisted on covering the tip at least, and he tipped Aubrey generouslyâthe amount he was planning on paying the mealâthen insisted they should all meet up again and he would pay next time.
Brandi and Bebe left, and Kel ran to bathroom before they headed to Other Mart leaving Hero alone at their table.
âDo you mind if I go ahead and clean up?â asked Aubrey appearing next to him with a rag.
âOh, of course. Let me help,â Hero insisted, gathering up some of the dishes, but Aubrey reached out a hand to stop him.
âThis is my job, Hero. If everyone starts cleaning up after themselves, theyâll start wondering why they need me around here,â she quipped dryly, and Hero chuckled. That reminded him.
âWhat time do you get off?â
Glancing over at the clock on the wall, Aubrey shrugged. âAbout two hours from now.â
âDo you need a ride home?â
âHeroâŠâ sighed Aubrey crossing her arms. Her face said, âweâve talked about thisâŠa lot,â but that didnât stop him from continuing.
âThe weather is really bad out there. It could be dangerous biking home in the rain and youâll get all wet.â
Aubreyâs eyes narrowed at the dampness of Heroâs hair and clothes, and Hero bit his lip. âI couldnât find an umbrella,â he admitted somewhat sheepishly. âBut I was dry when I was driving here.â
Aubrey laughed, but insisted, âLook, I appreciate the offer, but Iâm okay. Thereâs no reason for you to just hang around here doing nothing for two hours when I have a perfectly good bike and itâs just a little water out there.â
âOh, I have errands so Iâm out anyway,â said Hero in his best attempt to sound nonchalant. âWeâre picking up some groceries and I might be driving Kel to meet up with our dad. Itâll probably time out perfectly.â
âHero,â Aubrey protested again, a little more forcefully.
âReally, it would be doing me a favor, so then I donât have to worry about you riding your bike in the rain.â
With a heavy sigh, Aubrey rubbed her temples. âYour excuses are getting worse, you know?â
With a sigh of his own, Heroâs shoulders twitched. âYeah, I knowâŠbut will you please let me give you a ride?â
Aubrey paused, blinking at him before reaching out for a stack of dishes. âFine. If it really means that much to you. Iâm off at 6.â
Heroâs smile brightened. Kel was a little confused when he returned from the bathroom, but he agreed it was a great idea to give Aubrey a ride home in this nasty weather. As Hero expected, however, he was a little too excited at Heroâs offer to drive him to meet up with Dad, so Hero knew he wouldnât be joining them this time.
âAre you sure youâre okay to drive all the way out there?â Kel doublechecked for the third or fourth time as they got back into the car. âAnd what about Momâs shopping?â
âKel, itâs fine,â Hero reassured him. âIâm fine. Iâm happy to drive you, and Iâm sure Dad will be grateful to have your help.â
âOkayâŠbutâŠwhat about you? Are youâŠ?â His voice trailed, and Hero swallowed hard but nodded.
âIâm okay, really. I think I was just hungry. IâŠskipped breakfast this morning because I slept through my alarm andâŠyou know I always feel a little bit off on days I canât go for my morning run.â That was the truth at least. It definitely ranked in his top methods of coping, and by the relieved sigh Kel let out, he was sure his brother knew it.
âYeah, okay, but if you need anything, just call okay?â
Hero noddedâassured him he would, even though they both knew he wouldnât. They didnât have that kind of relationshipânot anymore. On days like this, however, when they got to spend time together chatting, sorting through old odds and ends, eating pizza, and laughing together almost like old times, Hero actually started to hope that maybe it wasnât lost forever. On days like this, he knew that no matter what had happened and no matter what regrets haunted their past, Kel was still his brother and still loved him and he would always be there to try to make him smile whenever he was feeling down.
Hero felt the same wayâloved his brother with everything he had and knew he would be there for Kel in an instant if he ever needed him, but he wasnât sure if Kel knew this anymore. With a heaviness in his heart, Hero had to admit he could never really find the words to tell him. As he glanced over at him now before turning out of the parking lot at Faraway Plaza, however, and saw Kel smiling brightly at him, Hero felt a warmth spreading through the cracks and empty spaces in his heart, and he couldnât help but smile back.
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When Sun Shines Again: Chapter 3 "To Lead A Better Life" Part 2
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CHAPTER 3â
"To Lead A Better Life" Part 2
Chapter Description: While driving Aubrey home from work, Hero realizes that something is really bothering her, but he isnât sure how he can convince her that she can open up to him about it. Hero thinks itâs probably just as wellâno matter how much he might want to help Aubrey, how much good could he really do when he canât even help himself?
This Chapter is Hero & Aubrey's Friendship-Centric.
Chapter Word Count: 8390. Link to Chapter 3 on AO3.
Description (for the entire work): When tragedy struck, Hero lost not only his dearest friend but also his dreams for the future. Even years later, Hero doesn't know what his "forever" looks like without Mari in it, but somehow he finds the strength to carry on and build a new life for himself. With his family and friends both old and new by his side, Hero struggles through life's ups and downs--the joys and sorrows he faces in a world without Mari. In the beginning, he's only looking to survive it all, but somewhere along the way, he might find a purpose, a reason he's still here. Maybe there really is a way he can learn to be happy again, and maybe, just maybe, when he's least expecting it, he might even find himself slowly opening his heart to love again--he might even find himself believing that even the darkest, stormiest of times will eventually pass and the sun will shine again.
A Hero-Centric story spanning 15 years of his life post-good end. Focuses on Hero finding healing & building a life for himself after the loss of Mari. Eventually includes him learning to love again after an extremely slow burn. All pairings are tagged upfront. Rated T for heavy themes & some language. Reading the prequel is recommended.
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Tags For The Story As A Whole (So A Lot Of These Are "Eventual" Tags):
Romantic Relationships: Main Ships: (Past) Hero/Mari and (Eventual) Hero/OC. Side Ships: Brandi/OC and a brief mention of Mikhael/Bebe are the only side ships involving canon characters.
Platonic Relationships: Hero & Brandi Friendship, Hero & Original Characters Friendship. Some Hero & Kel Siblings Relationship & Brotherly Friendship. Hero & Aubrey Friendship. Hero & Basil Friendship. Hero & Sunny Friendship. Hero & His Family.
Characters: Major Canon Characters: Hero (POV Character), Brandi [Intimidating Girl], Mari and Mari's Memory, & Kel. Major Original Characters (Hero's college friends): Kyle, C.J., Zoey, Tamra, and Lorraine. Other Included Canon Characters: Sunny, Basil, Aubrey, Sally, Hero's Parents, Bebe (Short Haired Girl/Fountain Girl) & Mikhael (The Maverick).
Genre: Hero-Centric Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Slice of Life, College Life, Lost Love, Finding Love Again, Finding Healing After Grief, Slow Burn, Developing Friendship, Developing Relationship, Greiving, Catharsis, Heart-To-Heart Chats, Hopeful/Happy Ending, Post-Good Ending, Hero Needs A Hug, Hero Deserves To Be Happy
Rating: T for some heavy themes and thematic elements (i.e. grief & healing from grief and trauma. Implied/Referenced Canonical Character Death & Implied/Referenced Mental Health Issues including depression & suicide. Mentions of Underage Drinking & Partying). Some language.
Warnings: Major Spoilers for OMORI! Heavy themes and thematic elements (i.e. grief & healing from grief and trauma. Implied/Referenced Canonical Character Death & Implied/Referenced Mental Health Issues including depression & suicide. Mentions of Underage Drinking & Partying). Some Language.
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âYou know I was kind of hoping you werenât going to show up,â Aubrey teased, shaking her head with a half-affectionate, half-exasperated smile as Hero helped her load her bicycle into the back of his car.
âYou know I wouldnât do that,â he said with a smile, and Aubrey sighed with a roll of her eyes. Wiping off a little excess water, she climbed into the passenger seat of his car.
âYeah, I knowâŠâ she sighed again as he backed out of his parking space. âBut you really didnât have to do this. The storm is letting up a little bit anyway.â
Heroâs brow furrowed. The parking lot at Faraway Plaza was still slick and wet from the rainâshimmering through Heroâs windshield which was obscured by frantic swishes of windshield wipers. Though he supposed the storm had let up a little bit in the last few hours since he had been here with Kel, it was still pouring in a consistent drizzle, and he found himself ruffling water out of his hair before he turned out of the parking lot.
He didnât say any of this to Aubrey, however, and instead gently insisted, âI really donât mind. Itâs practically on my way homeâyou just live a street over.â
âHeroââ Aubrey began to protest again, and though Hero hesitated, he eventually somewhat sheepishly cut her off.
âBesides this is really for me, remember? So I donât have to worry about you.â As he smiled, he could feel Aubrey fidget beside him.
âI wish you wouldnât do that. I can take care of myself, you know?â She paused, letting out a long and heavy exhale before her voice began to taper off, âIâve been taking care of myself for a long time now...â
Heroâs chest twisted. He would never admit it to Aubrey, but that was the problem. She shouldnât have had to take care of herself, not when he should have been there to look out for herâto take care of her and support her like the older brother he had always felt he had been to her. If he had, maybe then she wouldnât have pushed Basil into that lake or started terrorizing the neighborhood with that nail bat. As it was now, however, Hero had been so wrapped up in his own problems that he hadnât been there when she needed him, and he couldnât help but feel guilty about itâcouldnât help but wonder if things would have been different if he had been a better friend for her because now Aubrey had been hurting, suffering alone for such a long time that she didnât even know how to accept help anymore. She pushed everyone awayâhid behind locked doors and impenetrable walls. Hero could never bring it up to her, knowing it was none of his business and that even mentioning it would make him a hypocrite, but his heart ached with an empathetic sadness whenever he thought about it. He knew how painful and how lonely it was to live that way, and he wanted more for the girl who had been his younger sister long before he had had one by blood.
Unsure of what exactly to say, Hero merely nodded, and after a short pause, the sharp edges of Aubreyâs voice softened. âListen, Hero, I appreciate itâI really do. But Iâm okay. I donât need charity.â
Aubrey shuffled then shoved something into the cupholder in the center console of his car. Hero tilted his head curiously, but unwilling to take his eyes off the road during the storm, he could only speculate about what it was until he finally parked safely in front of Aubreyâs house and caught sight of a wad of cash.
Face flushing, Hero frantically insisted, âNo, you donât need to pay for a ride home. It really wasnât out of my way at all.â
Aubreyâs shoulders twitched, but she wouldnât look at him. âThis is your money. You way over tipped me todayâI canât take it.â
Heroâs blush deepened, and he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. Of course, she had noticed. Still, he stumbled his way through, âKeep it. You earned it. It was great service.â
âHeroâŠâ She pointedly tilted her head at him then at the money he was holding out to her again. âThis is almost more than your whole check.â
âBrandi wouldnât let me pay,â Hero explained with a sigh. âAnd I had already set aside this money for the meal so I justâŠâ
âThen give it to her,â Aubrey insisted, shoving the money back at him.
Hero sighed again. He was almost certain that Brandi wouldnât take it, but it seemed that Aubrey wouldnât take it either even though he was sure she needed it. He tried to laugh it off, play at a generous nonchalance. âI used to wait tables myself, you know? I know how much you depend on tips. Just take it.â
âTips are great and I really appreciate it, but this is extreme, Hero, and I know you donât have this kind of money. Youâll be going back to school soon and need to pay for your books and stuff.â
Before Hero could even begin to pluck up the courage to protest and insist that Aubrey needed the money more, however, Aubrey cut him off, âAnd donât give me some bullââ She stopped abruptly, a faint tint of pink in her cheeks like one might if they almost cursed in front of a child, before she continued, âabout me needing the money more. I donât, okay? I didnât get this job because I canât feed myself or something.â
âWhy did you get it?â Hero asked partly curious and partly desperately latching on to an âoutâ from this argument. His brow furrowed as Aubreyâs face flushed an unexpectedly deep red. Though she tried to shrug it all off, she stared down at her twisting hands, pursing her lips.
âI dunnoâŠâ she mumbled. âI guess Iâve just beenâŠkind of thinking about the future. Iâm not gonna be in high school forever, you know?â
âYouâre thinking about what youâre going to do after graduationâŠ?â It wasnât really a question, but Aubrey nodded.
âI guess.â
Hero leaned forward with a reassuring smile. âWhat have you been thinking?â
âI dunno,â Aubrey mumbled again, but the look on her face said otherwise. She shrugged her shoulders. âNothing big or exciting like you, the future doctor, but I guessâŠweâve just been spending so much time in all these hospitals this summer and I keep seeing all these nurses and thinking âwell maybe I could do that one dayâŠââ
âThat would be awesome!â Hero replied, a bright smile spreading across his face. âYouâd be an amazing nurse.â
Aubreyâs cheeks flushed, but she wouldnât look at him. âYeah, wellâŠitâs probably just a pipedream. College is way too expensive and with my grades who knows if Iâd even get in,â she chuckled derisively, self-deprecatingly shrugging her shoulders as if she didnât care, but Hero knew that she did. Like with most things, Aubrey cared a lot more than she let on.
âAubrey, there are lots of scholarships out there,â he reassured her, reaching out to pat her arm. âI wouldnât have been able to pay for school without one.â
âBut youâre smart, Hero. Youâre probably the smartest person I know.â
Hero flushed. He never could take a compliment, but he quickly shoved the thought away knowing this wasnât about him. âThey have scholarships for everything, Aubrey. I know someone who has one for Lacrosse andââ
âDo I look athletic to you, Hero?â she quipped dryly, and Hero twisted his mouth.
âI just meant you have lots of options, and youâre plenty smart. Those standardized tests are just hard and there are some tough classes in high school too, but I know you can do it.â He paused, patting her on the back and smiling reassuringly at her. âIf you donât go to college, thatâs okay. Itâs not for everybody, but itâs going to be your choiceânot because you couldnât get in.â
âHeroâŠâ Aubrey rolled her eyes, but the affection and gratitude in them was not lost on him.
âI can even help you study, if you want. If you ever want help prepping for your SATs or help with a class or something, Iâm just a call away, and Iâm always happy to help.â He pushed the money back into Aubreyâs hand. âAnd why donât you go ahead and keep this, use it to buy some books or something?â
âAlright fine. You win,â she conceded though her mouth twitched in the corners. Her expression softened as she shrugged her shoulders slightly, âThanks.â
Hero wrapped an arm around her shoulders and hugged her. It was a little awkward trying to hug her over the center console of his car, but it was all he could think of to do to tell her that he believed in her and was always on her side if she ever needed him. He didnât know if Aubrey would ever bring herself to ask for his help, but even if she never reached out, he wanted her to know he was always there for her even if he didnât really have the words to say it.
âYou know, speaking of the hospital, Kel and I were talking about going to visit Basil on Sunday and wanted to know if youââ Hero stopped as he watched Aubreyâs shoulders grow rigid and her face twistâsomething sad, pained crossing over her eyes.
âThanks but uhâŠmaybe not this time,â she mumbled, and Heroâs brow furrowed. The growing distance between them was palpable again, and his hands started to shakeâworried for her but more worried about crossing a line and sticking his nose in where it didnât belong.
He barely managed, âIs everything okay?â
Aubrey shrugged, quietly staring down at her hands. âYeahâŠIâm justâŠI think I need some space for a while.â
âOh.â Hero could understand that. After all, the Truth was a lot to take in, and Aubrey had forgiven Basil and Sunny much faster than anyone was expecting, especially Sunny and Basil themselves. She was more than justified in still having some complex feelings about the whole situationâHero knew he still had them. He wanted to reassure her that that was okay, but he wasnât even sure how to reassure himself of that. All he could really manage was a gentle, if a bit stumbly, âDo you want to talk about it?â
âNot really with you.â
Hero flushed, but Aubrey stopped abruptly as if she hadnât meant to say that out loud. âSorryâŠthatâs not what I meant,â she added hurriedly. âI justâŠI meantâŠI donât really want to talk about it with anyone.â
Nodding, Hero pursed his lips together, but before he could even scramble to think of something more to say, Aubrey had gathered her things and opened the passenger-side door with a wave of her hand and a âThanks again for the ride.â
âNo problem,â replied Hero. âAnytime.â A slight smile twitched in the corners of her mouth as Hero watched her run through the storm and disappear through the front door of her house, but there was a deep sadness in her eyes that Hero knew she didnât want him to see.
After several moments of staring at her front door and debating whether or not he should chase after her, Hero ultimately decided that it really wasnât his place. No matter how worried he was about Aubrey, she had specifically told him that she didnât want to talk to him about it, so it was probably for the best that he leave her alone for a while and hope that she knew that if things changed and she did want someone to talk to, he was always there.
As he turned around and drove home, Hero tried and failed not to worry. He pushed his thoughts of Aubrey away, focusing instead on the upcoming dinner with his family and his surprise at finding his fatherâs truck in the driveway.
With a curious tilt of his head, Hero gathered the few bags of groceries he had picked up for his mom and headed in through the front door. His brow furrowed when he heard his dad and Kelâs boisterous laughter coming from the dining room.
âOh good! Youâre home and just in time for dinner,â called Mom with a smile, peeking her head out of the doorway and motioning for Hero to follow her. âKel and your father made it home in time for dinner too.â
âThanks to Kelâs quick thinking with that dishwasher,â chimed Dad, beaming at Kel as Hero sat down at the table.
Kel shrugged, but his smile widened. âEh, it was nothing.â
âGetting your father home before the middle of the night was definitely something,â insisted Mom patting Kel on the head then taking her seat. She tilted her head towards Dad with a pointed, somewhat playfully pouty look. âYouâve been working late all month, RamĂłn.â
Chuckling lightly, Dad held up his hands in a somewhat bantering defeat. âIâm sorry, Mi Estrella. Iâve said a thousand times Iâm sorry. How can I make it up to you?â He playfully but affectionately kissed her cheek several times in succession causing Kel to grimace with a quiet âEwâ as Hero stifled a chuckle.
Momâs face scrunched up as she laughed, patting Dadâs arm before she pulled away insisting, âNot in front of the children.â
âTheyâre hardly children anymore, Dolores. Look at themââDad motioned across the table to him and KelââTheyâre taller than me. And soon enough Kel will be running my business and Hero will be a doctor. Weâll only have little Sally to help us regain our youth,â he teased, leaning over and giving Sally a kiss on the head as she giggled in her highchair, seemingly, incredibly pleased with smearing her sweet potatoes across her cheeks.
Kel sat up in his chair, straightening his back and shoulders with pride as if showing off the height his father had just praised. Hero blushed a little himself, but his mouth twitched in the corners. He certainly felt old, far older than he actually was, but it wasnât often he thought of that as a good thing. It made him think of Aubreyâpractically raising herself after her father leftâyounger than him but perhaps, in a way, even older than he was. That weathered, weary sadness that had passed over her face as she had run into her house wasnât one a sixteen-year-old should ever have in her eyes. Hero swallowed hard, staring down at his food. He suddenly wasnât hungry anymore.
Kelâs brow furrowed at him, and Hero watched him mouth, âAre you okay?â
Somehow managing a quick nod, Hero tried to give Kel a reassuring smile, but unable to push his conversation with Aubrey out of his mind, he found all he could manage was a twitch of his lips in the corners. Was she going to be okay? The truth was a lot to take in. Hero knew this possibly better than anyone, but Aubrey had looked so sad, so defeated. Was it all hitting her at once after the fact? Had he done or said something to trigger her painful memories?
He couldnât stop thinking about itâcouldnât stop worrying. Even though he knew she wouldnât want him to, he wasnât strong enough to stop himself, just like grieving Mari. Even in the darkest time, he had known she wouldnât want him to throw his whole life away on her accountâthat she would want him to keep living instead of wasting away in his bed for over a year, but the sadness was unbearable. He wasnât strong enough to weather it, wasnât strong enough to respect her wishes or rather what he knew they would have been. He wasnât strong enough for that even nowânot really. He was just strong enough to fake it. After all, no matter what it may have looked like from the outside, what he had been doing for the past three years couldnât be called living.Â
And now, he couldnât help but wonder if Aubrey felt the same way.
*-*-*
Hero didnât hear from Aubrey for several days after that, and if anything, he got the impression that she was purposefully avoiding himâthough he supposed it was possible she just didnât see him when they had both been in the parking lot at Faraway Plaza at the same time or when he had waved to her as he jogged past her house when she was mowing the lawn.
She was not out of sight and out of mind, however, as Hero spent the next week thinking aboutâno, worrying about her more than he would ever be able to express with his words. Though he tried his best not to speculate about what was troubling her and if she was okay, his concern for her only grew with each passing day leaving him feeling uneasy and pensive.
On Saturday, the day before they had planned to visit Basil, Hero almost called her just to see if she had maybe changed her mind, but all he really did was stare at the receiver for nearly twenty minutes until Kel had walked in with confused questions about what he was doing staring at their telephone. It was all he could really bring himself to do, despite the fact that, like a loving, honorary big brother, he would have dropped everything at a momentâs notice if Aubrey needed him. If she called him up at two in the morning and tearfully wanted to open up about what was bothering her, he would have taken the phone down to the coat closet on their first floor so he wouldnât wake anyone else in the house up and talk to her all night if thatâs what she needed. But reaching out to her was a different story.
Whenever Hero thought of trying to check in on her to see if she was okay, he always reasoned himself out of itâtoo scared of prying into Aubreyâs business and convinced it wasnât his place. Aubrey was so private about her struggles and feelings. Hero didnât feel he had the right to ask her to share them, and he didnât want to put her on the spot and make her feel obligated to talk to him. In this situation in particular, she had told him flat out that she didnât want to talk to him. He couldnât and wouldnât forget that, and he couldnât shake this nagging feeling in the back of his mind that when she had said she wanted space from Basil, it had actually extended to him too.
He tried his best to push it all out of his mind and keep her secret from Basil and Kel who would likely be hurt and worried if they knew she was upset and purposefully distant again. Kel, at least, believed him when Hero told him that Aubrey was too busy to tag along with them on their trip to visit Basil in the hospital, but when he had had to tell Basil the same thing, it was obvious that he didnât believe him in the slightestâhis entire face lighting up with panic like a movie screen despite his polite insistences that that was okay and he understood.
As always, Hero tried his best to keep the peace and lighten the mood though he knew he wasnât much of a liar himself and trying to keep Aubreyâs discontentment a secret was proving much more burdensome and exhausting than he would have expected. He was grateful when Kel suggested they play Crazy Eights, but even as Basil agreed, Hero watched the anxiety growing in his eyes over several rounds of cards. He could tell Basilâs thoughts were spiraling to worst case scenarios in which Aubrey despised him and probably would forever, and when the time finally came to leave, the words Hero could only imagine Basil had desperately wanted to say for the past two hours finally tumbled out of his mouth.
âDoâdo you thinkâŠAubreyâŠis upset?â Basil stammered as Hero and Kel began to say their goodbyes. Hero blanchedâhis stomach twisting at the prospect of having to lie again, this time blatantly.
Shaking his head, Hero offered a âNoâ in as reassuring a tone as he could manage despite his wavering voice and sudden interest in the ceiling.
He sighed in audible relief as Kel chimed in with an actually reassuring, âSheâs just really busy. I mean I havenât even talked to her in almost a week since sheâs been so busy. Maybe sheâll be able to come next time.â Â
As Heroâs brow furrowed, he swallowed hard. Kel hadnât talked to Aubrey either? Was she avoiding him too? Was she avoiding everyone? Maybe this was more serious than he thought.
While Kelâs words only served to make Hero more anxious, they actually did seem to have a comforting effect on Basil whose shoulders relaxed as he nodded and said, âOkay. Well tell her I said hi then, please, the next time you see her.â
Kelâs smile widened, and he nodded before draping an arm around Basilâs shoulders. âI will. See you later.â
âTake care, Basil,â said Heroâtrying and failing to push thoughts of Aubrey out of his mind as he gave Basil a short hug goodbye.
âThank you for coming,â Basil sniffled into his shoulder, and Hero patted his back. âIâm sorry for all the trouble.â
âItâs no trouble at all,â Hero gently insisted before Kel interjected.
âYeah, youâre our friend. Of course weâre gonna come visit you!â
Nodding in agreement, Hero pulled back from Basil so he could see the earnestness in his face. âIf ever you need anything, you just let us know, okay?â
Basil sniffled again, and his face flushed before he stared intently at his twisting hands. âWould youââ Basilâs voice cracked before he quickly stumbled, âWellâŠumâŠI mean if it isnât too much troubleâŠcould you check on my flowers, please? I know Polly is taking care of them, but itâs a lot of work for just one person and Iâve been worrying about her having to take care of the whole garden alone.â
Heroâs expression softened. âAbsolutely. Itâs no trouble at all. Iâd be happy to help out.â
âMe too,â chimed Kel who hugged Basil one more time before they said their final goodbyes. As he waved them off, a real smile twitched in the corners of Basilâs mouth. It was only a small smile but a genuine one that reached his eyes, and it warmed Heroâs heart all the same. He smiled at Kelâgrateful his brother was there to help though struggling to find the words to say it without inadvertently revealing his concerns about Aubrey. Kel smiled back, but strangely enough it faded quickly.
Heroâs brow furrowed, but he tried not to read too much into it. This was, of course, easier said than done when their car ride home from the hospital was oddly quiet with very little of Kelâs usual stream of consciousness prattling. After nearly an hour of driving filled with the low roar of the radio and a few comments from the uncharacteristically quiet Kel, Hero found himself switching immediately from worrying about Aubrey to worrying about his brother again. Scrambling to think of something he could say to cheer Kel up, he decided to try a compliment. Â âThanks for reassuring Basil back there. That was really nice of you. Youâre a good friend.â
Kel shrugged his shoulders, but he bit his lip. âYeah, he looked pretty upset, but IâŠâ His voice trailed, and Heroâs brow furrowed, frustrated with having to keep his eyes on the road and being forced to speculate what kind of expression was crossing over Kelâs face. His brother took a deep breath. âI just feel kind of bad for lying to him, you know?â
 âLying?â
Kel shifted in his seat but admitted, âYeah. I know Aubreyâs upsetâŠor at least I think she is. SheâŠwonât really talk to me about it.â
Yeah she wonât really talk to me about it either, thought Hero with a heavy sigh, but he didnât think it would be fair to say that aloud. Instead he asked, âWhy do you think sheâs upset?â
âJust a feeling, I guess and the fact sheâs been avoiding us. Ever since that conversation we had when we were driving home from the hospital the last time, I justââ Kel stopped. âShe looked so upsetâŠand sheâs been acting weird ever since then.â
With a slight twitch of his shoulders, Hero twisted his hands around the steering wheel. He hadnât thought about that, but he supposed Kel had a point. Somewhere after Kelâs rendition of â99 Bottles of Pop On the Wall,â Hero had steered the conversation into another topic before Aubrey and Kel started bickering againâgoing stir-crazy from being stuck in wall-to-wall traffic. He had picked something he felt was innocuous enough: talking about how much better Basil seemed to be doing and his hopes that he would get to come home soon. Honestly, he had never imagined the conversation would quickly turn to a discussion about Mari and about  the truth againâthough he supposed he should have expected that it was on all of their minds. After all, Hero himself had hardly stopped thinking about it.
âYou know, Aubrey said it was so hard to wrap her head around the fact that Mari wasnât actually depressedâŠâ Kel continued, seemingly taking Heroâs silence as evidence that he didnât remember. âAnd I understand that, but I meanâŠitâs a good thing that she wasnât so tortured and miserable like Basil, right?â
Heroâs chest panged, but he somehow managed a nod. If he was being honest, he kind of felt the same way.
âYou said something kind of like that at the time right? About how itâs kind of a relief to know that she didnâtâŠyou knowâŠââhe bit his lipâ âAnd now you donât have to blame yourself for not knowing she was depressed because she actually wasnât all alongâŠâ
Hero let out a long and heavy sigh. That wasnât exactly how he remembered it. He had barely said anything about himselfâmaybe an offhand comment about how difficult Mariâs death had been to accept when they hadnât known she was struggling but certainly not enough to warrant such a big chunk of Kelâs account. While it was undeniably true that Hero had blamed himself for Mariâs death and for the fact that he hadnât known she was depressed, he couldnât imagine saying much about that to anyone, especially not to Aubrey or Kel. In his mind, all he could remember was trying to comfort Aubrey and tell her he understood that it was hard and that the truth was a lot to take in.
âShe just looked so upsetâŠâ Kel sighed. âDo you think sheâs angry again?â
âI donât knowâŠâ He wasnât sure if angry was the right wordâmaybe it was, but hurt and confused came to mind first. On the other hand, this was Aubrey they were talking about. âMaybeâŠBut can you blame her?â
Hero could feel Kel fidgeting in his seat before he finally, quietly admitted, âNo. The whole thingâs just really suckyâŠâ He paused. âBut you and meâwe didnât do anything so I donât know what sheâs mad at us for.â
âIâm not sure she is mad at us, Kel. I think she probably just wants to be alone, you know?â
As Kel shifted, Hero could feel his feel mood stiffenâgrowing frosty and worried. Hero swallowed hardâhis stomach coiling as he worried he had said something wrong. Kelâs voice softened and he barely choked out a stumbly, concerned, âYou donâtâŠyou donât think sheâsâŠdepressedâŠdo you?â
Biting down hard on his lower lip, Hero tried his best not to picture the expression on Kelâs faceâtried his best not to imagine his brother was thinking about him and worrying he was going to lose Aubrey just like he had lost him in that year after Mari had died, scared to death of having to go through that again. Most of all, Hero tried his best not to think about how that was all his fault.
âI think Aubreyâs okay, Kel. Sheâs just dealing with a lot right now, but sheâs going to be okay.â His reassurances were weak, but it was all he could manage.
Kel nodded with a slight, âOkay,â followed by a thick and heavy silence. It was so deafening that Hero frantically reached for his radio dials and asked if Kel would like to listen to some music to much the same response.
After a handful of songs that Hero barely listened toâfar too worried about Aubrey and Kel to pay much attention, Kel asked, âIs this The Pretenders?â
Heroâs brow furrowed, trying his best to focus on the song on the radio. When he finally caught a full line: âKid, my only kid, you look so small. You've gone so quiet,â he couldnât help but shake his head with a sigh. Sometimes the radio had a certain intuitionâplaying the perfect song for a moment, and as much as Heroâs heart might have broken at the angst of it all, âKidâ by The Pretenders was certainly the song of the moment. How could it be anything else with an opening line like, âKid, what changed your mood? You got all sad so I feel sad too.â
âYeah, it is,â Hero answered, pushing his thoughts away. âDo you like them?â
âTheyâre pretty cool, I guess. I was just thinking about them since we just found one of their cassettes while we were going through those boxes the other day. Havenât listened to anything by them for a while though.â
âYeah, me neither,â sighed Hero. Truthfully, besides the occasional song on the radio, it had been years since he had actually listened to a song by The Pretenders. Mari had been the one who really loved them and was the whole reason he even had the cassette Kel had mentioned in the first place. Hero had always liked this particular song well enough, but now, in this context after everything that had happened, it absolutely gutted him. He felt lines like âYou've turned your head. You've dropped my handâ in his bones, making his chest ache the more he thought about Kel and about Aubrey.
Especially Aubrey. That closing stanza couldâve been written about her. âKid, precious kid. Your eyes are blue, but you won't cry, I knowâangry tears are too dear. You won't let them goâŠâ
Heroâs eyes widened. That actually gave him an idea. âHey, Kel?â he asked. âDo you know if Aubrey has a way to play cassettes?â
*-*-*
While it had seemed like a good idea at the time, Hero started to worry that he had overstepped or upset Aubrey by the gesture after she didnât talk to him for several days after that. He wasnât sure she had even found the cassette he had left in her mailbox on his morning jog that Monday, and by Thursday, he was trying to hold himself back from calling to apologize to her for it. Luckily, he had a busy week of work to keep him plenty distracted, but even that could only do so much to temper Heroâs concern. He tried to tell himself that if Aubrey needed him or wanted to talk, she would call and that he already had made it obvious that he was thinking of her and was there for her if she needed him and, in that respect, Hero wasnât sure what else he could do.
He would be lying if he didnât say he practically jumped whenever the phone rang, hoping it was Aubrey calling to reassure him she was okay, even though it never was. It didnât stop him from hoping though, and when he got back from his afternoon of work at the pool that Friday, he let out a long sigh of relief when his mom told him he had missed a call while he was out. Taking a deep breath and trying to convince himself not to get his hopes up, he asked, âReally? From who?â
âSomeone named Kyle. He said heâs a friend of yours from school.â
Despite his best efforts not to appear too disappointed, Hero felt his face fall and his shoulders begin to slump. Still, he managed a slight shrug and the twitch of a half-smile. âOh uhâŠyeahâŠwe had a few classes together. Did he say why he was calling?â
âHeâs having a bunch of people over next weekend before he leaves on vacation with his family and wanted to invite you,â said Mom, handing Hero a piece of paper on which she had written Kyleâs phone number. âHe lives in Seaport which is just a couple hours away, and he says a lot of your friends will be there like Brandi andâŠthereâs someone named Zuzu he said he really wants to introduce you to.â
Hero sighed. It was nice of Kyle to think of inviting him, but after the summer he had been having, the absolute last place he wanted to go was a college party filled with strangers and people he barely knew. Heâd have plenty of that when he returned to campus for the fall semester, and despite Kyleâs kindness, Hero just didnât think he had it in him to fake his way through a party right now.
Luckily, he knew that he had to work next weekend so he had a reasonable and polite âoutâ despite Momâs gentle insistence, âIt would be nice if you could go. You probably miss your friends, right?â
âYeah, but unfortunately, I have to work next weekend, so I donât think Iâll be able to make it. Maybe next time.â He tried to give Mom a reassuring smile, but she tilted her head questioningly at him as if she didnât fully believe him. Hero didnât blame her. He probably wouldnât fully believe him either. Turning away from Mom, he held up the piece of paper with Kyleâs phone number on it. âIâll have to call Kyle and thank him for inviting me though. That was very nice. Thanks for taking the message.â Â
He gave his mom a quick hug before taking the paper and the phone up to his room, but he hesitated before dialing the number, thinking he should probably call Sunny instead. After all, he had been planning to call him for nearly two weeks now but had just been too busy. It was only fair that he call Sunny first. Before he could even do that, however, the phone rang in Heroâs hands.
He answered it with âHello. Padilla residence. This is Heroââ but the voice on the other line started talking at the same time.
âHey, itâs Aubrey.â
Hero stoppedâhis hands trembling so much he nearly dropped the receiver. âAuâAubrey? How are you?â Hero stumbled, trying his best not to sound too surprised.
There was a pause and some muffled noises on the other line, but Aubrey finally mumbled, âFine. How are you?â
âIâmâŠdoing alrightâŠâ
âI just got off the phone with Kim. She says you talked to her today at the pool.â She huffed. âIs that what youâre doing nowâhunting down my friends to ask them about me?â
Heroâs face flushed. âIâm sorry. I wasnât trying toâI mean I saw Kim was there with Vance and Charlie, and when my shift was over, I was just saying âhiâ and asked if they had seen you recently.â
âI wish you wouldnât do that, but...â Aubrey let out a long sigh. âI know that youâre worried about me.â
âSorry,â he apologized again, his face burning.
Aubrey sighed again. âYou know I was kind of thinking about youâŠâ Her voice started to trail. âIt looks like rain.â
Glancing out the window at the dark storm clouds and overcast weather, Hero swallowed hard. Had he worried Aubrey somehowâbeen too obvious about the fact that idle, rainy days were difficult for him? If he wasnât so upset by the idea that he had burdened Aubrey with his own issues despite his best attempts to bury them, he would have been kind of impressed that she knew him so well. Aubrey really was a lot more perceptive than everyone gave her credit for.
Hero twisted his fingers around the phoneâstruggling to think of what to say in response, but, just luckily, Aubrey cut him off. âAre you doing anything right now?â
âNope.â
âDo you want to meet up? I can return that tape.â
âYeah, that would be great,â Hero replied, trying his best not to sound too relieved. âDo you want to come over or I can come pick you up and we could go out somewhere orâŠ? You know Kelâs still at work actually, so we could wait for him if youâd ratherâŠâ
âI can come over in about 15 minutes,â Aubrey interrupted. âIs that okay?â
âAbsolutely.â Hero was going to ask if there was anything special she wanted him to get or make for her when she came over, but she quickly cut him off.
âOkay. See you soon. Bye.â
Somewhat frantically, Hero hurriedly tried to clean up Kelâs side of their room. He felt bad for going through his brotherâs things, but he didnât want Aubrey to have to wade through the mess. Then, he ran downstairs to put the kettle on the stove and doublechecked with Mom that it was alright if Aubrey stopped by to which his mom merely smiled and said of course and asked if she was planning on staying for dinner.
When Aubrey arrived fifteen minutes later on the dot, she was greeted by kind smiles from Hero and his mother and a warm cup of tea.
âYou really didnât have to make tea or anything,â Aubrey insisted as she followed Hero upstairsâtaking a seat on the rug by his bed.
âI was making it anyway,â Hero lied, ineffectively. âYou know I love tea.â
Aubreyâs brow furrowed, but she just blinked at him before turning her attention to the several stacks of cassette tapes on Kelâs desk. âWow. Thatâs a lot of tapes.â
Sheepishly scratching the back of his neck, Hero shrugged his shoulders. âYeahâŠweâve been going through some boxes of old stuff recently and found tons of cassettes.â
âWell, you can add this one back to your collection.â She handed him the tape he had left in her mailbox. It even had his little sticky note on the cover where he had written the first line of âKidâ, âKid, what changed your mood? You got all sad so I feel sad tooâ along with the track number. He wondered if Aubrey had listened to it, but he thought it would be best to let her tell him that.
âYou can keep it,â Hero gently insisted, pushing the tape back towards her. âWe clearly have plenty, and honestly, I havenât listened to that one in a long time.â
Aubrey blinked at him before she turned awayâsomething misty and bittersweet in her eyes as she mumbled, âMari loved The Pretenders, didnât she? There was that one song of theirsâŠâIâll Stand By Youâ or something like thatâŠthat she listened to all the time. She used to sing lines of it to me when she was worried about meâwanted me to know I could talk to her.â
Something panged in Heroâs chest, but he nodded. âYeah she used to sing some of it to me tooâŠâ He paused before he tried his best rendition of the little bit he remembered, âWhen the night falls on you, you don't know what to do. Nothing you confess could make me love you lessâI'll stand by you.â His voice hitched. Something burned in the back of his eyes as he could almost hear her singing now.
âYeah, thatâs the oneâŠâ said Aubrey in a wavering voice. âThough she also sang those lines about getting mad and not being ashamed to cry and stuff too. I guess the whole song is kind of like thatâencouraging someone that they really can open up to you even if itâs hard for them.â With a sigh, Aubrey stared down at her hands. âIt wasâŠalways kind of hard for me, I guess. But I guess itâs hard for you too, huh?â
Hero fidgeted under the weight of her gaze as Aubrey looked up at him. With a slight nod, he swallowed hard, silently praying that she wouldnât try to make this about him. Aubreyâs next statement made it abundantly clear that it hadnât worked.
âI canât imagine how hard this has been for you.â
âIâm okay, Aubrey. This isnât about me.â His face flushed. The words were a little more forceful than he had been intending. He hurriedly added a stumbly, âUnlessâŠI meanâŠunless youâre angry with me.â
Aubrey shook her head. âI was angry with the world, Hero, but I was never angry with you. I knewâwe all knew you loved Mari so much and you took her death so hard. I knew you were hurtingâprobably even more than meâbut I didnât know until that day in the car when we were driving back from the hospital last timeâŠI didnât know you had thought it was all your fault.â Her voice cracked, and Heroâs insides twisted. So Kel had been right after all? He felt so stupid for not realizing it before and so guilty for bringing up whatever it was he had said that had brought his friends so much grief.
âAubrey, Iâm sorryâŠâ he began to apologize, but she cut him off.
âNo, you didnât do anything wrong. Iâm the one whoâs sorry. I shouldâve knownâŠâ She shook her head bitterly, then clenched her hands into fists.
âYou know, I just canât get over it, Hero. I really thought that I was,â she shakily confessed. âSure, I was furious with Basil and Sunny at first, but I knew it was an accidentâthey hadnât meant to hurt Mari. But then I just kept thinking about itâŠâ She stoppedâsomething pained passing over her eyes. âWhat you said about how you blamed yourself for Mariâs death and felt so guilty because you hadnât even known she was depressed, when really she wasnâtââ Aubreyâs voice hitched. âI just couldnât stop thinking about how thatâs all Basilâs fault, because of what he did, how he tried to cover it up, and I just get soâŠâ
As frustrated tears started to glisten in the corners of Aubreyâs eyes, she shook her head, her voice trailing. She didnât need to finish that sentence. Heroâs chest twisted. He knew how she feltâthough he didnât feel angry, just a deep, bitter sadness.
âYou have every right to be angry,â he gently reassured her, running his hand across her back. âBut please donât be angry at Basil on my account.â
âSomeone has to be,â Aubrey insisted, jerking away from him with a huff. Hero pursed his lips as his chest ached.
âI donât think so. Iâm not angry with him or with Sunny,â Hero admitted though he gently reassured her. âIf you are, thatâs okay, you feel what you feel, but for meâŠif Iâm angry at anything, itâs Mariâs bad knee. It just never healed rightâif it had, maybe she wouldnât have fallen.â
âBut thatâs the thing, Hero, she fell. Donât you think it wouldâve been better if we all knew that? If you knew that?â Running a hand through her hair, Aubrey shut her eyes tightly. âI just canât understand why he would do thatâwhy anyone would do that? What Sunny did was an accident, I can see that, but BasilâŠwhy? Why would someone do something like that on purpose?â Her voice crackedâtears beginning to struggle free from her eyes. âWhat kind of heartless person could just stand thereânot only not call 911 but then turn around and cover the whole thing up? Could see how much everyone was suffering and never tell us the truth?â
Placing a gentle hand on Aubreyâs shoulder, Hero sighed. He would be lying if he said he didnât struggle with the same questions, but he tried his best to comfort herâto tell her the things that he told himself. He wasnât sure if theyâd make her feel better, but it was worth a try.
âAubrey, weâre never going to know why Basil did what he did. I donât even know if Basil knows why. He was just a kid and he panickedâwanted to protect Sunny probablyâŠâ He pausedâhis expression softening and something burning behind his eyes as he continued, âBut what I do know is that Basil and Sunny loved Mari and never wanted to hurt her. And they never wanted to hurt us either.â He swallowed hardâblinking back the tears in the corners of his eyes. âItâs just a horrible, horrible situation with a lot of collateral damage that we all got caught up in. I donât think anyone intended or couldâve foreseen any of thisâit was all a tragic accident.â
Pausing, Hero took a deep breath before he placed a hand on Aubreyâs shoulder. âBut no one blames you for being angry.â
With a heavy sigh, Hero turned away from her, staring out of the dark and gloomy window. âYou know, IâveâŠnever really had a lot of fight in meâŠâ he admitted quietly, a faint flush in his cheeks before he let out a light, somewhat self-deprecating chuckle. âItâs something Iâve always thought I should probably get a little more of. But youâŠâ His expression softened, and he smiled at her as he met her eyes. âYouâve always been a fighter, and Iâve always admired that about you. You want to protect everyoneâfight for your friends even when they canât or wonât fight for themselves. But Iâm your big brotherâŠââhe took a shaky breath and patted the top of her headââIâm supposed to be the one protecting you, so you donât need to protect me, okay?â
âBut thatâs the thing, Heroâyouâre everybodyâs big brother. Without Mari, you donât have anybody to protect you anymore. And as long as you feel like you have to protect me and Kel and Sunny and Basilâas long as you feel like you have to take care of us, youâre never going to tell us whatâs wrong, so youâre just going to suffer alone and none of us want that. We all worry about you too.â Aubrey paused, wiping her eyes. Hero froze. His hands trembled. He didnât know what to sayâdidnât even know how he felt. To see Aubrey so broken up and worried about him was like a wrench to his heart. First, Kel. Now, Aubrey. Could he do anything without hurting the people he cared for most in the world?
âAubrey, IâŠâ he began to stumble as tears pooled in his eyes.
âNo, Iââ she cut him off. âI didnât say this to make you feel bad or feel guilty. I justâŠI know you, Hero. I know the way that things areâthe way you always push aside how you feel to take care of everyone else, and I guess thatâs part of the reason why I was so upsetâbecause I knew how much you were suffering all alone and how you didnât have anyone you felt like you could talk to. I know youâre never really going to be able to talk to us about whatâs wrongâbut I justâŠI think we all want you to have someone you can talk to. Someone you feel like you donât have to protect. I know thatâs never going to be me or Kel or even Basil or Sunnyâyouâre always going to be our big brother, but I want to believe thereâs somebody out thereâmaybe even several peopleâmaybe Brandi or your friends from school or I donât know just anybodyâŠsomebody who you feel like you can tell these things to, somebody you can always go to whoâll try to understand and will comfort you and support you no matter what. I want you to find that person, Heroâbecause youâve always been that person for me.â
As tears struggled free from Aubreyâs eyes, Hero wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. Sniffling, Hero wiped his own eyes, but he hugged her tightlyâlike she was that little girl he and Mari had found crying on the side of the road after she had lost her shoe. He knew she wasnât that little girl anymoreâthat she was jaded and wounded by a life much harder than it needed to be and much more difficult than she deserved, but Hero always knew that to him, at least of a part of her would always be that little girl who needed a big brother to look after her.
Before Hero could say anything more, however, there was the clattering sound of footsteps bounding up the stairs and through the hallway.
âWoah, group hug!â exclaimed Kelâs voice as his brother appeared in the doorway. He rushed over, sliding across the rug until he wrapped his arms around both Hero and Aubrey. They chuckled lightly at Kelâs enthusiasm, but Hero watched as Kelâs expression softened as he patted Aubrey on the back.
âAre you feeling better now?â he asked.
Aubrey nodded and smiled slightly at Hero as she replied, âYeah, Iâm feeling a lot better now.â
As she leaned against Heroâs side, Hero patted her head again and pulled both her and Kel close. With his brother by blood on one side and his sister by something possibly even stronger than that on the other, he closed his eyes and a genuine smile tugged at his mouth at the thought that no matter what had come before or what might come after, for this moment at least, Hero was holding the whole world, and for once, for possibly the first in a long time, everything was right in it.
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