The Fading Trilogy: Fading, Freeing, Falling: Includes 2 BONUS short stories

by E. K. Blair

  “Well, for his sake, let’s hope you’re full of shit and your eavesdropping skills suck.”

  The ringing of my phone interrupts us. I look to see that it’s Gavin before I answer.

  “Hey, what’s up?” I say.

  “You at home?”

  “No. I’m at the bar.”

  “Even better. I wanted to drop off some tickets that I can’t use for a concert this Saturday.”

  “Dude, I’m not in the mood to hit up another club.”

  “No club, man. It’s a private concert over at Spines.”

  “The book store?” I ask.

  “Yeah. My boss gave me a few tickets, but I had another work thing come up, and I have to bail. You want ‘em? It’s for The xx. They’re in town for a couple days before their overseas tour,” he explains.

  “Yeah, definitely, man,” I respond. That’s one band I’ve been dying to see, but never had the chance before now.

  “Great. Don’t go anywhere. I’m about five minutes away.”

  “Later,” I say before hanging up.

  After Gavin dropped off the tickets the other day, I wound up running into Jase when I made it to the gym. We spent a couple hours lifting, and he took a few of the tickets off my hands, saying that he would go with Mark and bring along one of his friends, who I assume is the same person that Mark was telling me about a while back. We also made plans for the three of us to head down to Mount Rainier to go hiking next weekend.

  After talking to my mom, I’m now running a bit late. I take a quick shower, fix my hair, and throw on my typical dark jeans, grey shirt, and black boots. I make my way downstairs and grab my jacket before I head out. The night is misty as I drive across town to Spines, a local book and music shop that has managed to stay open and alive while most of the others have closed.

  I swing by one of the many espresso stands in this town and grab a cup of coffee. I don’t plan on drinking tonight, so I need the buzz of caffeine to keep me going since I was up so early this morning.

  I pull into Spines and park my jeep. When I walk in, the place is dimly lit, with people everywhere. The store is small, so even though there aren’t too many people here, it feels like there are. The band is already playing, and I leave my jacket on one of the coat racks before spotting Mark.

  He’s by himself, hanging out next to a low bookcase, and I make my way over.

  “Hey, Mark.”

  He turns around and claps my arm. “Hey. You just get here?”

  “Yeah. Where’s Jase?” I ask.

  “He’s grabbing a few beers,” he responds. “There he is,” he says as he looks over my shoulder.

  When I turn around, I’m taken by surprise when I see that Jase’s friend is her. Her eyes catch mine, and she coughs against the sip of beer she just took, looking shocked to see me just as I am her.

  She’s dressed casually in a long-sleeved, white v-neck shirt, jeans, and worn, brown leather boots that run up to just below her knees. She stands small next to Jase when she speaks, “You again.”

  “You two know each other?” Mark asks.

  “Not really,” I answer, finally breaking my eyes away from her.

  “He’s come into Common Grounds a couple times to get coffee. How do you guys know each other?” she asks Mark.

  “He owns Blur, where the band has been playing lately.”

  “And the guy who gave me the tickets,” Jase says and then turns to me and adds, “Thanks, man.”

  “No problem at all,” I tell him and flick my eyes over to the girl, only to see she now has her back to me as she listens to the band play.

  Mark and I go find a table to sit down while Jase stays back for a moment with his friend. I still don’t know her name. I sit down and look over at them. She looks upset when Jase reaches down and holds her hand. I immediately wonder if her mood has something to do with me being here. God, why am I feeling so self-conscious?

  They start heading over, and she sits down across from me, slipping her leopard scarf off her neck and laying it on the table. The two times I’ve seen her, her hair has been pulled up, messy, but for some reason, it looked good on her. Tonight it’s down, thick and layered. She pulls my focus when she says, “I’m sorry, but I never caught your name.”

  I smile. I don’t know why, but something about her is intriguing, so I let it linger on my lips when I tell her, “Ryan. Ryan Campbell.”

  “I’m Candace.” She looks at my cup of coffee, and teases, “Ever drink anything besides coffee?”

  “I work a lot of late nights.”

  “So, Ryan,” Jase starts, “Candace will be graduating this year as well. She’s a dance major.”

  I notice Candace looking annoyed at Jase for saying that, but I shrug it off and ask her, “Dance. What kind?”

  “Ballet,” she tells me and then takes a sip of her beer.

  “Can’t say I know anything about that,” I say with light laughter.

  “It’s okay. Nobody ever does.”

  This chick seems way out of the realm of the girls I normally talk to. A ballerina? I find myself wanting to keep her talking because I like the sound of her soft voice. “So, I take it you’re the best friend who loves this band?” I question, nodding my head toward the stage.

  She shifts, almost nervously, in her seat. “Yeah.”

  She looks over at Jase, who is sitting next to her, and I watch their silent exchange, unsure of what’s going on. I think back to what I’ve heard Mark say about this girl.

  “She’s going through some heavy stuff . . . Jase is staying the night with her.”

  Watching her peel off the label on her beer bottle, I try to push whatever is bothering her away, and ask, “So, Candace, what do you plan on doing when you finish school?”

  When she looks up at me, I notice the coloring of her eyes. They’re a light gold that almost flake into a deep emerald green.

  “I hope to dance professionally while time allows. Not sure where that will happen. New York was always the plan, but I’m not so sure now.” She looks over to Jase again, but he’s engrossed in a conversation with Mark. I notice one of her brows twitch up. Nervous tick. I wonder if she’s even aware that she has one.

  Man, this girl is easily distracted. I bring her back in when I say, “I love New York. You ever been?”

  “Yeah, several times. It’s a great city. I actually lived there the summer before my senior year of high school. I had a scholarship to one of the conservatories in the city.”

  “So, your parents just let you live there alone for the summer?” I ask, surprised that a parent would let their teenage daughter run off to New York City all by herself.

  “Umm, yeah. My parents are . . . well, not your typical involved parents,” she tries to explain.

  Moving past it, I continue, “So, that’s where you’d like to wind up then?”

  “That’s the plan,” she says with a hint of a smile, which also reveals a hint of a dimple in her right cheek.

  Damn, I feel like a deprived puppy, infatuated over details of a chick I don’t even know.

  “What are you two talking about?” Mark asks, and I take the distraction, answering, “New York City.”

  The band starts in on another song, and I know it well—’Infinity.’ I watch Candace stand and walk back to the bookcase Mark was at earlier. The three of us get up and follow her over, and I step next to her, resting my elbows on the bookcase as I lean forward.

  I listen to the music, all the while feeling her eyes on me. I know I shouldn’t look, but I do anyway, catching her. She gives me a soft grin and turns her attention back to the band.

  Mark and Jase head to the bar, and I notice Candace taking a step back. I don’t look at her. I don’t want her to know that I want to. I’m not even sure I know why I want to—but I do. I keep my eyes forward, and when I can’t help myself, I turn my head back to see her eyes locked on me. She’s flustered as she stumbles around and runs smack into Mark, whispering something in his e
ar. Mark turns to Jase, and when he does, Jase steps over and asks her, “You ready to go?”

  Mark looks to me and says, “Hey, man. It was good seeing ya. We’ll catch up later this week.”

  “Yeah, catch you later,” I tell him and then hold my hand out to Candace. “I’m glad I ran into you again.”

  Hesitantly, she slips her hand into mine, and I like the way it feels.

  “Yeah, it was nice,” she says, quickly pulling her hand back and turning to leave.

  Interactions with this girl are weird. Jase told me, when I gave him the tickets, that the friend he wanted to bring didn’t do well with crowds. Maybe the small space was making her uncomfortable.

  Looking over, I spot her leopard scarf still lying on the table. I go over and pick it up. The greedy man in me is happy that she left this behind, giving me an excuse to see her again. The pull of this girl has me confounded, and I know I should make the smart move and stay away.

  Coming back from the gym, I finally make the decision to just go and see her. I could just as easily give the scarf she left behind the other day to Mark, but I keep holding on to it. I’ve never chased a girl. It’s always been the opposite. But I’m curious to get to know her and that curiosity surprises me, but I decide to go with it.

  I take my time getting cleaned up. I’m not even sure if she’s gonna be at work, but I’ll take the chance and stop by before I head into the bar for a few hours. When I walk downstairs, I look out the large windows to see that it’s another rainy day. Grey and cold.

  Shrugging on my jacket, I walk over to the coffee table to grab her scarf. Her scent is encased in the fabric. Light and floral. I laugh at myself for being so shot with this girl that I actually smelled it the other night.

  When I pull up to the coffee shop, I park my jeep and pick up the scarf. Why am I nervous? Walking through the door, I immediately spot her and happiness swarms, thankful that she’s here and I didn’t miss an opportunity to see her again.

  She’s talking to a chick with crazy hair and wiping down the counter. She doesn’t see me, but her friend does and gives me a smirk as she continues to talk to Candace. Finally, looking over her shoulder, she spots me as I make my way to the counter.

  “You’re gonna get an ulcer,” she teases, and it’s cute as hell.

  I laugh and say, “I didn’t come for coffee,” as I hold out the scarf.

  “Oh, I thought I had lost this,” she says as she takes it from my hand. “Thank you.”

  “No, you left it on the table, but you rushed out so fast, I didn’t have a chance to catch you.”

  Her head lowers, embarrassed I’m guessing, before quietly saying, “Sorry.”

  “No need to apologize.”

  She takes her apron and sets it on the counter when I ask, “Are you taking a break?”

  “Um, no. My shift is over.”

  “Perfect timing.” I smile and take this opportunity to spend a little time with her. “Want to have a quick drink?”

  “She’d love to,” her friend says over Candace’s shoulder, and when Candace shoots her an irritated look, she starts to stumble over her words.

  “Actually, I . . .” she starts, but never catches her sentence when she finally gives up. “Sure,” she resolves. “Let me go grab my bag.”

  I watch as she walks away, and her friend steps up with her tattoo-covered arms and asks, “What can I get you?”

  “Coffee. Black.”

  She gives me a wink as she turns to get my drink, and when she returns to me, she sets down two cups. “Candace likes hot tea,” she says with a smirk, and I wonder why she’s so eager.

  When I pull out my wallet, she tells me it’s on the house, and I go to find an empty table by the front window. Sitting down, I look up to see Candace walking towards me. She eyes the drink that’s on the table, and I tell her, “Your co-worker said you like hot tea.”

  “Oh, thanks,” she says as she takes a seat. “She’s actually my boss. Roxy.” She seems nervous, just like the other night. She takes a sip of her tea and focuses her attention out the window.

  “Did Mark tell you we are heading down to Mount Rainier on Saturday?” I ask to try and draw her attention back to me.

  “Yeah, Jase mentioned something like that to me.”

  “You should come with us.”

  “I don’t know . . . I have a lot of studying I need to get done.”

  I can tell she’s avoiding me. I’m not used to girls not being interested in me, but this one . . . she hardly seems to notice me.

  “Well, if you change your mind, we are heading out in the morning around eight.”

  “How did you know I would be here today?” she asks, changing the subject on me.

  “I didn’t,” I say, trying not to be too transparent. “I just thought I would stop by, and if you weren’t here, I was just going to leave your scarf with whoever was working,” I tell her, not needing her to know that I’d been hanging on to that scarf for days, hoping when I did stop by that she would be here.

  “I didn’t mean for that to come out rude.”

  “It didn’t.”

  Watching her small hands clutch her cup of tea, I shift my eyes up and ask, “So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?”

  “I have class in a couple hours, then I go to studio until five o’clock.”

  “Studio?”

  “It’s dance class.”

  Nodding, I question, “You do that every day?”

  “Yep. Two hours a day except for Tuesdays and Thursdays, which are three hours. But I tend to go in on the weekends as well for extra practice.”

  “That’s a lot. When do you have time for anything else?”

  “I don’t,” she says with a shake of her head.

  “That bother you?” I ask, wondering if she does anything besides school.

  “No . . . Why?”

  “I don’t know. When do you ever get down time?”

  “I don’t. But I love dance, so I consider that my down time. It relaxes me.”

  “So school and work, huh?”

  She grins and responds, “Pretty much.”

  “That doesn’t sound like very much fun,” I joke.

  Shifting her eyes down to her hands, she doesn’t respond. She’s difficult to read, so I back pedal, and say, “I didn’t mean for that to come out like it did.”

  Her eyes catch mine when she looks up. “I just like to stay busy.”

  I back off the questions and offer her another tea, but she says she has to get going.

  “I’ll walk you out,” I tell her. We slip on our coats, and she gathers her things before we head out into the rain. She nods her head to a sporty, white Acura, and we start walking that way.

  “Thanks for the tea,” she tells me as she opens her door and slides into her seat.

  Gripping the frame of her car, I lean in slightly and say, “Think about Rainier.”

  “I will,” she tells me with fake intent, but I laugh it off and shut her door before she pulls away.

  I hop into my car and head to the bar. When I get there, I go upstairs to my office and run into Max in the hall.

  “Hey, boss. I didn’t know you were coming in today.”

  “Yeah, I need to get a few things done. I’m not staying tonight though.” I had made plans with Mark and Jase to go shoot pool, so when I leave here I’m gonna hang out with Jase at his place before we head out.

  “You seem upbeat,” he remarks as he follows me into my office.

  Shutting the door, I walk over to my desk and take a seat. “So you know that girl from the coffee shop I told you about the other week?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I had coffee with her this morning,” I tell him.

  “What? Why?”

  “Turns out, she’s friends with Jase and Mark. I ran into them a few nights ago, and she was with them.”

  He looks at me with a curious tilt of his head, and I admit, “It’s weird.”

  “What
’s weird?”

  “Her. I mean . . .” I can’t seem to find the words to explain what I’m trying to say, but he jumps in and asks, “You like her?”

  “I don’t know her,” I immediately defend, knowing that the first word that came to my mind was yes.

  “You don’t have to know her.”

  Sitting back in my chair, I tell him, “There’s this pull she has that no one has ever had on me before. But she’s not like any of the girls I’ve ever been with.”

  He laughs at me and says, “That’s probably a good thing.”

  I laugh with him for a second. “She’s a ballerina.”

  “No shit? So why is she hanging out with you?” he teases.

  “That’s the thing . . . I don’t know. She’s really standoffish, and I can’t figure out why.”

  “Maybe she’s just not into you. That is possible, you know?” he jokes with a knowing grin on his face.

  “Yeah, man. I know,” I give him right back. “But it isn’t that obvious. More like she’s got thick boundaries. I dunno.”

  “You gonna see her again?”

  “I have no idea. She’s very evasive.”

  “I think I like this one,” he says with a cocky smile.

  “Oh yeah. Why’s that?”

  “She doesn’t stroke your ego like most chicks do. She’s gotten under your skin.”

  “She’s not under my skin,” I refute. But is she? Maybe he’s right.

  “Whatever you say,” he sighs as he stands up and starts walking to the door.

  Taking a swig of beer, I mindlessly watch Mark and Jase finish up their round of pool. My head is back at Jase’s apartment where she is. She stopped by unexpectedly while Jase and I were hanging out. Flustered. Something had upset her from the time I saw her earlier today at the coffee shop. She didn’t say anything, but I overheard her asking Mark if she could stay the night with Jase, which I find a little odd.

  “So when did you see Candace?” Jase asks me, knocking me out of my thoughts.

  “What?” I say as I grab my cue and chalk it.

  “When you mentioned our hike.”