“That. Is. Awesome,” I said, looking back at Camryn and Andrew. “Who are they?”
“Orpheus and Eurydice,” Andrew answered. “From the Greek legend.”
“A tragic tale of true love,” Camryn added.
Andrew squeezed his arms around her.
“Well, nothing seems tragic about the two of you,” Tate said and lit up a cigarette.
I finally managed to pry myself away. “I think it’s beautiful,” I said as I made my way back to sit between Elias’s legs. “And I guess it better be, because I know that had to hurt like hell.”
“Yeah, it definitely hurt,” Camryn said. “But it was worth every hour of pain.”
We all sat around the blazing bonfire and talked mostly about benign things for a long time, but it didn’t take long for Camryn and me to hit it off. Even before she started getting buzzed and overly talkative, we talked more than anyone. Normally it would be me and Grace, but she was too wrapped up in Caleb this time to be my sidekick. At one point, I was so into my conversation with Camryn, and I felt so comfortable with her, that I almost slipped up and mentioned we lived in Georgia. Elias noticed how close I was getting to saying things I shouldn’t, and that was when he entered the conversation and started talking about concerts we had all been to.
“Maroon 5 are great live,” I said.
“I know!” Camryn said with excitement in her eyes. “I saw them in concert with my best friend, Nat, and they were amazing! Not too many bands who sound almost just like they do on their album.”
“Yeah, that’s the truth,” I said and took the last drink of my beer. “Did you say you’re from North Carolina?”
Camryn sat Indian style on the sand.
“Yeah, but Andrew and I don’t really live there now.”
“Where do you live?” Tate asked. He took a long pull from his cigarette and held the smoke in his lungs. “Texas?”
“No, we sort of… travel,” Camryn said. She had pretty bright blue eyes; I’d noticed them when the light from the fire hit her face at just the right angle. And a cute, oval-shaped face.
“Travel?” I asked. “What, like driving around in an RV?”
“Not exactly,” Camryn said. “We just have the car.”
“Why do you travel?” Johanna asked.
I saw the way Andrew looked at her upon hearing her voice, and he wasn’t pleased, to say the least. It was pretty obvious he had noticed the way she had been eyeballing him all night. He ignored her and looked back over at us. “We play music together.”
“What, you’re like in a band?” Johanna asked with a valley-girl accent.
I rolled my eyes. Her desperation was getting ridiculous.
Andrew looked right at her this time, which kind of surprised me. “Sort of,” he said, but that’s all the answer he gave her. I realized it was intentional.
“What kind of music do you play?” Caleb asked. He sat, as usual, between Grace and Johanna, not caring in the slightest what anyone thought of him being with two girls.
Andrew took a drink of his beer and answered, “Classic rock, blues and folk rock, stuff like that.”
“You’ll have to play for us!” I said excitedly. I was buzzed myself by this time.
Camryn turned around to look at Andrew, and she was animated by the idea. “You could. You’ve got the acoustic in the backseat.”
“Nah, I’m not up to it right now,” Andrew said.
“Oh come on, baby, why not?”
“Yeah, man, if you’ve got a guitar with you and know how to play, that’d be awesome,” Tate jumped in.
Caving to the peer pressure, and probably more so to not wanting to say no to his fiancée, Andrew got up and walked to his car. He came back carrying a guitar.
“You’re going to sing with me,” he said to Camryn as he sat back down beside her.
“Nooo! I’m too buzzed!” She kissed him on the mouth and sat next to me and Elias, probably to get out of it.
“All right, what do you want me to sing?” Andrew asked.
“Hey, whatever you feel like, man,” Tate said.
Andrew sat there in thought for a moment as though shuffling through a hundred different songs in his mind and decided on “Ain’t No Sunshine” by Bill Withers. My mom used to listen to that song all the time, so I was no stranger to it. And damn, Andrew could sing. As if he wasn’t already tattooed and gorgeous and could play the guitar like a pro, his voice was something to be reckoned with. I sat up between Elias’s legs, my body swaying side to side with the music, letting it run through me.
All of us were getting into it, even Elias, who wasn’t at all threatened by Andrew, because he knew he had no reason to be. I’d made sure of that early on.
Andrew belted out the last chorus and the song ended.
“That was great!” I said excitedly.
“Man, you weren’t f**kin’ playing’ around,” Tate said and lit up a joint.
“Play another one,” I said, laying back against Elias. He wrapped me in his arms, and I felt his chin press softly against the top of my head.
Tate passed the joint to Camryn first but she just looked at it for a moment. She shook her head at Tate and said, “No thanks—I think I’ll just stick to liquor tonight.”
Andrew played a few more songs by the bonfire and Camryn finally did sing one with him. They were both very talented. I thought they should be playing shows somewhere.
Tate came back from the Jeep carrying a stack of Solo cups, a bottle of Seagram’s 7, and a bottle of Sprite. Jen went to work mixing drinks and passing them around.
“Have at it, man,” Tate urged Andrew. “Don’t worry about driving anywhere tonight. Cops don’t even know about this place.”
“Yeah, sure, I’ll have a cup,” Andrew said.
When it came Camryn’s turn, the two of them went back and forth about whether or not it was a good idea, but ultimately she decided that it was. She had already turned down the joint.
Maybe it was the weed and the alcohol, but before too long I was talking to Camryn about, of all things, tampon brands and eventually the best kind of shampoo. She asked me about my bracelets, to which I made sure not to let her get as close as Grace had the other night at the beach house, worried it would be a similar scene all over again. I could open up to Elias about what I did, but no one else out here had any business knowing. The music continuously funneled from the Jeep.