Falling Stars: A Thompson Sisters Novella
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Sean Wilson and Carrie Thompson are the seventeen year old younger siblings of Julia and Crank. Carrie is on her way to New York to start college at Columbia University and Sean is on his way home to Boston. For the next five days, they’re stuck in a car. Along the way, they’ll contend with screaming matches, giant spiders and a 240-pound pissed off Marine.
And the whole way, Crank will be faced with one question. After he screwed up so badly, is there any way he can win Julia back?
Charles Sheehan-Miles
Charles Sheehan-Miles has been a soldier, computer programmer, short-order cook and non-profit executive. He is the author of several books, including the indie bestsellers Just Remember to Breathe and Republic: A Novel of America's Future.
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Falling Stars - Charles Sheehan-Miles
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Your personal effects (Crank)
"Your personal effects."
The red-faced, surly, rounded cop behind the desk slid a thick brown envelope across to me. I opened it. Inside I found my wallet and the belt loop chain it attached to, along with my belt and shoelaces. The room had the hard reality of a hangover. I’d been through this routine once…or twice…before.
Thanks,
I mumbled.
The cranky cop gave me a sardonic grin. Have a nice day.
I snorted and rolled my eyes. The other cop pointed to the door; I heard a buzz then pushed my way out, my laceless boots flopping around my feet with every step.
Julia stood up when she saw me, her long auburn hair falling in loose ringlets around her shoulders, her blue-green eyes fixing on mine. In this setting, the lobby of a urine-smelling jail, she looked out of place, a flower in a field of manure. But appearances can be deceiving.
Are you okay?
She raised her right hand to tentatively touch my cheek. You’ve got a black eye.
Yeah, it’s fine, babe.
At that, her eyes narrowed and the hand tenderly touching my cheek slapped me hard on the shoulder.
Ow!
"What is wrong with you?" she asked.
What the hell did I do?
Just come on, we’ve got to pick up Sean and Carrie.
She turned and marched out the front door of the jail. Not a kiss or an, I’m glad you’re okay,
or anything. What the hell? Sometimes I didn’t understand her. I loved her. She was my life, but… Christ, this summer had been frustrating as hell.
My car was parked across the street. A mint, cherry-red 1968 Ford Mustang convertible with a white racing stripe and a silver skull in place of the Mustang logo on the front. I’d gotten a deal on the car in LA, provoking one of many arguments with Julia while we were on tour. What the hell did she care if I bought a car? Especially a car that rocked? But no…apparently my buying a car warranted fourteen days of discussion.
I felt around in my pockets for my keys, but of course I didn’t have them, and then she was unlocking the driver’s side and getting in while I stood there, a cold wind from the bay biting through my thin t-shirt.
Wait… I’ll drive,
I protested.
She gave me a wry look. Are you sober enough to drive yet?
I brought my eyebrows together and thought about it. I felt sober enough. But… It wasn’t worth the fight. Fine, you drive.
I got in the passenger side and slumped into my seat. She cranked the car, then hit play on the stereo. Puddle of Mud’s She Hates Me blasted out of the speakers. I winced. I loved loud music, but for fuck’s sake, it was six in the morning and my head hurt.
She put the car in gear. I stared out the window. It was getting light outside, and soon it would be Saturday morning in San Francisco. I loved what little I’d seen of the city since we arrived yesterday morning, but part of the frustration of traveling on tour was a tight schedule. One city started to look like the next, one hotel like the next, one argument like the next. It had all run together, colorless.
How’s Sean?
I asked.
She gave me a sour look. How do you think he is, Crank? He’s stressed and upset and worried about you.
Well, it’s not like I went out and intentionally got arrested, Julia.
"No, you just beat someone up right in front of the cops."
He was a prick.
No, he was a member of the media.
Same thing.
She shook her head. Stop acting like a child, Crank. There’s a hundred bands out there wanting to be where you are. You want to kill your career right out the door, keep this attitude up and keep pissing off the press. Let’s go get your brother before he has a complete meltdown.
Fine.
I winced as she took a corner too fast, and then she was driving along the waterfront toward our hotel. I could see glimpses of the water through the buildings, tourists, and tourist traps. I kept my eyes out there, trying to relax just a little.
Okay, look. I get it. She was right. I could’ve kept my cool. I should’ve kept my cool. But lately it seemed like we couldn’t go anywhere or do anything without having reporters shoving their cameras in our faces. We were going through a pack of them, and lights were flashing, they were shoving at us, and I could hear the tone in Sean’s voice as he started to lose it. So I lost it for him. Shoot me already.
Basically, the bad news was, everywhere we went, we had reporters and paparazzi dogging us. And the good news was, everywhere we went, we had reporters and paparazzi dogging us. Seriously. That doesn’t happen unless you’re a success. And increasingly, my band, Morbid Obesity, was just that.
Being perfectly modest, it was because the music freaking rocked, but also because we had an amazing, talented manager in the form of my girlfriend, Julia. Julia, who helped find every opportunity for our band to be successful. Julia, who had become almost a big sister for my brother, Sean. Julia, who I absolutely loved.
Julia, who lately wasn’t happy with me at all.
Could I blame her? It’s not like I hadn’t been a complete dick over and over again. But then again, she was no saint either.
Whatever. We had a nice, five day drive ahead of us, all the way across the country. A chance for us to relax and calm down. A chance for us to remind each other why we loved each other. To leave behind the stress and distractions of the tour.
A chance to be us again.
Botulism? (Crank)
When Julia got me out of jail, my head was splitting. By the time we picked up Sean at the hotel and were on the road to the Richmond neighborhood of San Francisco, it was nearly noon and the pain in my head had progressed to excruciating. I needed a drink and then some lunch, in that order.
On second thought, I was so queasy, maybe I’d skip the lunch. Julia had insisted I get a shower before we head to her parents’, which was probably best considering the opinion they already held of me, and all that steam and hot water left me more dehydrated. A drink it is.
I shifted in my seat, looking back at Sean. He had a book in his lap, a worn out 1990s edition of Off the Beaten Path, a travel guide to the obscure and weird all across the United States. He’d been asking for days about several sights he wanted to see along our route.
You doing okay, Sean?
I’m well. Are you? I’m concerned about infection around your right eye. Or other complications. Have you had any changes or loss of vision?
Jesus, Sean. I nodded slowly. Yeah, a little. Why?
Sean’s forehead creased. Can you move your eyes?
I wanted to growl at him. Instead, I looked to the left, then the right.
No, no,
he said, "hold