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clasps her hands, holding them against her chin.
    “If you’re going to beg, I guess you can have some of my popcorn, but you’ll have to share your candy.”
    “You wish! Buy your own candy.” She laughs.
    This is what she was like before the death of her parents, happy and carefree. I want her to be like this all of the time and if that means me taking her to a movie or out to eat every now and then, that’s what I’ll do.
    The movie was a silly chick flick, but it was funny. We laughed and had a great time. During the scenes where the girl was sad because her boyfriend broke up with her, Oakley laid her head on my shoulder, and I ended up putting my arm around her. Sometimes, just knowing you have a shoulder to cry on or someone to lean on is all you need.
    “Kane, thank you for getting me out of my dorm. I’m really glad you decided to move back to Nashville. You’re lucky that you have a job that you can work from anywhere.”
    “Yeah. I guess I’m lucky.” If she only knew what I really did, she would be appalled. “You come first, before all of that anyway. I’m serious, Oak, call me anytime.” I raise my eyebrows. “How about a burger and fries, does that sound good?”
    “Yes! Are we going to GG’s?”
    GG owns our gang's favorite place to eat. I would say we’re bias about her food being the best since she’s our drummer, Michael’s grandmother, but her food is truly amazing. The food is something like upscale soul food and the atmosphere is homey but classy. The problem with being the outcast member of the band is I’m not sure how far down my indiscretions have trickled. Knowing GG, she could accept me with open arms, or hit me up the side of my head with her iron skillet.
    “How about we go somewhere else, maybe where no one knows us? That way, there won’t be any awkward looks or questions.”
    “Good point, I didn’t think about that. Surprise me then!” Oakley loops her arm through mine as we walk to the car.  
    I notice something is wrong as we are walking up on my car, “What the hell? Both of my back tires are flat!” I bend down, looking at them.
    “Did you run over something?” Oakley leans down to take a look. “There’s a big gash over here on the side. Is that a blowout?”
    “Fuck!” I stand up and look at the front tires and realize they’re flat, too. “Son of a bitch. Someone slashed my tires. I’m going to kill whoever did this!” I baby my car, not because it’s a classic sixty-nine Camaro, but because it was Mimi’s. She bought it new—white with black racing stripes. A few years ago, she gave it to me. There is only one person I can think of that would do this…Megan, that fucking whore!
    “Do you have any idea who may have done this?”
    “I don’t know.” I lie because I don’t want to get into that conversation with Oakley.
    “Maybe they have security cameras.” Oakley places her hand on my shoulder. “We should call the police.”
    “This is a privately owned parking lot so the police don’t normally get involved. Even if we have a license plate, it probably wouldn’t do much good. I bet they don’t have any security cameras.”
    “That’s a crock of shit.”
    I take out my phone to call Triple A, “I’ll take care of it. Right now, we need a tow truck and ride to get you back to your dorm. Sorry about dinner, can I get a rain check?”
    “Forget dinner, I’m sorry some loser messed up your baby!” Oakley wraps her arms around me, giving me a hug.
     

4
    Oakley
     
    It’s the last weekend before classes start and there are going to be several pre-class parties.  My dorm-mates are going to a frat party, and they keep bugging me about going with them.
    “Noelle, I would go with you guys, but Quinn won’t be here until Sunday night. I’m sure he wouldn’t want me going out without him. Not to a frat party.” I know I wouldn’t want him going to some sorority or frat party without me. They’re nothing more than a meat