Not Your Average Fairytale

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

            “So, what do you think of them?” Wynter asked Ashleigh as she dug in her car.

            “Clover and Sebastian?” her friend echoed. “They seem nice enough. Strange that Rosalyn never told us about them.”

            Sebastian had told them to wait thirty minutes for the friend to show up, which they reluctantly agreed to. After that, he got up and got on his cell phone to find a replacement.

            Ashleigh realized she left her wallet in the car, and Wynter and she went to find it. “I know, it just doesn’t make any sense,” Wynter said absentmindedly.

            “What’re you thinking about?” Ashleigh asked after a short pause, turning around with the wallet.

            “Just—who is this person we’re waiting for? Did we miss someone?” Wynter voiced aloud to her friend.

            Ashleigh just shook her head. “I have no idea,” she admitted. “I think we’re both in the dark as far as this part goes.”

            “So, how did they end up with a job here?” Baylor asked Clover inside at the table. Everett and Arabella were already in a conversation, and Baylor hadn’t known what to say. “I mean, they’re not twenty one.”

            “Originally, it was just Sebastian,” she answered. “I don’t really know how he found this place, but he used to play around at several venues. He met Rosalyn at one of them when she volunteered to sing with him.”

            “And from there they began to work together?” he asked, making her nod. He had a question he really wanted to ask, but he didn’t dare.

            “You’re holding back,” Clover guessed correctly. He shook his head. “Yes,  you are, there’s something you wanted to ask. What was it?”

            “Are they, like, together…?” he trailed off, raising his voice at the end to make it a question. She laughed.

            “Of course not,” she answered. “Sebastian sees Rosalyn as a younger sister, that’s why he calls her Rosie. Why are you interested?”  She raised her eyebrows, her voice taking on a suggestive tone.

            “Oh, please, no,” Baylor replied quickly. “I liked her a long time ago and that was the end of it. We’ve moved past that.”

            “Good, then I can tell you Rosalyn totally has a crush on someone else,” she half-whispered.

            “Who?” he asked curiously. They had both put their heads in closer so they could speak quietly.

            “The guy we’re waiting for,” she confided with a small smile.

            “We really don’t have this kind of time to waste,” Arabella anxiously told Everett.

            “I know, we don’t know what we have to do or if we have the right people,” he agreed.

            “I mean, I know they mean well, but we do have everyone we were supposed to get,” she pointed out. “I mean, we can get this guy after we let you all have a turn.”

            “But what if we don’t have that kind of time?” he asked, looking at the clock. She didn’t answer, studying the table.

            Jasper slept, unconcerned about anything. He startled at the sound of the door opening as Wynter and Ashleigh entered, sitting up. “Wha--?” he half slurred.