After our little stunt, Maven decided to let me in his circle. It's not like he really had a choice, though. I was already intrigued.
"Hey, Blue?"
"Hm?"
"Ya wanna drink or somethin'?"
"I'm good, Maven. Thanks."
He just smiled.
"Ya never want a drink, do ya Blue?"
"Nope." I smiled back.
"You're a weird one." He walked to sink and filled a glass with water.
"I have a question, since we're friends. We're friends, right?"
"Course we're friends. What's up, Blue?"
"Why... Please don't get offended. But, why do you have an accent? You said your family always lived in Delaware?"
Something dark passed across his features.
"You can trust me, Maven. And you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"It's a sore subject, Blue. I'm not ready to talk about it just yet."
I nodded.
Little did I know that I would never find out why Maven had an accent when the rest of his family didn't.
But I couldn't care less. Maven was a secret, but he was one I was willing to leave untold.
"What about you, Blue? Anyone in your family got an accent?"
"No. We moved from Ohio to Pennsylvania a couple years ago, and none of us developed the usual Ohioan's accent." I shrugged.
"That's odd."
I later came to the conclusion that Maven could rid himself of his accent whenever he wanted to. He would speak so intelligently, and without his usual southern twang.
"I guess. How's your sister?"
Maven had one sister, Marcy. She was five years older than him.
"Haven't heard from her since Sunday. How 'bout we call her?"
Maven thought I liked Marcy. He thought it was cute that I had a crush on her, and it would be awesome to have me as a brother.
But like many other stories, ours had tragedy.
"Sounds good."
We called his sister from his computer. She had a computer for video chat in her dorm.
"Marcy? Where is she?" Maven frowned.
"Maybe she's in a class." I offered.
"No, she said last week that she ain't got any classes over the weekend. It's Saturday."
"She could just be out, Maven." I tried to reason with him.
He just frowned more.
"She would've called, Blue. She knows I call sometimes without tellin' her, so she would've called before she went out. So I wouldn't worry." He looked worried then. Worried sick.
"Let's give her the benefit of the doubt, yeah?"
"I don't know, Bl-"
We were interrupted by the blaring of Maven's cell phone. He got it shortly after the locker room incident.
"Hello?" He put it on speaker.
"Maven?" There was a whisper.
"Marcy? Marcy, where are you? It's Maven and Blue." His accent was gone.
YOU ARE READING
Maven (On Hold)
General Fiction"Maven Castings was a wild one. He spent his life doing unimaginable things. Things some couldn't even fathom were possible. Most people say he didn't know anything about the world. I say he knew too much."
