C4 antho - Chamber Four

Pool ~269~
Jon said, “Yeah, Darla, don’t be shy.”
Mandy said to Trevor, “Hey, can you show her? I have
my hands full here.”
Trevor stretched his arms above his head. “Yo,” he said
and pointed to the door.
Darla gave Jon a look and he shrugged. She thought of
quicksand―if she were being dragged under, Jon would
probably just stay there and give the same shrug. Whenever
she got very sad, which happened sometimes, Jon acted as if
leaving her alone was the best thing. He said sadness made
him feel helpless.
* * * *
The bedroom was smaller than Darla remembered from
house-sitting. There were more stuffed animals, more VHS
tapes of wrestling. The bed was covered in pillows.
Trevor looked around in the adjoining bathroom, which
had a fake marble countertop and a whole series of toothbrushes
in a line beneath the mirror. “Jon told me about the
morning-after thing,” he said.
“He told you?”
“You know, we’ve been friends for a long time.” He came
back into the room empty-handed and pulled a heaping
clothes basket from the corner of the room. “Don’t worry,
they’re clean.” He threw white shirts and towels onto the
bed. “I think you made the right choice.”
Darla sat down on the bed, pulled a pillow into her lap and
fingered the lace at the edges. “I’m sure of it,” she said.
“Though I think you wouldn’t have gotten pregnant anyway,”
he said, looking over at her. “It broke one time? Come on.”