Post by Dirk Zephyrs on Sept 15, 2007 19:33:00 GMT -5
Called her… Asked her if she wanted to go for a walk… Okay, where to?… Civil War Monument… She’s in jeans and a T-shirt… I’m in battle of the bands T-shirt, jeans, hiking boots… Monument is directly outside of her house… her friend; black hair, casual attire… not on my medication… Her house is shoddy, assumptions about her fiscal state ignored… Her brother is staring out the window at us… We hike down into a patch of kudzu over the tunnels… I act a little childish—joyful for being outside—and being in her company… Two ‘emo’ girls come up… Lesbians?... One in Atreyu t-shirt… both have black hair/clothing… We talk with them… Creative writing… Art… (Prove they’re part of the “counter-culture”)… We walk back with them… Part ways… insult them as soon as they’re out of earshot… Atreyu sucks… I decide I have to go… I give a half-confession of what I feel for her…
1. Were the two girls even homosexual in the first place?
2. What did they think of us?
3. Why did they choose to go to the little spot over these tunnels?
4. Why did they start talking to us?
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“Tell me again,” she said, “Why the hell we’re going there?” She was clinging on my arm as we sat on the couch.
“Because I feel like getting out for a change,” I said. I stood up and smiled at her. She was great with her tongue. “Kiss me.”
She stood up and took me in her arms, then threw back her head to get her bangs out of the way. She smiled at me before pressing her lips to mine, our mouths slightly agape before we plunged into the kiss. I shut my eyes, letting my hormones guide me. She swatted at my hand and broke the kiss.
“Hey!” she said. She looked at me in mock-anger. It’s not like I’d never touched her breast before.
“Right,” I said, “Let’s go.” I dragged her, unresisting, by the arm.
The spring was new, and the dogwoods were in bloom, and the flowers were all erupting in their waves of gaudy colors. I hated it. I preferred winter. I’d take the bleak and desolate over the verdant any time. Besides, the sunlight made my black clothing too hot and uncomfortable to wear; I humored the thought of Samantha tearing them from my body… with her teeth. Then I remembered all the jeering and the laughing when I had first kissed Sam in public.
“Hey, everyone, look at the dykes!” a boy had shouted. My cheeks burned a bright red, and I huddled up against her in shame.
“That’s fucking disgusting!” a girl had said.
I threw away the temptation. That’s why I had chosen the spot over the tunnels, anyways. The only people that would see us would drive by so fast they couldn’t judge us. Sam’s hand clasped around mine, and I looked up at her. She smiled, and then gave me a sad look, but she didn’t let go.
“Are you still caught up about that?” she said. “Come on, let it go. You’re all nice and happy when we’re inside, but as soon as we step outside the door you become so brooding.” She stopped, and I turned to face her. “Come on, smile! Please?” I did, but there was no feeling behind it.
She tried to be jovial while we strolled through the neighborhood, making jokes and hanging off my arm, trying her best to cheer me up. We finally got to the edge of the street, and I looked up the hill. A red-headed girl and two boys, one tall and lanky in a black shirt and jeans, the other shorter, but still thin. Images flashed into my head. We should’ve come here after dark…
“Ignore them,” Sam said, dropping my hand and putting hers on my shoulder. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Come on, it’s no fun when you’re like this.”
We walked up the hill and sat down behind the cement wall that kept people from falling off and into the road. She made jokes and I laughed, but eventually our conversation turned to the three kids who were standing only a few feet off, with the exception of the tall boy, who was running through the kudzu without abandon.
“What a little dumbass,” I said. He caught his leg on a vine, and swore loudly, but he didn’t trip.
“Oh, come on, you don’t know him,” Sam said.
“Yes, but look at him! He’s immature.” The boy in question was now talking with his two friends.
“We should talk with them,” Sam said. “Come on.” She got up, and I knew it was impossible to resist.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi,” said the red-head.
“Hi,” said the short boy.
“Hello!” said the tall boy. He was smiling too much; I wanted to strangle him.
“…Hi,” I said.
“So, where do you go to school?” Sam said. Her face belied how awkward it was for her to start the conversation.
“I go to CCS,” said the red-head.
“Well, I live at school,” said the lanky boy, “just over the ridge. McCallie. It sucks a little, you know? But I suppose the schooling worth the trade off in freedoms.” I didn’t need a fucking life story, did I?
“So…” Sam said, “What kinds of things are you into? I mean, what do you want to do?”
“I’m not sure, really,” the red-head said.
“I want to be a writer; I’m going to major creative writing in college,” said the tall boy.
“Really?” I said. “I like to write, too. I really like dark fiction, you know?”
“I don’t like things that are dark and scary,” he said. I wanted to hit him so much, now. What an asshole. “I don’t think we ever introduced ourselves,” he said, “My name’s Robert.”
“Samantha.”
“Mine’s Laurel,” said the red-head.
“Jane,” I said.
“Well,” Samantha said, “We’ve got to go.” She checked her watch. “It’s almost dinner. Umm… I suppose we’ll see you around or something.” Thank God.
When we were finally out of earshot I said, “Fucking pricks.”
1. Were the two girls even homosexual in the first place?
2. What did they think of us?
3. Why did they choose to go to the little spot over these tunnels?
4. Why did they start talking to us?
.
“Tell me again,” she said, “Why the hell we’re going there?” She was clinging on my arm as we sat on the couch.
“Because I feel like getting out for a change,” I said. I stood up and smiled at her. She was great with her tongue. “Kiss me.”
She stood up and took me in her arms, then threw back her head to get her bangs out of the way. She smiled at me before pressing her lips to mine, our mouths slightly agape before we plunged into the kiss. I shut my eyes, letting my hormones guide me. She swatted at my hand and broke the kiss.
“Hey!” she said. She looked at me in mock-anger. It’s not like I’d never touched her breast before.
“Right,” I said, “Let’s go.” I dragged her, unresisting, by the arm.
The spring was new, and the dogwoods were in bloom, and the flowers were all erupting in their waves of gaudy colors. I hated it. I preferred winter. I’d take the bleak and desolate over the verdant any time. Besides, the sunlight made my black clothing too hot and uncomfortable to wear; I humored the thought of Samantha tearing them from my body… with her teeth. Then I remembered all the jeering and the laughing when I had first kissed Sam in public.
“Hey, everyone, look at the dykes!” a boy had shouted. My cheeks burned a bright red, and I huddled up against her in shame.
“That’s fucking disgusting!” a girl had said.
I threw away the temptation. That’s why I had chosen the spot over the tunnels, anyways. The only people that would see us would drive by so fast they couldn’t judge us. Sam’s hand clasped around mine, and I looked up at her. She smiled, and then gave me a sad look, but she didn’t let go.
“Are you still caught up about that?” she said. “Come on, let it go. You’re all nice and happy when we’re inside, but as soon as we step outside the door you become so brooding.” She stopped, and I turned to face her. “Come on, smile! Please?” I did, but there was no feeling behind it.
She tried to be jovial while we strolled through the neighborhood, making jokes and hanging off my arm, trying her best to cheer me up. We finally got to the edge of the street, and I looked up the hill. A red-headed girl and two boys, one tall and lanky in a black shirt and jeans, the other shorter, but still thin. Images flashed into my head. We should’ve come here after dark…
“Ignore them,” Sam said, dropping my hand and putting hers on my shoulder. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Come on, it’s no fun when you’re like this.”
We walked up the hill and sat down behind the cement wall that kept people from falling off and into the road. She made jokes and I laughed, but eventually our conversation turned to the three kids who were standing only a few feet off, with the exception of the tall boy, who was running through the kudzu without abandon.
“What a little dumbass,” I said. He caught his leg on a vine, and swore loudly, but he didn’t trip.
“Oh, come on, you don’t know him,” Sam said.
“Yes, but look at him! He’s immature.” The boy in question was now talking with his two friends.
“We should talk with them,” Sam said. “Come on.” She got up, and I knew it was impossible to resist.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi,” said the red-head.
“Hi,” said the short boy.
“Hello!” said the tall boy. He was smiling too much; I wanted to strangle him.
“…Hi,” I said.
“So, where do you go to school?” Sam said. Her face belied how awkward it was for her to start the conversation.
“I go to CCS,” said the red-head.
“Well, I live at school,” said the lanky boy, “just over the ridge. McCallie. It sucks a little, you know? But I suppose the schooling worth the trade off in freedoms.” I didn’t need a fucking life story, did I?
“So…” Sam said, “What kinds of things are you into? I mean, what do you want to do?”
“I’m not sure, really,” the red-head said.
“I want to be a writer; I’m going to major creative writing in college,” said the tall boy.
“Really?” I said. “I like to write, too. I really like dark fiction, you know?”
“I don’t like things that are dark and scary,” he said. I wanted to hit him so much, now. What an asshole. “I don’t think we ever introduced ourselves,” he said, “My name’s Robert.”
“Samantha.”
“Mine’s Laurel,” said the red-head.
“Jane,” I said.
“Well,” Samantha said, “We’ve got to go.” She checked her watch. “It’s almost dinner. Umm… I suppose we’ll see you around or something.” Thank God.
When we were finally out of earshot I said, “Fucking pricks.”
