Monday...the week had just begun and I was already awaiting the weekend. Steve was having trouble at home that morning, so he was an hour late, and I was already behind on work. I couldn't blame him though, I understood the rough home life that consumed some of the gang, I'd seen it first hand, and we never judged each other by it, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't frustrated. One of the four gas pumps we had broke, so there were lines longer than the space to contain them, and I still had massive project to get done on the cars from the day before. Finally Steve arrived and got the pump working and before lunch we were caught up to half a days work, though the stress from the morning still hung over me like a cloud, plus the energy it took to work from open to close. Jelly stopped by and began to relieve some of the stress by talking about other things, until she eventually ended up in her usual spot on the work desk reading a book or listening to music. It was a chilly day, sunny, but cold. I had taken my jacket off, even though I already had goose bumps and the wind pierced my skin, but I couldn't stand that cold sweat feeling. Jelly and I stole glances at each other without Steve noticing. He was scheduled to leave in an hour, just before I had to close up the garage. I wasn't exactly sure what it was, but something was getting me in a mood that was inappropriate for work. I counted down the minutes till Steve finally said his goodbyes. His truck peeled out of the parking lot, and in no time I had the garage door down. I knew Jelly was in the same mindset, because in an instant she had her lips against mine and was unbuttoning my shirt. I picked her up and set her on the table, her lips never leaving mine. I was so thankful she decided to wear a skirt that day. She had my shirt off in seconds, as I did hers, and her legs wrapped around my waist. Our hands explored each other until I felt her fingers unbuttoning my jeans. My hand moved up her thigh and our kissing intensified. I hadn't done this in a while, and then it wasn't with someone I felt this strongly about. She pulled my hips against hers, and instantly they moved rhythmically against each other. I was so consumed in her. I picked her up, her legs still around me as I softly laid her on the ground. I propped myself up with one hand as the other found every inch of her skin. Her hands placed on my lower back , guiding me deeper. My feelings for her clouded my mind, like she was all I ever thought about since my existence. She was all I wanted, and in this moment I completely had her. We just laid their until our breathing steadied, her head on my chest. We didn't say anything, we didn't have to, we had just expressed our complete feelings for each other in the most passionate way possible. It had almost been an hour since the DX closed, and my siblings would soon be wondering where I was, but I didn't want to leave. We found ourselves at it again, this time switching positions, she straddled me, and moved against me again. I sat up to kiss her neck, never leaving her, her fingers pressed into my back. When it came to Jelly, it didn't feel...dirty, it felt right. My lips moved down her chest as my hands guided her hips. What had really only been about another twenty minutes, felt like a lifetime. We didn't stop, until we had reached maximum high, and at that moment I thought...if she was the only person I did this with for the rest of my life....I'd be more than okay with that.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
Theres Nuthin' Like Racin' to Settle Your Differences
Some of the gang went to California for spring break this week, I stayed behind to work, so did Steve. Kit, Jelly, and the rest of the girls had "girls only" parties every night alternating between each other's house. Last night it was at our house, so Steve and I slept over at Dally's and decided to go to a drag race the next day.
Drag races are held every other Wednesday on the edge of town on a strip down by the river. It costs thirty dollars to enter with your own car, fifty to rent one, and five for admission to watch. And if you beat everyone out, you win all the entry money, which averaged out anywhere between three-hundred and a thousand bucks, consisting of about ten to thirty racers. Sometimes soc's would come by just to start fights, and prove that their cars were better than ours, though they were not allowed to compete for the prize money.
The weather was nice so we expected a lot of people to show up and they did, there was twenty-six racers so we knew we had a full day ahead of us. Typically there are two races going at once and you choose which you wanna watch. The whole thing could last up to eight hours. We got there at nine and races were scheduled to start at ten. We walked around looking at the cars and their racers, I recognized some of them. One guy always comes into the DX for regular check-ups on his car, and a few guys were from a grease gang called the Skinz, who pretty much live on the outskirts in shacks and under bridges. You think we got it bad, try a night with these guys.
We went out for lunch around two when they hold off the races for an hour so everyone can go eat or do touch-ups on their cars. I slid in the booth next to Steve, who had already downed his first hamburger. I looked across the table as Dal who had barely touched his food, which was very out of character for him.
"What's up Dal?" I asked, already knowing full well what was wrong.
"Nuthin good Curtis." He shook his head and stared at his food.
About a week ago, Rhyan ended their relationship cause she said she needed to focus on taking care of her brother. Which, in my opinion, would probably take a lifetime, Owen was nothing but trouble. I kinda felt bad for the girl though, of course I'd give up anything for my siblings, but when it controlled my life like that..I dunno, you can't just stop living your own life to help someone better theirs.
"You really liked her, huh?" I said.
Dallas just shrugged and stuffed his mouth with french fries. I've known Dal since I was little. We were in kindergarten together, and besides the few years he spent in his early teen years in New York, we've been pretty close, just like I am with the rest of the gang. I knew his reputation, his wild nights partying and hooking up with girls, even the few relationship he actually perused, but they weren't like this one. This was another one of those subtle things that I always noticed. Somehow she made him different, in a good way. Dal's past has been almost nothing but dark and gloomy, and finally something had sparked in his life...hope.
We finished eating and headed back to the strip, and to our dismay waiting for us was one Bob Sheldon.
"What the hell is he doing here," Steve asked, "isn't he a little too far from home?"
Occasionally other socs would show up here, but never Bob. He glanced our way, that devilish grin playing on his face.
"Just the greasers I wanted to see." He said, then hawked and spit only inches from our approaching feet.
"What the hell do you want Sheldon?" I asked.
"Oh, just thought I'd stop by, see how you're doin.." He circled us and then leaned into Dallas, "...though I heard not too well. I see your pretty little greaser left ya..." I could see that Dallas was ready to slit Bob's throat. "...though I don't see why she wastes her time with greasers when she clearly has all it takes to be a Soc." he continued.
Bob was right, Owen and Rhyan could be Socs if they wanted to, just like Darry, but they sought real friendship rather than just a social status.
"I might have to pay her a little visit later." Bob added.
That did it for Dallas, he snapped and laid one across Bob's left cheek that was bound to leave a bruise for weeks. Someone behind us yelled,
"Hey, there's no fighting here Winston!"
"Fine!" Dallas said. "We'll settle this with a race."
And it was on!
Drag races are held every other Wednesday on the edge of town on a strip down by the river. It costs thirty dollars to enter with your own car, fifty to rent one, and five for admission to watch. And if you beat everyone out, you win all the entry money, which averaged out anywhere between three-hundred and a thousand bucks, consisting of about ten to thirty racers. Sometimes soc's would come by just to start fights, and prove that their cars were better than ours, though they were not allowed to compete for the prize money.
The weather was nice so we expected a lot of people to show up and they did, there was twenty-six racers so we knew we had a full day ahead of us. Typically there are two races going at once and you choose which you wanna watch. The whole thing could last up to eight hours. We got there at nine and races were scheduled to start at ten. We walked around looking at the cars and their racers, I recognized some of them. One guy always comes into the DX for regular check-ups on his car, and a few guys were from a grease gang called the Skinz, who pretty much live on the outskirts in shacks and under bridges. You think we got it bad, try a night with these guys.
We went out for lunch around two when they hold off the races for an hour so everyone can go eat or do touch-ups on their cars. I slid in the booth next to Steve, who had already downed his first hamburger. I looked across the table as Dal who had barely touched his food, which was very out of character for him.
"What's up Dal?" I asked, already knowing full well what was wrong.
"Nuthin good Curtis." He shook his head and stared at his food.
About a week ago, Rhyan ended their relationship cause she said she needed to focus on taking care of her brother. Which, in my opinion, would probably take a lifetime, Owen was nothing but trouble. I kinda felt bad for the girl though, of course I'd give up anything for my siblings, but when it controlled my life like that..I dunno, you can't just stop living your own life to help someone better theirs.
"You really liked her, huh?" I said.
Dallas just shrugged and stuffed his mouth with french fries. I've known Dal since I was little. We were in kindergarten together, and besides the few years he spent in his early teen years in New York, we've been pretty close, just like I am with the rest of the gang. I knew his reputation, his wild nights partying and hooking up with girls, even the few relationship he actually perused, but they weren't like this one. This was another one of those subtle things that I always noticed. Somehow she made him different, in a good way. Dal's past has been almost nothing but dark and gloomy, and finally something had sparked in his life...hope.
We finished eating and headed back to the strip, and to our dismay waiting for us was one Bob Sheldon.
"What the hell is he doing here," Steve asked, "isn't he a little too far from home?"
Occasionally other socs would show up here, but never Bob. He glanced our way, that devilish grin playing on his face.
"Just the greasers I wanted to see." He said, then hawked and spit only inches from our approaching feet.
"What the hell do you want Sheldon?" I asked.
"Oh, just thought I'd stop by, see how you're doin.." He circled us and then leaned into Dallas, "...though I heard not too well. I see your pretty little greaser left ya..." I could see that Dallas was ready to slit Bob's throat. "...though I don't see why she wastes her time with greasers when she clearly has all it takes to be a Soc." he continued.
Bob was right, Owen and Rhyan could be Socs if they wanted to, just like Darry, but they sought real friendship rather than just a social status.
"I might have to pay her a little visit later." Bob added.
That did it for Dallas, he snapped and laid one across Bob's left cheek that was bound to leave a bruise for weeks. Someone behind us yelled,
"Hey, there's no fighting here Winston!"
"Fine!" Dallas said. "We'll settle this with a race."
And it was on!
Monday, March 4, 2013
Date/Not Date Date night....NOT!
It was Friday night, and everyone was going to be out. Darry was covering an extra shift for a co-worker, Pony was at a track meet, and Kit was out bothering her usual crowd....except Jelly, she was going to be with me.
There was always something about her, something that I couldn't quite grasp a hold of. Ever since we were kids, I was always drawn to her. Back then it was best friends/ brother sister type thing, but now it was different, it was something more. But I didn't want to put a label on it, not yet anyway. Labels are so specific, so limited, and with still trying to figure out what 'this' is, I didn't wanna impose any limits on it. Besides...how would everyone react? Dating my sisters best friend? How would Dallas feel about me dating his cousin? I wasn't ready for that. The 'oohhs' and 'awwws', the jokes, the expectations. We often chose to date outside our gang, because when everyone is connected, and when you date inside the gang you end up telling your best friend about things in your relationship, then they tell their other best friend, and they their best friend, and before you know it, the entire gang knows that she gave you head in the bathroom during science class at school...you might as well have a gang meeting and tell em all at once. Right now, I just want to make the best of it.
The doorbell rang and I opened it to find Jelly standing on the porch.
"Hey!" I said, pulling her into me and greeting her with a soft kiss. I noticed a bruise beginning to form on her collar-bone... "What did you do?"
"Oh!" She looked down, "you know clumsy me..walked into a shelf."
I cooked spaghetti, which I knew very well was her favorite, and after dinner we decided to pull out the home movies and re-live our childhood.
"Remember this?" Jelly said enthusiastically. "Our little play that we made all our parents watch...and you and I were married and Dallas, TwoBit, and Blair were our kids?" Jelly laughed.
"Don't forget our dogs.." I said pointing to Audrey and Bre on the television screen. "Let's hope our kids don't turn out like TwoBit and Dallas though." I joked.
Jelly looked at me intensely, "We're having kids?" she looked puzzled.
Uh oh! There I went assuming, and imposing a status on our undeclared relationship.
"Well...I mean possibly..someday." I blushed.
Jelly giggled, and rose from the couch.
"I have to go to the bathroom." She informed, while heading down the hallway.
I turned my attention back to the screen, reminiscing a simpler time. Our bathroom stands in the middle of the house, so awkwardly you can hear just about everything that goes on in there, so when I heard gagging and choking, I became worried, and thoughts of last week flooded my head...Jelly wouldn't eat anything when we'd go out with the gang or even at parties. If she had been feeling sick she would have told me, I knew exactly what she was doing..because like I said, she couldn't hide anything from Sodapop Curtis.
"Jelly let me in." I said, tapping on the door.
"No, I'm fine." She answered.
"Let me in Jels, you can't do this to yourself."
She didn't respond...
Being an older house, I knew that if you jiggled the door knob the right way, it would open. I opened it, revealing Jelly sitting on the floor leaning against the bathtub, with tears streaming down her face. I sighed and crouched down beside her, getting at eye level.
"Jels," I said softly. "Why are you doing this?"
She hesitated for a minute. "Because, I'm not pretty enough." She said between sobs.
I was confused, we couldn't possibly be talking about the same Jelly. The Jelly I knew was gorgeous, they way her hair flowed against her porcelain skin, the way her clothes hugged her body in all the right places, they way her eyes gleamed behind her hypnotizing smile. Who was she referring to?
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.
"I'm not pretty enough!" Her voice rose, "I'm not tan enough, my hair hangs awkwardly around my face, my ears stick out, I'm not skinny..." she trailed on, describing things that were apparently invisible, because I couldn't see them anywhere. "I want to be like.."
"Like who?" I interrupted. "Like those girls in your silly magazines? Jels, that's not real. If they were standing in this room right now I guarantee they wouldn't look anything like they do on those pages. Their hair would be frizzy from the humidity, the make-up they put on this morning would be half gone, their skin wouldn't glow because it isn't coated with tan shimmery lotion...because that isn't reality Jelly.....this is." I motioned to her. "You are beautiful....hell, you're fucking gorgeous......no one is perfect, you are so beautiful just the way you are now."
"Even with make-up running down my face?" She asked.
I laughed. "Jelly, you could walk into my house with your hair all matted, wearing dirty, nasty rags...and I'd still think you were the sexiest thing in Oklahoma."
"Really?" she looked up at me.
"Of course." My forehead met hers. "Promise me you'll stop this?" I said, kissing her nose.
She shook her head yes. "I promise."
I pulled her to her feet and wrapped my arms around her. I believed her, because even though I didn't exactly want or have a label for our relationship...I knew Jelly wouldn't break a promise to me.
There was always something about her, something that I couldn't quite grasp a hold of. Ever since we were kids, I was always drawn to her. Back then it was best friends/ brother sister type thing, but now it was different, it was something more. But I didn't want to put a label on it, not yet anyway. Labels are so specific, so limited, and with still trying to figure out what 'this' is, I didn't wanna impose any limits on it. Besides...how would everyone react? Dating my sisters best friend? How would Dallas feel about me dating his cousin? I wasn't ready for that. The 'oohhs' and 'awwws', the jokes, the expectations. We often chose to date outside our gang, because when everyone is connected, and when you date inside the gang you end up telling your best friend about things in your relationship, then they tell their other best friend, and they their best friend, and before you know it, the entire gang knows that she gave you head in the bathroom during science class at school...you might as well have a gang meeting and tell em all at once. Right now, I just want to make the best of it.
The doorbell rang and I opened it to find Jelly standing on the porch.
"Hey!" I said, pulling her into me and greeting her with a soft kiss. I noticed a bruise beginning to form on her collar-bone... "What did you do?"
"Oh!" She looked down, "you know clumsy me..walked into a shelf."
I cooked spaghetti, which I knew very well was her favorite, and after dinner we decided to pull out the home movies and re-live our childhood.
"Remember this?" Jelly said enthusiastically. "Our little play that we made all our parents watch...and you and I were married and Dallas, TwoBit, and Blair were our kids?" Jelly laughed.
"Don't forget our dogs.." I said pointing to Audrey and Bre on the television screen. "Let's hope our kids don't turn out like TwoBit and Dallas though." I joked.
Jelly looked at me intensely, "We're having kids?" she looked puzzled.
Uh oh! There I went assuming, and imposing a status on our undeclared relationship.
"Well...I mean possibly..someday." I blushed.
Jelly giggled, and rose from the couch.
"I have to go to the bathroom." She informed, while heading down the hallway.
I turned my attention back to the screen, reminiscing a simpler time. Our bathroom stands in the middle of the house, so awkwardly you can hear just about everything that goes on in there, so when I heard gagging and choking, I became worried, and thoughts of last week flooded my head...Jelly wouldn't eat anything when we'd go out with the gang or even at parties. If she had been feeling sick she would have told me, I knew exactly what she was doing..because like I said, she couldn't hide anything from Sodapop Curtis.
"Jelly let me in." I said, tapping on the door.
"No, I'm fine." She answered.
"Let me in Jels, you can't do this to yourself."
She didn't respond...
Being an older house, I knew that if you jiggled the door knob the right way, it would open. I opened it, revealing Jelly sitting on the floor leaning against the bathtub, with tears streaming down her face. I sighed and crouched down beside her, getting at eye level.
"Jels," I said softly. "Why are you doing this?"
She hesitated for a minute. "Because, I'm not pretty enough." She said between sobs.
I was confused, we couldn't possibly be talking about the same Jelly. The Jelly I knew was gorgeous, they way her hair flowed against her porcelain skin, the way her clothes hugged her body in all the right places, they way her eyes gleamed behind her hypnotizing smile. Who was she referring to?
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.
"I'm not pretty enough!" Her voice rose, "I'm not tan enough, my hair hangs awkwardly around my face, my ears stick out, I'm not skinny..." she trailed on, describing things that were apparently invisible, because I couldn't see them anywhere. "I want to be like.."
"Like who?" I interrupted. "Like those girls in your silly magazines? Jels, that's not real. If they were standing in this room right now I guarantee they wouldn't look anything like they do on those pages. Their hair would be frizzy from the humidity, the make-up they put on this morning would be half gone, their skin wouldn't glow because it isn't coated with tan shimmery lotion...because that isn't reality Jelly.....this is." I motioned to her. "You are beautiful....hell, you're fucking gorgeous......no one is perfect, you are so beautiful just the way you are now."
"Even with make-up running down my face?" She asked.
I laughed. "Jelly, you could walk into my house with your hair all matted, wearing dirty, nasty rags...and I'd still think you were the sexiest thing in Oklahoma."
"Really?" she looked up at me.
"Of course." My forehead met hers. "Promise me you'll stop this?" I said, kissing her nose.
She shook her head yes. "I promise."
I pulled her to her feet and wrapped my arms around her. I believed her, because even though I didn't exactly want or have a label for our relationship...I knew Jelly wouldn't break a promise to me.
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