I was waxing a car at the DX when I heard footsteps close in, in the distance. It was still a few hours before Steve was supposed to show up, so I spun around, surprised to see Angela approaching me.
"Hey, how's it going?" I asked.
"Oh ya know, it's going." She said, plopping down on the chair sitting at the entrance of the garage. "I've heard you've been quite the ladies man lately." I continued waxing the hood of the '67 Buick.
"Something like that."
"How come?" she seemed surprised.
I shrugged. "I don't know, something different I guess." Since the break-up, I had hooked up with about a dozen girls. At the bar, the DX, their house, my house, the back of a car. My sudden change of ways was no secret to the gang, and they were no doubt skeptical.
"You're really one to talk." I flashed a playful smile in her direction. Angela Shepard was nothing short of in-experienced, and everybody knew it.
She laughed. "Well I've always been this way, but you haven't. It's just not like Sodapop Curtis."
"People change." I said, feeling that the conversation was taking an awkward turn. There was about three minutes of dead silence. I was just about to look over my shoulder and see if she was still there when she spoke up again.
"I think it's a mask." She said.
My hand stopped dead in the middle of my 'wax on, wax off' rotation.
"A what?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what she meant.
"You're trying to hide a deeper issue." She stared at me intently.
I set the rang on the hood of the car, then turned around and leaned against it, my arms folded across my chest.
"If you don't get close to someone, you can't get hurt." I said, staring down at my chucks. She didn't say anything, so I continued. "I can't take that again Angela, I mean...was I not enough for them?" I asked, finally embracing the feelings I tried so hard to bury.
" I don't think it had as much to do with you Soda, people make mistakes. I can't vouch for Sandy, but if you were in Jelly's situation, how would you feel?"
I pondered her question for a moment, tossing it about in my thoughts.
"Like it was an accident...a mistake." I sighed.
Angela took a swig on her coke before standing to her feet.
"You've always been one of the good ones Soda...I'd hate to see you lose that." Then she turned and left. I sat there, lost in my own thoughts for what felt like half an hour, till my thought process was interrupted when Darry pulled up, yelling that we had to get to the high school, there had been a shooting.
Friday, June 21, 2013
Thursday, June 6, 2013
No Strings Attached
Steve dragged me to Buck's last weekend, dying to get me out of the house since things went downhill. I sat at the bar and downed a Pepsi before spotting a familiar face.
"Hey Blair. Is that your mercury out front? Where the hell did you get that sweet thing?" I asked, jamming my thumb in that general direction.
She spun around in the bar chair, "Yeah, and for christ's sake it's Kayleigh."
I ran my hand through my hair, "Right. This again..."
None of us understood the whole name thing going on with Blair. Maybe it's just a phase, or maybe she hates her life so much she's trying to convince herself of a new one, I don't know, but whatever it is, the gang is starting to worry.
I bought her a drink and found myself with another Pepsi. Blair always had this dark sexy thing going for her, but we all saw her as one of the 'babies' of the gang. Before I knew it the flirting came out, and I found myself twirling her hair in my fingers. Blair wasn't one to commit to me, not like this, but she said she wasn't Blair, and I wasn't looking for that type of relationship anyway. No strings attached, that's exactly how I wanted it. I have no idea what came over me, but the next next thing I know I'm tossing about naked in my bed with TwoBit's kid sister.
I awoke the next morning and threw my jeans on because I was already late for work. Blair didn't even bother getting dressed before heading to the bathroom. I opened the door to find half the gang sitting in the living room, staring in bewilderment. After wrestling TwoBit, I finally escaped to the truck and headed off to work. The usual crowd of girls showed up. Once Jelly was out of the picture, they all started appearing at the DX again watching me work. One blonde girl, who wore jean shorts so tight you could put a quarter in her pocket and tell if it's heads or tails, approached me, taking my hand and scribbling upon it with a pen.
She leaned in and whispered, "Don't hesitate to call late." Then winked at me before leaving.
Normally I'd take an offer like this and pass it on to Owen or Dal, but this was the type of fling I wanted, one that wasn't a relationship at all. Having relations with someone meant you were somewhat close to them, but I didn't want to be close to anybody, because the closer you are the more painful it becomes, so I typed the number into my phone, sure I would use it later.
"Hey Blair. Is that your mercury out front? Where the hell did you get that sweet thing?" I asked, jamming my thumb in that general direction.
She spun around in the bar chair, "Yeah, and for christ's sake it's Kayleigh."
I ran my hand through my hair, "Right. This again..."
None of us understood the whole name thing going on with Blair. Maybe it's just a phase, or maybe she hates her life so much she's trying to convince herself of a new one, I don't know, but whatever it is, the gang is starting to worry.
I bought her a drink and found myself with another Pepsi. Blair always had this dark sexy thing going for her, but we all saw her as one of the 'babies' of the gang. Before I knew it the flirting came out, and I found myself twirling her hair in my fingers. Blair wasn't one to commit to me, not like this, but she said she wasn't Blair, and I wasn't looking for that type of relationship anyway. No strings attached, that's exactly how I wanted it. I have no idea what came over me, but the next next thing I know I'm tossing about naked in my bed with TwoBit's kid sister.
I awoke the next morning and threw my jeans on because I was already late for work. Blair didn't even bother getting dressed before heading to the bathroom. I opened the door to find half the gang sitting in the living room, staring in bewilderment. After wrestling TwoBit, I finally escaped to the truck and headed off to work. The usual crowd of girls showed up. Once Jelly was out of the picture, they all started appearing at the DX again watching me work. One blonde girl, who wore jean shorts so tight you could put a quarter in her pocket and tell if it's heads or tails, approached me, taking my hand and scribbling upon it with a pen.
She leaned in and whispered, "Don't hesitate to call late." Then winked at me before leaving.
Normally I'd take an offer like this and pass it on to Owen or Dal, but this was the type of fling I wanted, one that wasn't a relationship at all. Having relations with someone meant you were somewhat close to them, but I didn't want to be close to anybody, because the closer you are the more painful it becomes, so I typed the number into my phone, sure I would use it later.
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