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This is the first 5 chapters so far, of my story pseudonyms, I'm VERY open for feedback. In fact, please DO critique me. I know I need to quit saying 'I' so much. xD
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"Well, at least they look cute together.." Rick said to me. "Yeah. That's true enough." I responded as I took another swift drag from my camel. He patted down his hair, as I let the camel dangle from my lips. We were leaning on my peice of s**t american car, and everyone else, save for Francis, who was gathering something from her car, was inside, dancing their ankles apart. Another drag, and I flicked the ash. "Hey guys, why aren't you inside?" Francis asked as she approached "Too depressing." Rick replied "Too tiring." I replied "You guys are pretty stiff. Relax man, relax." I nodded, and grinned, and she grinned back, as she head inside. "She's cool." Said Rick "Yeah." I replied "Well, ah.. checked out that new Bobbie D cd?" "Hmm.. No? He came out with a new one?" "It would seem so." "Rad. Whatsit called?" "No clue. But it's got some remakes on it. Hurricane, and Don't Think Twice, It's Alright being among them. "Nice.." Rick simply nodded. "Hey, lets head inside." I said as I rubbed the cigarette butt on the bottom of my shoe. "Aight." He filed in after me, and I took a quick note of the clock. 10:25, or something like it, it read. Pm, of course. I wandered over, and sat at the bar, joining Danny. He had Maggie swooning over him, like always. I looked at the bartender. It was one of those bimbo-types. She had on a bustier that kept her bosom firmly up. Tatoo'd cross on her left arm. She looked down, troubled, obviously. "Gimme' a medium coffee." I said to her, before turning to Danny. "Howsit hangin' dawg?" I asked him 'Oh, hey Kerry. Dude, this is really cool. Anne is coming to town this weekend." "Ah, rock on." The waitress had arrived by now, and I handed her a buck 50, and told her to keep the change, as I took my espresso. I sat and looked at the sheen table. Danny had resumed talking to Maggie. Highway 61 revisited popped into my head, and I grinned. How lovely this situation must have seemed to others. I took a small sip, as the drink was still hot. After about 4 minutes of staring at the table, I was joined by Brian, and his lover, Jade. Lots of couples here, tonight, I noted. "Yo." I popped to Brian. "Dude, this music is GREAT!" Brian squeeled. "Haha. right on." I responded, before turning on my stool to face Dean and Alison. They were definately a cute couple, Rick was right. Maybe the depression in the air was the fact that none but they had lasted as long as they did. I took another sip, a little cooler. The air was cooling too. I heard a sudden chime, at the other side of the room. It was Alison's dad, Gary. He tapped his glass with a spoon. "I would like.. to.. ah.. propose a TOAST to the bride and ah.. groom." He murmured with a fake grin. "I raised Alis, as best as I could, and I hope Dean here, takes care of her." He continued. "SO, a toast!" He raised his glass, as everyone else did. I stood, letting my gooshyness get ahold of me. "To the bride and groom!" I said, with a slight grin, looking to Dean. He returned the grin. The rest of everyone raised their glasses, and there were a few clinks, here and there, and a large "To the bride and groom!", before everyone drank. After, there was plenty of cheering, and I sat back on the barstool, drinking my coffee, as it was cool enough to do so now. I recalled times, back in high school when everything was a huge dramatic mess. Then Dean went to Cambridge for a few weeks, and Alison took it real hard. Then the early college days, when they were seperated. Alison had moved to Springfield with us, to join Dean. It was pretty radical.
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I awoke to a soft moan in the next room. ******** college kids. I hated them. I pulled myself out of bed, then looked at the wall. The calendar said November 6th. I had a geneology exam at 3. I slipped on some dirty jeans, put on a dirty shirt, pulled on some dirty socks, and jumped into my dirty shoes, before ******** around with my dirty hair. I arrived in the kitchen, as the clock said, at 1:34. Rick was hunched over the laptop with some MMO, or something like it. "Sup Rick?" I inquired of him, as I opened the freezer to pull out some dirty pizza. Looked like cheese, so I set it down on the counter, with a thump. "Eh, same old. Dean and Ally are ********' in his room." He replied. "I could tell." "Hows that DnD adventure comin' along? "Pretty hot s**t. I guess I just got a map to do." "Cool cool cool." "God damn, it's a beautiful day." "God damn right, it's a beautiful day." "Haha.. Hmm.. Well, you ready for that gene exam today?" "What the ******** is a jean exam?" "GENEOLOGY exam." "oh.. Haha, yeah, I guess." I cut open the pizza with my teeth, and after a little toil, shoved it in the oven, at 400 degrees. Looking over to see what was on the comp, I noticed Rick had reached 'lvl' 15 on the new character. "s**t, ******, you're levelin' fast. Me and Dean are still at 9. I'm almost at 10." I proclaimed. "Y-yeaaah. I am." He replied, enveloped in Warcraft. The couch invited me for a seat, so I took it's invitation. Laying on the couch revitalized me, so I jumped up, from a short lived vacation. Back in my bedroom, I pulled on the really baggy green sweater that I always had on hand. I checked my image in the mirror, and noticed how dirty my hair was. Ducking inside the bedroom as Dean walked out completely nude, I drew my electric razor from the left hand drawer, before turning it on, and proceeding to make my head clean of all hair. I pulled the contacts that had been in my eyes, and slipped on my glasses. I blinked, then examined myself. I looked much better without any hair. Not that it really mattered, I told myself. The walk to the front door was the same as always. I greeted Dean, and his nudity, as he was completely, and utterly, nude. I laughed, recalling his vow to remain nude for a week after his marriage. The walk to the car was normal, and the drive to the store was normal. The Smashing Pumpkins invited me to drive forever and a day, just to listen to them, but I was at my stop, that new age shop, and I was all tuckered out. The walk inside the store was normal, and the browsing was normal. I found what I was looking for, in a little bag of incense, and a big "joint" of sage. I had also found a few books, all part of my interest, and I made my way to the checkout. What I found there amused me to no end. My old friend Francis was there, helping an old man checkout. I laughed a little inside, and I'm sure the smirk on my face could tell all as I spilled my contents in the counter, and she saw me, and laughed. "Howsit goin, homeboy?" I asked her. "Damn Kerry, I didn't know you lived around here." She replied. "Yeah, dude. I thought you were just here for the wedding?" "Nope. I moved here last week." "Awesome. Where ya livin?" "Eh, down the road. You?" "In an apartment with Rick, and Dean, and POSSIBLY Alison." "NO way!" "Yeah, dawg." "Haha, cool, Go to school at MSU?" "Yeah." "Whats the number?" I wrote the number on a peice of paper for her, but I won't type it here, in case my lawyer gets ahold of it. "Well, cyah later Kerry!" "Yeah, cyah dawg." I replied, as I made my way out the door with my goodies in hand. 3
I handed my test to the proffesser (no one said I was taking spelling classes), and grabbed my things, heading for the door. Back in my little peice of s**t american car, I sped down the highway, camel dangling from my lips. I hadn't had a smoke since yesterday, at the wedding. Wonder I didn't break down during the exam. The Shins were pounding at me, by this time. I checked my image, in the mirror. It was kinda weird, being without hair, but I didn't really mind all that much. I focused back on the highway, where legality rest. I was closely approaching the gas station in town, about the 4th one that I had seen since I left the college. I pulled in, and pulled out. I began to fill up my tank, as I noticed my cigarette was still afire. As this was a health hazard, I immediately stomped it out. I needed to smoke. Then again, I needed alot of things at the time. Like an energy drink. So, upon the closing of my gas transaction, I entered the "station" and grabbed my BLUE monster, the 'lo-carb' s**t, that's still packed with tons of.. s**t, and calories, and s**t. I left said gas 'station' with my 'lo-carb' s**t in hand. I popped the tab as I entered my car, and I sipped from the glory of 'lo-carb' s**t. I subconciously shut the door, and began my long drive home. I ended up, at my home, that is, the apartment, to find something that, like many other things, amused me to no end. Eve's grandpa's truck was in the parking lot. I looked upon it with a curious eye. It was Eve's now, so it would seem that either Eve was around, or perhaps, it was a very similiar truck. I decided upon the latter and took a spot next to that truck, to better examine it. After examining for about 2 minutes, I deducted that it may very well be her car. As I opened the door to the door, I shouted the usual "Bacons back!", and got something very unexpected. A flying hug, or a 'glomp' directed at me, from Eve, whom I had thought to be in Texas. I grinned as I embraced her warmly. I hadn't seen her in forever and a day. The happiness was too much for me, and I laughed, then let out a large sigh. The next 4 hours were spent talking with Eve about everything, and s**t. I hadn't seen her personally in months. There was a whole lot of kissing, a whole lot of hugging, and a whole lot of love. Everything was pretty good. One of my favorite conversations of the night went something like this: "Well, have you been seeing your psychiatrist?" She asked me, in a dull tone. "Yeah, yeah.. I have." "Baby, have you taken your medication lately?" "Kinda.. Yeah, trying." She looked me deep in the eyes, before asking "How much are ya taking? Still on Remaron?" "Yeah, I am. 15 mg." Thus concluding my conversation with her. We decided she was gonna stay until Friday, 5 days away.
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I awoke next to her, with a bra on the bedpost, a pair of boxers at my feet, and other undergarments, and even a few overgarments scattered about on the floor. And from the looks of it, she was still fast asleep. I carefully sat up, as to not wake her, and slipped on my glasses. It took me little time to get adjusted, and I checked the clock. It read 5:34 AM. After a little trouble, due to my desire to let her sleep, I was able to get out of bed, and I joined the dark living room. I scratched my head, as I put on some coffee. Starbucks, of course, cause that's what Rick just happened to pick out. Medium roast. I sat on the couch, and watched as some kind of news flashed across the screen. Something about Shi'ites or some s**t. About 10 minutes into the broadcast, I noticed the sun was rising. I walked out to the balcony, in nothing but the bowie shirt from the day before, and a pair of boxers. I sat in one of our little peice of s**t plastic chairs, and lit up a camel. I flipped open my little copy of the Dhammapada that I had bought at that little copy of the new age shop. I read the first couple lines... All that we are is the result of what we have thought: it is founded on our thoughts, it is made up of our thoughts. I instantly applied it to everything that I was. I smiled, but felt a little dejected at the same time. I continued to read for a little while longer. Alison joined me after a while. "Hey Kerry, what's up?" "Eh, nothing, I guess, how are you?" "Pretty good" She said with a smile. She was obviously still very elated from the fact that she had gotten married to her teenhood sweetheart. "Right on. How's the newlywedhood goin'?" "Ohhh, it's amazing." I smiled. She continued. "Dean is such an amazing guy. I'm so glad to be with him." "Yeah, he's a good guy." I agreed I took another drag, and removed the ash from my cancer utensil. "Yeah, how's Eve?" "Pretty good. It was a major surprise to see her." "Yeah, surprised me too." "She came for the wedding, just forgot what day it was on." "Aww.. that's nice." "Yeah. Hey, is my coffee pot full?" Leaning into the house, she replied "Yeah, it is." "Alright, cool" I replied as I took another drag "I'm gonna go grab some." I told her, as I stood and entered the kitchen/living room. I filled my favorite mug with some of the rich coffee, and rejoined Alison on the balcony. "Dude, how long you staying?" I asked her "I'm not sure. You okay with me staying?" "Yeah sure, dawg." "Then I may just stay for a while.." "Go for it" I put out my finished cigarette, and took a sip of coffee, as it was still VERY hot. "Cool, I'm gonna go get Dean up, his comparative thought exam is today." "Aight, I'm gonna sit here, I guess." With that, she walked inside, and I was left to sit there, I guess. Another sip from my coffee, and I was once again, lost in my book.
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The day began a normal one, with coffee and cigarettes, and after taking a shower, and carefully shaving my head, I wiggled into some clean clothes that I had prepared, namely a pumpkins shirt, and a pair of jeans, and I pulled on a favorite baseball hat. It was just red. Simple. In the kitchen, I slipped into my slippers, popped a burrito in the oven, as it was about 11, kinda lunch time. After setting the microwave to 3:27 seconds (I liked odd numbers in my cooking), I sat down for a bit of the old CoD, with Bob Saget (Inside joke, within Rick and I). The day was feeling pretty good to me, thus far, so I lit up a camel, turned on some of the old Slayer, and cranked up some Nazi owning. After indulging in some team deathmatch, for say.. an hour or so, I was joined by Dean, and his nude c**k. He popped in a burrito as well, and we kinda just, talked about s**t. He tossed me a red bull, and I chugged it. Rick emerged from his cave about noon15, and sat watching tv with Dean, reluctant, because of his nudity.
Peace Love And Skate · Mon May 07, 2007 @ 06:19am · 0 Comments |
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