Zeke leaned back up against the wall of his house, cigarette hanging from his lips. It was the break of noon, and the hunger of not having breakfast was catching up with him. It was going on three months from when it had ended, life was back to normal, finally. The kids at school were still nervous, and had a more appreciative stance on life. Thank God it was Saturday. Closing his eyes, he let just the sounds of his small Ohio town absorb him. The sounds of cars passing by on the road, his radio playing up in his bedroom, all relaxing in their simple, small town way. All very, very relaxing.
"Hey you lazy bastard, get off your ass. I got bags for you to carry."
He shot up, and looked to the sidewalk. There was a battered blue taxi cab, with a girl pulling bags out of the trunk. Zeke eyed her, for she looked to familiar. She had shoulder length black hair, dressed in black leather pants, and a black t-shirt with cut off sleeves. He squinted for a moment, thoroughly confused on who this girl was, until reality smacked him upside the head.
"Oddrey! You crazy bitch, what are you doing here?" Zeke laughed, standing up, and going to his cousin to help with her bags.
She snatched the cigarette from between his lips, and brought it to her own with a laugh. She had grown just a few inches since he last saw her, and looked quite a bit more mature. Her shirts were finally filled out, and her voice had deepened to a nice rich, cool tone. Oddrey was his cousin, on his mother's side. His mom's sister Chris' daughter. He had known her quite well in both their younger years.
"I called you exactly seven weeks ago, telling you I was coming up. I have all ready registered for your crappy school. And I am staying so get used to it."
"Yeah, I remember! The four o'clock showing on the Playboy channel, the premiere of 'Sex Court!' You interrupted just at the good part."
Oddrey chuckled lightly, the corners of her mouth twisting up into that sweet innocent smile she had as a child, and still retained. Though with her dark lipstick, it looked almost wicked. It was a nice change of pace from her blonde haired blue eyed look of years passed.
"You never grow up, do you?" She asked, shading her eyes from the sun that had yet to completely rise with her hand.
"Nah, I'm still the same immature bastard you've known for the last 18 years. Damn, but you... You've transformed!"
"I haven't transformed... I've evolved, thank you very much." She threw her last bag into his arms, which all ready carried her other two bags, and puffed on what was now her cigarette.
Zeke turned, with heavy arms, and began heading towards the house. Oddrey gave his ass one good slap, and he yelped. She only snorted and laughed at him, and did it once more. Instinctively, the poor boy flinched, and tried to step faster.
"Move it you work horse, I have not the patience to deal with your sloth," she snickered to herself.
"This is sexual harassment I hope you know," Zeke wheezed, as her bags felt as if they were getting increasingly heftier by the moment.
"It's not sexual harassment if it turns you on, you pervert."
"You only think I enjoy it. But every time you do that, a little part dies inside of me."
He got another good resounding slap to his ass.
"Move along," she repeated. "I have not the time."
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Oddrey looked about Zeke's house, quite messy indeed, but she found a fitting room to stay in. It was his parents room, it hadn't been used in years though. So he cared not. She just threw her bags on the bed, not bothering to unpack them until she felt it a must, and ordered out for dinner, Chinese food.
"How did you escape Aunt Chris's wrath?" Zeke inquired, propping his feet up on the coffee table as he sat on the torn and haggard couch in his living room, his large feet knocking off multiple, aged magazines. Mostly porn and car magazines. He was having trouble trying to use the chop sticks.
"I ran away and left a note saying I was heading east," replied Oddrey, wrapping the noodles around the sticks, and pulling them off into her mouth with her teeth.
"Why didn't you lie and say that you were heading west?"
"Because then she would know I was going east. By telling her I'm going east, she isn't the brightest woman you understand, believes that I am heading west. It will be months before she figures it out. And by then I will have written her a post card or something so she'll be fine."
He nodded, finally dumping some of the noodles out of the container into his mouth. It worked much better than struggling with the chop sticks to be truthful. His cousin's reasoning was good. "I guess you're right. After a month Chris will probably find it a relief. But why in the world did you register for school here, I thought you were going to just drop out."
"Eh, it gives me something to do during the day. It's not like I can't just drop out in the middle of the quarter if I want to any way."
"All right, just don't cause any trouble. Don't want my bratty little cousin giving me a bad reputation around school."
Oddrey snorted at Zeke's comment, and just continued to eat her Chinese food, passion mushroom chicken. Zeke meanwhile wondered whether or not he should tell her about... the incident. It wasn't like she wouldn't hear it sooner or later, but maybe it would be best for her to hear it from someone that she would believe. No, not now, later, when there were more people around to tell her that it was really true. She merely stretched out on the couch beside him, raising her arms far above her head with a tiny yawn.
"Well Zekey, I've been traveling in horrid taxi's, and greyhound buses all day long, for four days straight. And now, I am going to crawl upstairs, and go to bed. And it's a damn good thing tomorrow is a Sunday, because I am sleeping in till noon. You wake me, I kill you. You make any loud noise that wakes me, I kill you. You bring anyone or anything over that makes a loud noise on it's own, I kill you. We have reached an agreement, have we not?" Oddrey yawned, tossing her empty carton of Chinese food into the trash can in the corner of the room with fabulous aim.
"Yes, yes, I understand," he replied, only slumping down further on the couch, fumbling between the cushions, trying to find the remote. "You may wanna wash the sheets or something, they're pretty old."
"Oh hell, I'm going to use my own blankets, I brought them with me."
In a tired haze, she stumbled up the stairs, and into the bedroom of Zeke's parents, long abandoned. She pulled out her own blankets, and wrapped them around her tiny form, curling up on the surprisingly firm mattress. She could hear Zeke downstairs, channel flipping, and it was nice to know that someone else was home. Her mother was never home at night, she was always out at bars. And Zeke liked her, there was the difference.
"Hey you lazy bastard, get off your ass. I got bags for you to carry."
He shot up, and looked to the sidewalk. There was a battered blue taxi cab, with a girl pulling bags out of the trunk. Zeke eyed her, for she looked to familiar. She had shoulder length black hair, dressed in black leather pants, and a black t-shirt with cut off sleeves. He squinted for a moment, thoroughly confused on who this girl was, until reality smacked him upside the head.
"Oddrey! You crazy bitch, what are you doing here?" Zeke laughed, standing up, and going to his cousin to help with her bags.
She snatched the cigarette from between his lips, and brought it to her own with a laugh. She had grown just a few inches since he last saw her, and looked quite a bit more mature. Her shirts were finally filled out, and her voice had deepened to a nice rich, cool tone. Oddrey was his cousin, on his mother's side. His mom's sister Chris' daughter. He had known her quite well in both their younger years.
"I called you exactly seven weeks ago, telling you I was coming up. I have all ready registered for your crappy school. And I am staying so get used to it."
"Yeah, I remember! The four o'clock showing on the Playboy channel, the premiere of 'Sex Court!' You interrupted just at the good part."
Oddrey chuckled lightly, the corners of her mouth twisting up into that sweet innocent smile she had as a child, and still retained. Though with her dark lipstick, it looked almost wicked. It was a nice change of pace from her blonde haired blue eyed look of years passed.
"You never grow up, do you?" She asked, shading her eyes from the sun that had yet to completely rise with her hand.
"Nah, I'm still the same immature bastard you've known for the last 18 years. Damn, but you... You've transformed!"
"I haven't transformed... I've evolved, thank you very much." She threw her last bag into his arms, which all ready carried her other two bags, and puffed on what was now her cigarette.
Zeke turned, with heavy arms, and began heading towards the house. Oddrey gave his ass one good slap, and he yelped. She only snorted and laughed at him, and did it once more. Instinctively, the poor boy flinched, and tried to step faster.
"Move it you work horse, I have not the patience to deal with your sloth," she snickered to herself.
"This is sexual harassment I hope you know," Zeke wheezed, as her bags felt as if they were getting increasingly heftier by the moment.
"It's not sexual harassment if it turns you on, you pervert."
"You only think I enjoy it. But every time you do that, a little part dies inside of me."
He got another good resounding slap to his ass.
"Move along," she repeated. "I have not the time."
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Oddrey looked about Zeke's house, quite messy indeed, but she found a fitting room to stay in. It was his parents room, it hadn't been used in years though. So he cared not. She just threw her bags on the bed, not bothering to unpack them until she felt it a must, and ordered out for dinner, Chinese food.
"How did you escape Aunt Chris's wrath?" Zeke inquired, propping his feet up on the coffee table as he sat on the torn and haggard couch in his living room, his large feet knocking off multiple, aged magazines. Mostly porn and car magazines. He was having trouble trying to use the chop sticks.
"I ran away and left a note saying I was heading east," replied Oddrey, wrapping the noodles around the sticks, and pulling them off into her mouth with her teeth.
"Why didn't you lie and say that you were heading west?"
"Because then she would know I was going east. By telling her I'm going east, she isn't the brightest woman you understand, believes that I am heading west. It will be months before she figures it out. And by then I will have written her a post card or something so she'll be fine."
He nodded, finally dumping some of the noodles out of the container into his mouth. It worked much better than struggling with the chop sticks to be truthful. His cousin's reasoning was good. "I guess you're right. After a month Chris will probably find it a relief. But why in the world did you register for school here, I thought you were going to just drop out."
"Eh, it gives me something to do during the day. It's not like I can't just drop out in the middle of the quarter if I want to any way."
"All right, just don't cause any trouble. Don't want my bratty little cousin giving me a bad reputation around school."
Oddrey snorted at Zeke's comment, and just continued to eat her Chinese food, passion mushroom chicken. Zeke meanwhile wondered whether or not he should tell her about... the incident. It wasn't like she wouldn't hear it sooner or later, but maybe it would be best for her to hear it from someone that she would believe. No, not now, later, when there were more people around to tell her that it was really true. She merely stretched out on the couch beside him, raising her arms far above her head with a tiny yawn.
"Well Zekey, I've been traveling in horrid taxi's, and greyhound buses all day long, for four days straight. And now, I am going to crawl upstairs, and go to bed. And it's a damn good thing tomorrow is a Sunday, because I am sleeping in till noon. You wake me, I kill you. You make any loud noise that wakes me, I kill you. You bring anyone or anything over that makes a loud noise on it's own, I kill you. We have reached an agreement, have we not?" Oddrey yawned, tossing her empty carton of Chinese food into the trash can in the corner of the room with fabulous aim.
"Yes, yes, I understand," he replied, only slumping down further on the couch, fumbling between the cushions, trying to find the remote. "You may wanna wash the sheets or something, they're pretty old."
"Oh hell, I'm going to use my own blankets, I brought them with me."
In a tired haze, she stumbled up the stairs, and into the bedroom of Zeke's parents, long abandoned. She pulled out her own blankets, and wrapped them around her tiny form, curling up on the surprisingly firm mattress. She could hear Zeke downstairs, channel flipping, and it was nice to know that someone else was home. Her mother was never home at night, she was always out at bars. And Zeke liked her, there was the difference.