*Edited May 31st 2012:
This chapter will have a lot of grammatical and spelling errors fixed. There will be length added although it shouldn't really affect the current chapters as whole (hopefully) but I would recommend re-reading only to keep for confusion If something is referenced later on from the edits.
There's a scene here that I really enjoyed writing, (there are quite a few new scenes added in here as well.) of Hoagie classifying the female and male body it's not bad but there are innuendo's all in there- I upped it from the original hopefully nothing to bad.
Also I would just like to really apologize for giving you this chapter originally. After reading it I realized how awful in my opinion it was in content and errors compared to the other chapters.
Warning Hoagie is a troll- along with Black (oc)
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Hey guys, second chapter up much longer than the prologue, I spent a while on it. This chapter does have a lot of slang and some usage of cuss words so I don't want anyone to be offended just to throw that out there. And I did spell things wrong on purpose for dialect reasons. Because we all know we do not talk like we type. This is a bit more light-hearted part of the story where we see some interaction between Hoagie and Abby and a twiddle of Cree.
I do not own KND we all know, dreadfully.
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Safety is only reassuring for moments; dread easily last for lifetimes. Pushing back her anxiousness Abby approaches the cobble weary of being snubbed by those she long ago called friends.
Faces spear around her, and one by one she counts them off. Many of them little boys she easily remembered freckly big eared and constantly bludgeoned with grass stains and mud.
The same little faces which she cast off long ago in her childhood. The many children she grew up with-around were no longer tiny, winy nor shrill. The heavens seemed to complement each boy with sweet playful features; all tall and languid with an identity and quirk that could easily send any normal girl's juvenile heart into a frenzy.
In their step towards adulthood most of the boys were not yet gifted with large muscles or barreling voices yet which made their rather temporary big eyes and awkward gangly-ness all the more endearing. Although their heavy bravado and insistence with the throwing of heavy slurs quickly reminded Abby they were cocky, arrogant young men in the last stretch of adolescence.
Rubbing her temple to relieve the pressure building Abby foresaw a lot of trash-talk and big-manning. Strangely with the massaging of her miniature fingers and the sight of the boys so happy in their playing she couldn't stay agitated.
A hiatus on the waning game; a call from Hoagie seemed to draw all attention towards the calm collected young woman. Shrill whistles followed her beckoned by the same boys she recalled dressed in flood pants up to their navel and large bulky retainers only a few years ago. Stepping along the outskirts of the court Abby placed her bulky backpack onto the small jut of grass framing the square.
Cautious fingers unfastened precious gold earrings from her ears; holding them within her palm embracing them to her chest, she chided herself for leaning on their strength a few seconds to long.
Abby's mind drifted for a moment falling into darkness. Terror rose from memories she closed off long ago. Opening her eyes lacing the earrings within the crooked lump of her red cap beside her pack she allowed the thoughts to slip her mind. Hoping the ritual went unquestioned by the curious fawn haired man beside her Abby summoned up strength to approach the players.
Impatiently the boys, waited. One who seemed insistent on being leader recited the rules to all the new players journeying on the court. It was a yawn and bore for a girl Like Abigail Lincoln who had been obliged and entranced in the sport since she was hip high. But it still warmed some of the chills in her nervous body as the boy with such a familiar drawl repeated the rules everyone had been accustomed to from the time they played twenty one at eight years old.
Laughing haughtily under her breath she wandered away with her thoughts. Still half listening she recalled banging the ball against the threshold of some poor old lady's lonely house- where the decrepit hag would come out with her seven calico cats peaking their heads across the door, yelling swears at the children. Looking among the crowd at the sight of a boy named Timothy who she clearly remembered playing horse against. He cried like a little baby trying to enunciate through tears he meant horseshoe. All Abby could think was the boy sure still had the same humongous head he had ten years ago.
"Eh Girlie you dreaming about me." Abby peaked up at the coaxing flirty words of the rule giver. Hand falling to hip and lips puckering into a discernible frown she scoffed.
"No need to get ahead of yourself pretty boy."
He grinned feral; cracking knuckles into fingers he approached within inches of her, "Why don't you show a good ol' boy a good time."
If not the mar of her eyebrows arching minutely no one would have known the comment even affected the icy peculiar; the cold calm valedictorian and anti-social of the school. "Sure." Black falters an audible gulp from those familiar with the sass and brass of Abigail Lincoln. "As soon as you start making six-figures. Get at least hundred in fifty thousand in the bank. And pay for my schooling." Poking her finger out until an inch from his nose she emphasized saucily swinging her neck, "Abby and just talk about undergraduate. I need money on the grad and post-grad. Enough to pay for Abby's Apartment at least six months in Advancement. And!" Smirking at the flustering of the rule-givers brow she was halted.
Flubbed Black look at the crazy confident broad, "What do you mean and!"
"Fool I mean And! What the hell Was I supposed to mean." Collecting herself and thriving on the whooping in the background she continued, "And If you think your get any of this." She said gesturing at supple busty curves, "Then think again! Cause you ain't touching none of this till you put a ring on it."
DAMN... A collective conclusive succession of air escaped all the players on the court.
"You're as cold-hearted and dangerous as you were ten years ago." Timothy piped.
Grinning under the shadow of her hat, "You better believe it baby."
Unaffected and easy to bounce back Black gave her a slow sweep of the eyes down from the bottom of her scuffed red sneakers up to the slight though sensual coils of frizz curling her face. "Precious what kind of man are you gonna get with those standards, exactly?"
"Easy. A rich white nerd." Pushing her ponytail off her shoulder to her back she said it as plainly and deadpanned as possible.
Laughing in response Black spooned his hand over his fade, "I like you Girlie." Abby collected a glare in response at the cheeky Louisiana bred boy. "But you're not really my type. Too bossy."
Feeling that his teasing was addling and stalling the game he turned around to dismiss her as he looked around at the other occupants on the court. Relinquishing the need to fluster the unmoving woman he saddled up to the side pulling on the lapel of her hat as another man took over the telling of rules.
"It's four on four. First score to 'leven. No outs, call y'own foul." Brandon spoke coolly swiping the long curls of his hair back into his signature ponytail. "Any questions?" He asked surveying the lot. "Good. So no bitching on the court.
Black found an opportunity to tease looked up from lacing up his sneakers, "I guess that means you gotta lea-"
"Jeez, Dude don't say that to a girl!" Hoagie scolded Black punching the shorter man on the shoulder as he shuffled to pull up his arm brace.
"Wha!" The boy rounded rubbing his shoulder a false lividness tainting his features, "I was talking about Brandon!"
"Oh..." Hoagie crowed trying to hold his laughter. But like a sputtering faucet trinkets of giddiness escaped his figure "Eh,heh,heh...hahahahahaHAHA!" The small signs of giggle were quickly making Hoagie's body rack with trembles. He teetered on the ground cuffing his face into his shoulder as Black leaned in to join up on the laughter. "You! A girl." Pointed Hoagie eyes closed an almost close to tears. "Hahah! Cause you know the hair, and the- Hahahah!"
Face palming Brandon tried to collect his baring, be the bigger man; metaphorically; ignore the two buffoons. But something about both of idiotic friends always seemed to set him in tizzy. Glaring Brandon looked at both giggling boys, "Fuh-uck both you!"
They both froze still as the dead. Brandon almost felt accomplished if not for the minute tremor of Hoagie's shoulder that always meant trouble and embarrassment for him. Fuh-
"Ahh-hahhh-hahh! Black he said it! You heard him right?" Cried the giggling Hoagie. "He said fuck you! -as in...cause you know- get it!"
Pinching her temple Abby applied a soothing pressure. Listening as the other guys added even more fuel to the fire. It lasted a few more moments before one of the more mature men casually insisted they were all girls- and then all hell broke loose.
Almost in the quick succession the laughter died all three boys become amicably serious. "I beg your pardon, but my dick says I'm not." Gestured a calm fastidious Black as he did of all things signature his crotch to the crowd all while smiling. "Isn't that right Mr. W?"
All of the guys and Abby seemed to blanch at this implication although it took Hoagie P. Gilligan a few seconds to draw the same conclusions before crassly commentating.
"Dude you named your d-"
"Stop it! I don't want to hear it!" Shouted a flushing Abby.
He paused. "...crotch." Before falling over and laughing into his knees.
Almost ignorant of the girl's plight the boys continued with their nefarious behavior. "Still doesn't prove Brandon is a guy."
Seething the smaller of the three boys Screamed, "Eff-you, effin-eff all of you, motherfu-"
Hoagie pulled himself from his sitting position, as he embraced the embarrassed boy into him. Leaning suggestively down he decided to whisper sultry like into his ear. "Don't worry my dear Bran-bran I'll have this all cleared up in no time." Responded the taller male seductively as he blew into the squirming pony tailed man's ear. Brandon shivered and shuddered down his squeal at the horrible treatment.
Almost at the point of having an aneurism Brandon bit harshly into his lip as Hoagie dragged him nearer to Abby. Said girl huffed down a grimace and a headache at the continuing mayhem. Directing everyone's attention with flashy pointing and over the top suggestive behavior he drew everyone to Brandon's figure. "Now this is an example of the unknowing effeminate androgynous, suffering from the phenomenon known as the cute yellow-bone, he has been plagued with the baby face, stiff board features, girly lashes and the long curly hair his mom refuses to let him cut. The girls find it attractive: He looks just like us, they scream, but the guys think he's just a lady in drag." Hearing affirmations and seeing the nodding of his peers Hoagie continues with a grumbling Brandon. "Now from afar, far, far way he may look like a girl. But there are telltale signs that he is not what he appears. Take for instance the female specimen."
He reaches for Abby but she sends him the deepest, deadliest, coldest glare a woman can muster. "Take for instance the female specimen." He repeats.
"You better not grab me Gilligan." Warns the girl. He approaches ever steady holding the bobbing and oddly corresponding Brandon still by the forearm.
"Come on Abby. It's all just in good fun." Says Hoagie looking at her with his lively baby blues. The innocence under the darkness causes her heart to stutter if only for a moment. Enough of a break in defense for Hoagie to accomplish his worming. "Please...please...Please!"
Rubbing her head she relents. "Fine. Just stop begging! You're almost a grown man." He swallows a chuckle bemused at her behavior but continues on.
"As I was saying, this-" He declares propping Abby in front of all the boys, "Is a female specimen and unlike our earlier male specimen." Looking her slowly down and, "She clearly has a different set of...assets- OWWHHH!" He wined, protectively covering the bruising nipple she had just pinched. "That hurt!"
"It should." Abby deadpanned, "I can't believe you just said that, that, that... that was so immature Hoagie!"
"I can't believe you gave me a tit-" These glares were becoming infamous he mused to himself, "-A purple-nurple!" He rubbed the sore flesh of skin under his shirt before sending her a mixture of the dirtiest, saddest and petulant look she had ever seen. Collecting himself once more he looked at the only girl on the court who frightened him much more than many things he come to fear.
"Fine, fine. I'm sorry I won't do it again." Gulping down the air trapped between his throat he took one step back from the pint-size meanie.
"Can we play now?" Someone yells.
"But I'm not done." He pouted then looked at Abby, "I promise. I won't say anything stupid." He begged grappling her shoulders and shaking her too-and-fro.
"PROMISE!" She yelled jerking herself from the large man's grasp trying to fight the dizziness off.
"Stick a needle in my eye and everything!" Cheeky and happy to continue the ruse. "Okay so girls are different from guys they obviously got different ass- biological processing then us guys." Hoagie quickened correcting himself. "And of course they have tit- OWWHHIEE! I was gonna say breast swear to god! Just stop pinching me in my nipple!" He huffed out of breathe.
The air grew quite as the players turned solemn- "Titties." Black coughed. He repeated the words twelve or thirteen times under his breath. Hoagie barged in laughter as did some of the other boys as he joined in with Black.
A beat passed as Hoagie rubbed the still sore piece of flesh- "Titty twister!" Balked the other deviant of the group. Breathy high rumbling laughter carpeted the group of boys once again.
"And Everyone Knows," Hoagie finished collecting himself, "Girls have really big V-" The words being mouthed by Black behind him as Abby visibly paled and cursed the human race for inbreeding, "Vocabulary."
Brandon snickered pitching the ball into his large honey colored hands. "You had you're fun?" Hoagie innocently nods as the curly haired boy stills everyone's laughter, "Lets get the game started."
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Taking the ball between his fingers Brandon shot watching with a haughty tug of the lips when the ball swished through the chain net, "First shot makes me the captain."
Easily the second boy to grab the ball right from the net scored the next shot. Amazed Hoagie sucked at his fingers with a low whistle watching the way the ball spun in a rainbow arch flailing against the rim and diving into the basket.
"I guess, I'm captain," Black's voice slithered with the easiness of a snake creeping through the underbrush. He wasn't exceptionally tall, sporting heavy twinkles coal eyes, fine wavy fade edged to the sides, and flash of gold piercing three of his front teeth. Just the kind of boy you wouldn't take home to daddy; cleaver with that infamous southern New Orleans drawl and sharp shark grin. Abby already had her fair share of Black's maturity in correspondence to Hoagie's childish humor to last her a life time.
"We skin you got shirts- Black."
Grinning Black threw his words seeming to become a whole other entity all together. Gone was the slouch lazzes-faire boy who giggled at every inappropriate word. This Black, he was almost predatory oozing with a confidence much more real than bravado.
"Ahi'te." Responded the sleek man. Feeling Abby's stare at his back he turned and gave a smile that caused her shoulders to ache. Feral, deadly... She would definitely remember that about him.
Ducking her head away from his expression Abby was beginning to believe it was just second nature for boys to grin, smile and throw chivalrous glances down at her. She pondered the meaning for a moment but felt no need to dig deeper at the moment. Right now she was more concerned if this man would be foe or ally.
Standing near the back Abby found camouflage behind the pillar of tall lanky players who were slowly deteriorating. Brown eyes studying each boy's mannerism in order to understand their playing methods, skills and deceit.
Looking at the potential the pony-tail haired boy focused in on his trickster of a friend. The man was tall unusually so not hefty but weighty enough to be a threat to most players. His arms were long and tawny but it was that monsters leg's giant and quick made Brandon suspect that Hoagie was a decedent of super soldiers. "I guess I've got you" Brandon signaled less than enthusiastically. "Just don't touch me." Gleeful Hoagie happily tackled the smaller boy onto the ground nuzzling his head into the boy's blushing neck; with cheerful continence he fluttered his eyes lashes suggestively at Brandon.
"I knew you loved me. You were just playing hard to get" Hoagie spouted near his ear making Brandon tremble anxious with revolt. Pushing away he felt Hoagie dig his head further into his sternum. "I wonder what are kids are going to look like?" Wheezing the smaller boy turned stone petrified; his face growing greener by the seconds. "Just name one Hoagie is all I ask."
Feeling Abby's gaze at the two of them Brandon shoved Hoagie off of him. He wasn't going to admit especially since Hoagie was specifically the one who escorted the pretty lass on the court, but Brandon had quite eye for the sassy and beautiful. "You play to fuckin much. Get off me! Damn, you never stop playing around- This why we can't take white people nowhere!"
"Stop trying to dog me. Your mom's white!" Hoagie gestured in false accusation. "And anyways she loves me. She said," Hoagie pitched his voice to a shrilly nasally sound, "Can you stay with Brandon forever, and ever, how is ever going to pass his SAT he should have taken last year without a strong, handsome, sturdy, mature, tall, handsome, stone-cold-fox-"
"You said handsome twice!" Cried the yellow-bone pushing his friend off of him.
Punching the ball up down against the cement Janori a rough looking man with a lisp intercepted their play "Eh, you two done playin' penitentiary. We would lithe to start now." Breaking them from their lover session both boys looked at the players. Sheepishly Hoagie pulled himself off of Brandon throwing Abby a mischievous purr over the boy's shoulders. As the players kept depleting Hoagie found interest cooing into Brandon's bare neckline.
Black swirled through what was left of players, only three, two more notably shorter squatty boys who despite their slouchy appearance were decent players and Abby who waited further behind bouncing softly from one leg to the other in hidden anticipation.
"I got my lady over here Miss. Abigail Lincoln." Preening a kinky looking eyelash at her, "Unless you want to be skins wit' your gay ass boyfriend."
"Be skins Abby!" Hoagie yelled. Appalled she got ready to yell instead finding the sight of a blushing Hoagie covering his big-mouth endearingly.
Thinking for a moment and exaggerating the movement by placing his finger pointedly on his chin Black mumbled. "I think Hoagie is on to something. Brandon lets trade!" Coy, smug bastard Abby seethed in her head, trailing behind Black and his other teammate.
"No Abby thinks she is good here."
Within seconds the teams were chosen, "Here Ladies first." Hoagie grinned handsomely while handing her the ball.
"Why are you giving this to me?"
"Well we already proved you were girl- and everybody else are men." Hoagie iterated slowly while holding Abby's shoulder in mock display of her stupidity.
"Nobody ever proved you were a man."
Tickled with the beams of amusement the tall lithe man responded, "Touché my dear Abby. But let me just add if you're willing to find out I'm free to explore."
Abby snatched the ball watching how the boy only teased her with another goading smile. A feathery shell of lips preening together seemed so innocent if not for the cold abscess of his swimming eyes. She didn't like their deadly look and pleased herself watching them open with surprise when she slug the ball into Black's stomach. The victim pouted playfully- she may be bossy but she was sure one hell of spit-fire.
Black hissed into her neck stealing the ball from her fingers. "Eh Miss. Abby Can I get a Kiss good Luck, ya know a real man needs a liddle luck some times." Coiling one of his hands around Abby's arm and the other leisurely pulling the ball from her hands
"You got touching kind of money? Abby didn't think so." She responded back in the same vocal throaty voice, "Now, shut up and let's start the game."
"Yeah come on Brandon," Hoagie jumped in, "let's start a game." Winking Hoagie slid his fingers down the cold shoulder of Brandon who only slapped his hands away and placed his head within his palm mumbling swears and profanities.
Abby could only shake her head looking up at Hoagie who now hovered beside her, "You are so gay." Fed up and amused at the boys antics up till now. Squeaking Abby froze feeling the body mold onto hers.
Before she could understand any coherent thoughts he pressed alongside of her body, leaning down where she could feel the pools of his hair brush against her face, his lips much too close to her ear and hands to familiar to her hips, "You wanna prove it?"
Abby just smiled coyly in the way only Abby Can, "You wanna have children?"
A laughter over took the heated gaze at much to quick a pace for Abby to really throw crow at, "Yes at some point I want three kids, maybe even four- who am I kidding six is like the new trend. How does six sound to you?"
Grinding her teeth at the teen, "I'd say six to many."
Reasonably this banter continued through the whole entire game. Where Hoagie would state something flirtatiously crude and Abby would sober him up with threats towards his life, his future children and his manhood. She wouldn't admit it, minus the glowering stares she would get from her teammates or the goading words tossed at her from the forming crowds ready to take up a piece of the court, she was enjoying herself.
Yeah baby dats what Abby's talking about…
Abby couldn't even recollect the years where she held a ball in her arms, playing against the cobblestone of a real court. Something beyond competition, just the exhilaration of the pave under her feet and the air pushing her towards the basket. She missed it- this. The crudeness, the playful antics, the truth of children, it was something she hadn't had in a long time.
Digging her fingers more thoroughly into the ball she tried dismiss all other thought from her head. But it always stemmed to difficult. From the time she graduated out of junior high she was dissuaded from the encounters with the faraway neighborhood children- No laughing children, no asinine jokes to past the time a way- to only compete scholastically- for honorable little girls who were headed straight for a four year scholarship. Young women like her had no business with derelicts. That had been what she was told her whole life.
Now watcha say 'bout girls when Abby just scored on ya!
But right now Abby felt free, and for a moment she could envision her ten year old self running barefoot down the hot peppered streets with her white Mary-Janes cradled in one hand and the other holding her red hat close to her head. Back then it was so simple and she craved for that affection, the freedom to be a child.
Hoagie through her smiles, and pouts somehow saw the little girl who laughed as she hit the cobble from a charge on the ground, or tease her teammates as another one of Blacks shot got stuffed. Her trash-talk and light movements all were so- carefree and beyond adorable. He didn't know her kind of people the privileged fortunate souls, the rich children who had everything carved so delicately in their palm. But, he couldn't just assign her a hedonist a mere tool of the world quite yet. She was different no other words could explain it. Prying the tickling from his chest he concluded; seeing the reservation of the woman outside of the gate completely disappear into someone just like them flustered Hoagie greatly. He didn't understand the feeling, didn't understand her one bit but admitting to himself he liked her almost nasally laugh and he would continue to encouraged it more.
Your sorry ass got stuffed again…By him! I'm telling yo momma… Shame.
Abby knew- he was bringing her to life. Reanimating her- making her recall times when she would sit along the grass shooting out watermelon seeds from her mouth. Fingers stained red waiting for her turn to join the game- where it didn't matter if you were a girl or a boy, three-foot-five or five-foot-six as long as you loved the game, and wanted to play- it was feasible, graspable, right there so surely in her hands.
But like all things it died away with much of her hopes and ambitions.
Slowly the lively banter of the game was dying down as the scores started meshing together and boys began to argue off of what points were whose. Usually Hoagie or Jonari would break the heated arguments, giving the offender an ultimatum. Ball or point- simple as that. Brandon and Black were beginning more and more to butt heads as they yelled deeply into each other's faces. The sensation frightened her. But she chose to come out here- she had to remember that; find something important that she had lost. Catching sight of Hoagie Gilligan giving her sympathetic apologetic look made her fears dwindle back, if only for a little while.
With the score slowly accumulating seven to nine, with Abby on the offending former- Black being the most forefront scorer made four of their baskets and Abby with a perishable two at second. The other boy whose highlights were close range jumpers and lay-ups was unable to penetrate the paint with Brandon heavily guarding. Even still if he was able to get passed him strive no chance in pushing that ball in front of the lanky six-foot-three defender Hoagie.
Only once was someone able to score a point off of him with a snarled shot sending both of them falling into the cement. Kind enough not to call foul on the charge Hoagie just offhandedly gave the point away.
Finding the behemoth of a man right in front of her pint-size five-foot-three Abby cleared the way for Hoagie. Careening towards her she watched mesmerize as he spun himself and the ball carefully around her and plowed the shot right into the basket dangling off of the rim. A gorgeous shot she praised inside her head. No one could be mad at her for moving out of the way, if any of them had an abnormally large monster charging at them full-speed thy would have moved too. Well maybe except Jonari he was built like a tank.
One more point- the game was closing the ball was in the other teams favor. Brandon took the shot watching how it singed off the rim and came plowing back right into the arms of Black. Abby saw an opening and went running down the open marker of the court, but Hoagie caught sight of it as well.
Without thought Abby caught the ball in midair ready for a jump-shot. A roar pain shut threw her as a good hundred and sixty pounds clipped her side. Aghast and unusually quick on his feet Hoagie caught her like a prince charming should, but it did not stop the two of them from caracoling towards the large metal beam of the basket. Taking the brunt of the hit Hoagie ricochet with a yelp landing not so neatly into the cold slightly dampen dirt. Lifting his chin soft moans from Abby could barely be heard. Her breath soft and moans maddening to his ear caused the soft skin of his chest to flutter against her cursing lips.
"Are you Okay?" Hoagie tapered cradling the girl into his chest. "You kindah came flying out of nowhere- if you know what I mean…" Chiming in a nervous tune while he plucked the invisible mites from the tip of his hair.
Embarrassed and feeling rather strange embraced into his chest she tried to right herself. "Abby is fine. If you would just let her get up… she will prove it." With an Indignant pull Abigail tried to hide her flush, one thing she hated about her skin tone was bright enough to see her blush. A very big heated apple colored blush- Just great. Don't touch your cheeks then everybody won't notice. Slowly Hoagies fingers dissected from behind her back loosening to let her stand but not separating in fear she may fall back down- and like London's bridge fall back down she did.
Groaning Abby tried to hide the pain away as she slunk onto the ground landing within Hoagies shadow. Concern sloped the blue of his eyes his voice for all its jovial boyishness grew deep and serious "You're hurt, let me see."
Curtly she snapped her braid slapping against her face when she turned from him, "Boy, Abby is fine." Unfortunately she could not hide her anxiousness from him without the protection of her trusty hat. He didn't buy her words for a moment insisting only looking at the wound. Hoagie encased her whole calf in one hand swinging it gently into his lap. "Boy- Abby already told you!"
"And I'm telling you give me your leg." Dragging her closer just by the leg with one pull of his arm. "Don't be such a baby, baby." Prodding at her leg, in dissatisfaction he watched her eyes display everything her facial expression refused. When he ran his finger along the outside of her leg he caught her flinch, and when he rounded her ankles she full out grimaced.
After his inspection, he turned to the boys who withheld their game. "Abby's hurt I'm taking her home." Waving at the boys Hoagie prepped himself for an earful from the girl. With little negotiation from the stun Abby he threw her over his shoulders where she hung a good five feet from the ground like a two week old lump sack of potatoes.
"Put Abby down this minute 'fore she kicks you in the balls!" Swinging her legs wildly angry she could only boot him in the stomach. Hoagie groaned whining about ungrateful little princess are to the better of her amusement.
"I'm trying to help you, princess. Now please kindly refrain from trying to swat my ass. It's more kinky than aggravating." Blushing and halting her movements she prayed that the boy would stop saying such suggestive things out loud.
With little initiation he grabbed her bag catering her earrings carefully within the palms of his hand only to slide them into her tense extended one. She didn't know how he knew they were so precious to her but silently thank him just as well. Without words he planted them carefully closing her fingers into them, throwing her hat onto her head and juggling her heavy backpack onto the bend of his elbow.
Too startled with such caring behavior she eased the cloudy feeling of her body with friendly bickering. "This isn't the caveman time; I don't need yuh carryin' me like a flour sack!"
He laughed the insatiable laugh that had Abby hiding her face into the contours of his bare shoulders.
"You my dear are no sack of flour, but a precious gem- a glimmering needle twittering majestically within a brooding haystack. A set of breast and nice assets that could- Okay I'll stop it" Hoagie argued adjusting Abby to better accommodate on his shoulder while he rubbed his sore stomach.
Blinking Abby leered into the man's back. "Boy getcha hand of Abby's ass before she breaks it."
Abigail was completely listless, listening to the boy below her chuckle so innocently, "Eh come on is this how you treat your prince charming." Already she could imagine his pearly lips twitch casting one of those hungry smiles.
"Yuh no prince charming, and Abby ain't no damsel in distress either." Smugly Abigail gleamed pulling her hat further down her head.
"And why not my dear, I am rescuing you from a nasty fall of disaster and returning you to your far away kingdom."
"Kidnapping- yuh kidnapping. Ain't no prince charming known for kidnapping."
Interested Hoagie put a finger to his face, almost allowing Abby to slide from his grip to make best friends with the pavement. "Is. That. So? Then do tell me who I am."
"A wolf."
"-Like little red riding hood! My beloved little red," Hoagie began his sermon. "Oh how I watched from a far, where you obediently traveled to your grandmother's house down the dark forest path, unafraid of the monsters lurking below. And I the clever wolf saw you and that basket full of goodies…" He purred seductively, "all alone in the forest couldn't help but assist-because I'm a gentleman...gentle-wolf? Regardless. Naturally she shared her basket full of goodies with the dashing wolf; delicious goodies; yum!" Already red at the blatant innuendo Hoagie was creating the brown skin girl could only hide her head in the dip of his back as the man felt the need to continue, "-And they both ran off had little half-breed children- preferably two and one of them named Hoagie the other Esmeraldvaticaleocious the third, leaving Grandma all high in dry in her old rancid shack that smells like prune juice. Ideal right."
"What bedtime story are you reading. And what the fuck drugs has your momma been feeding you! Abby recalls the hunter shooting the wolf's brains out for eating grandma now would'ya think he do if he knew the wolf was aiming at Red's goodies, he just couldn't have dat less yuh want yuh head blown up or worse..."
"How much worse can death be?"
"You get fixed."
"That's not even funny." shifting her around he tapped her spine when she refused to respond, "I get it, I get it…Jeez- tough crowd." Huffing Hoagie blew his bangs out of his face, thinking, processing a mile a minute. "So we can't be prince charming, and beloved princess- and you said no to a wolf and red riding hood for obvious reason, also I like the idea of procreating so ditch that. And I think your pretty set against caveman and a sack of flour- so then what can we be- and don't say friends that so cheesy."
With a blush Abby swallowed her tell-tale words, "You're cheesy."
Abby never got a chance to finish her statement noticing the deathtrap nearing closer. Prying herself from the limited sight she had from behind his back she hoped to high hell one of her contacts had fallen out and caused her to be seeing things. "Where is your car?" Abby prayed to the heavens above to every great entity she could possibly think of, from her god she traversed to every other religion she knew and began to pray like her life depended on it.
"Are you singing hymns?"
"Hoagie just tell Abby she's not seeing what she thinks she's seeing." Abby sighed relaxing herself. "There is no car there."
"There is no car there." Hoagie repeated.
Again in her calm soothing voice, "There is not a giant ass half-broken deathtrap in front of me."
He repeated, "There is no- Hey, that's my baby you're talking about! Did the mean lady hurt your feelings?" Hoagie asked polishing the vehicle.
All calmness gone Abby pinched the side of Hoagie's Arm to grab his attention, "Hoagie did Abby ever do something that would send the wrath of all evil to torture her, or am I just the lucky duck of the day?"
Hoagie scratched his fawn hair in contemplation "Is that a trick question?" Calculative motion Hoagie unloaded her from his shoulder and set her down to lean against his torso, and what a mighty fine torso it was Abby beamed, then thoroughly punished her mind for signaling such intimate thoughts. "This here is my precious baby, my work of art, my gallant steed-"
"A god forsaken deathtrap, etc...etc..."
"My Gallant steed; personal transporter Baby-blue Mcgee Gilligan the second."
Groaning Abby brushed against the metallic skin fearful and cautious of it making. It gleamed menacingly the front jutting out a deep glowering blue- whispering property of the owner to Abby. On the handles rounded a peculiar shaped set of old warn goggles. Tactfully he placed Abby on the back without even giving her time to gripe and squabble. Saddling in front of her he revved the engine. Baby-Blue-Mcgee, The motorcycle came alive droning lullaby threats to Abby of how she was going to throw her off and trample her into the ground if she even looked at Hoagie in any way. Stupid possessive motorcycle Abby chided.
Afraid Abby clawed into Hoagie's stomach with such fever she was surprised she didn't pull some arteries out when she finally let go. She was scared definitely one hundred percent frightened out of her mind. "Abby is not riding this monster! I will sit in this park all damn night."
"Come on Abbs, I won't let you fall, promise." He squeezed her fingers loose, turning the howling machine off. Swiftly he turned around pulling something from his deep pockets. Like a baby he tried to bribe her. Out of his pocket came a bright red cherry flavored lollipop and pushed to the forefront of her eyes, "If you let me bring you home I will give you a sucker...and maybe this lollipop. Kidding, kidding! Just don't hit me anymore I bruise easily." He teased, waiting patiently as Abby loosened upon him for a moment of indecision and grabbed onto him firmly once again. "That a good girl."
"Shut the hell up and give Abby her damn lollipop." Demanding Abby snatched the lollipop from his fingers stashing it away into the back pocket of her jeans. Quick and decisive she swung her red cap against Hoagie's head with a sudden smile. "-and don't be so damn cheeky."
Eyes clenched shut hands snugly wrapped around the driver and feet tapered onto what was left of the footrest. Abigail sailed against the parry of the wind. Anxiety plagued her the first few seconds; the sheer sensation of being so small and fragile worried her just as much as falling off. It wasn't until a narrow turn down a vacant road feeling the motorcycle accelerate beneath her that she could feel its power. Her safety seemed resolved around one man who had lifted his hand from the handle to loosen her boa-grip on his stomach. Complying and much less stiff she let the wind take her. She would swoon for a moment revolving into those thoughts of being free- and airborne but quickly brought back down to reality by the chastising whips of air particles slapping against her face.
Picking up speed Hoagie pressed the gas shooting faster and faster down the lane the only times he would slow would be to ask for directions, or confirmation in their pointed direction. The eternal freedom she felt soon dissipated as she reached the sight of her large immaculate abode. In minutes Abby was home and her dream- freedom washed away with ever going breeze. Unlike wind temporary and whimsy she remained. Hearing the cries of reality; parked in the front of her home, on the back of a motorcycle holding onto a boy she barely knew.
Stepping firmly he draped off his beast standing surely on the ground. Surprised and unwelcoming of the sudden vacancy Abby tried to Pull her body off the lifeless machine. Struggling to nudge the now rigid bloated ankle over the large draped seat, Hoagie watched amused at her plight. Before she knew it he had cuffed her by the knees and shoulders holding her bridal style against his chest. Hissing, "Watcha doin' Abby can make it to her house by herself!"
"No you can't." Quieting her, Hoagie took those thirteen long dreadful steps up the walkway into the front of her door. Ringing the doorbell twice he tuned out the callous play of joy to the world and instead focused on the patchwork poured into the brick.
A crude mosaic, very old if anything, abundant with lilies and roses along with masterful tacticians of little people decorated in musical notes surrounding them. The crude, tiny drawings were a balm to Abby's heart as much as they were salt to Hoagie's wound. He brushed a finger down the chalk scribbled with firm hands that were not use to the shaky grapple of brick.
"Who did this?"
Abby turned to the picture- living in the house so long she forgotten the portrait long ago casting it off as merely one more property of their house that mad their house a little more livable. "Me… and my sister-"
Abruptly the door swung open, standing opposed on the other side, a long willowy figure. A dominant hungry poaching look in her tall figure. Dressed in an abundant source of tightly twisted micro-braids arraying from ocher to honey blonde tied up into a feminine chignon, an oversized shirt branded with a cheap liquor insignia and boxers plastered with Spiderman down the lining- despite her chose of boyish articles he had a feeling no young men lived here. The lanky woman opened her eyes studying the scene- all sense of a hangover vanishing from her murky hazel eyes
Grinning at the attractive feast in front of him Hoagie couldn't help himself, "What's cookin good lookin," And with that comment Hoagie broke the camel's back.
"Daddy! Abby Brought a white kid home again… And he doesn't have a shirt on!" A moment of silent passed the two strange teens and the inebriated adult. One in the need of a gun to shoot herself in the head, the other admiring the lovely traits and assets of the Lincoln women and the last half-passed stuck between a tizzy of self-assurance and nausea.
Cold hazel glowered at the girl coddled in the lean boys arm dismissing them both. "Eh if 'ah daddy kills ya can I have yah boyfriend. He'za kinda cute." Leering up at the lanky teen with faraway eyes Cree smiled slamming the door in front of the two odd children's face.
"Cree!" Abigail glowered; turning into Hoagie's arm she batted him with her hat square on top of the head about a hundred times. " Abby is going to kill you."
The end of that long chapter, I can't believe I wrote that much I'm surprised my fingers didn't fall off. Well there is chapter two it's a bit more lighthearted due to Hoagie being such a ham (sorry I am really hungry right now). The next chapter may get a little more dramatic due to Abby's father who will starting talking about ya know that stuff.
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Edited: June 1, 2012
This chapter has a lot of added in my opinion. I really liked the way it came out. I changed up the characterization of Black and Brandon a lot here. I originally only had them as one-shots to fill in the fodder but decided to use them as Hoagie's friends at school. I think I just about doubled the length of this chapter and had a great time doing so. I'm not very confident in dialogue and was happy I could try it out more in this chapter.
I hope you guys enjoyed it and would love it if you review- reviewing helps me understand my faults; gives me moral support and wonderful ideas for later chapters!