I was woken by the crisp spring breeze in my face. Last night was another night that I decided to sleep in the lot. It had okay weather, it was still cold though. I remembered that I went through a full hour of shivering before finally falling asleep. I could have easily bunked at the Curtis's place, but I decided against it. They don't need another kid hanging around. I groggily rubbed my eyes. Judging by the sun shining, I guessed it was sometime around eight or nine. The lot was completely empty, as usual. I definitely understand why people don't come around here, with all the shady characters that are often here.
I clumsily got to my feet, and straightened myself out. I ran a hand through my hair. I need a little more grease in it, I absent mindedly thought. I then stood there for a moment, wondering what my agenda for today was. A growl from my stomach answered that. I headed to the place I hate: My home. At least I could probably find something there, this early in the morning, without screams from my mother. She was probably passed out, dead drunk on the kitchen table.
When I reached there, I quietly turned the knob to the door and went inside. The house was quiet. I stepped into the kitchen, and I was surprised to see my mother standing upright. She was unpacking a brown bag, although there was not much in it, except for the essentials: milk, bread, cheese, and pickles. I guess pickles weren't really considered essentials, but they were there. I crossed the room to the ice box, and she said nothing. I opened the ice box, and it was empty. Great, I thought, Now I will starve to death. It was true. I wouldn't go near the food my mother was unpacking, unless I wanted a slap in the face. I could easily defend myself, or fight back, but what's the use? She'll keep on hating me and so will my father. There's nothing I can do about it.
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I had spent the last few hours aimlessly walking around town. I had nothing better to do. It was about eleven when I found two dollars on the ground, and bought myself something to eat at a crummy old diner. The food was terrible, although it stopped the my gnawing stomach. I kept walking after that, and my found myself at Ramona's driveway. I sighed to myself. I guess people do silly things when they're in love.
Soon enough, I saw her. She was kneeling at the top of her driveway doing something. I walked over. When I got closer I saw that she was painting on the driveway, and it was amazing. She had started what looked like a positive/negative thing, with white paint and the black driveway. She sure had a talent. I crept up behind her and put my arms around her waist.
"Hey darling," I whispered. She jumped a little.
"Johnny! You startled me!" She said, laughing a little bit.
"What'cha doin'?" I asked.
"Getting even at that man in there," She said, gesturing to her house, then continuing, "The mangy old git decided to tear down everything on my walls."
"Really?" I gasped.
"Yep. Every single thing up there. He said it was vandalism of his house. My room looks like total rubbish now..." She seemed genuinely upset.
"What an idiot." I said, and we both laughed. I rubbed her shoulder, and it seemed to be comforting her.
"He can erase chalk, but he cannot erase paint," She muttered, with a little smirk on her face. I took a seat beside her and watched her paint. It reminded me of a waterfall or something, the way her brush moved. She didn't make one mistake. I was beginning to see what it was- it appeared to be some sort of dock, one I wasn't familiar with.
"Albert Dock," She said, as if reading my mind, "It's back in Liverpool."
I nodded, then asked, "Things are different here, aren't they?"
She grinned, "A little..."
A few minutes went by before she finally put her brush down.
"Done," She announced.
"It's beautiful..." I murmured, "Like you."
She blushed. "Your too sweet, Johnny."
We kissed again. It was sweet and gentle. I ran my hand through her soft hair, and she caressed my face. I held her tight, like I would never let her go. We were interrupted by a harsh voice, yelling in the distance.
"Ramona! You need to contribute and do the bloody dishes! Those things don't wash themselves!" Ramona's grandfather yelled. She rolled her eyes.
"I'll be right there," She called in a sweet voice, then muttered Tosser, under her breath.
"Don't let the voice deceive you Mr. Cade," She said with a laugh. I laughed too.
"Bye, babe." I said, and kissed her on the forehead. She giggled.
"Ah, how I like it when you say 'babe' in that American accent. Its so, so-" She struggled to find a word.
"- So cute?" I filled her in.
"Aha, yes," She answered, "So cute."
"I think it's cute when you say 'love'." I admitted, then blushed.
"Bye, luv," She said, then kissed me on the forehead. With that, we headed our separate ways. I waved goodbye for a final time, then began to walk to the lot. I guessed that maybe one of the gang was there, who wanted to play football. I reached the lot, and it was empty as usual. I stood there for a moment, and kicked some grass. Then, I sat down and thought for a moment. I thought about Ramona.
She was the girl, the girl I loved, and nothing could change that. Not her grandfather, not the gang, no one. I thought about her, only her, in my life. If she was the only one- my life would probably be heaven. It's not like I don't appreciate the gang, but they can't compare to the feelings I have for Ramona. It could be a heaven one day. Maybe, in a few years I'll save my money and move out to the country, and we could get married. Then, we could be in heaven together.
My thoughts were interrupted by the blaring of a car horn. I turned to see a blue Mustang driving right to me.
Dun-dun-dunn! Haha left you hangin' there, didn't I? I'll update soon promise!
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Cannedtuna