Rivers Edge
Chapter Seven
Knights Ridge was quiet Sunday evening all the big spenders back from Manhattan and all those who stayed by the river calming down from a long party. The Scott house was especially quiet every member hidden away in some other part of the mansion, secluded from the world around.
Katie Scott sat in the bathroom she shared with her brother; the door locked sinking into the antique replica bathtub, bubbles filling up the tub up to her neck.
There was a knock on the door and she squirmed as the door from her side of the hall opened. "It's just me." Nate Westerfeld said entering the lavish bathroom scratching the back of his neck. "I didn't know you were coming over." Katie responded sinking further into the tub. "I'm actually here to see Noah." "Oh."
"Just wanted to make sure you were alright after last nights escapades?" Nate said resting his hand the tub trying to be obvious she his girlfriends naked body just underneath the water, though it wasn't working very well. "Escapades Nate?" Katie responded joking. "I'm fine, the headache subsided and I only threw up once this morning." The model like teenage stood up after rushing his hand through the water. "I should be asking you the same thing you were the one taking over as a taxi driver." "Huh?" Katie Scott just widened her Caribbean blue eyes a hush smile across her soft skin. "Ill say bye before I leave." He said quickly backing away from the bathtub before he lost control.
"No." Nate Westerfeld called as he closed the bathroom door that entered into Kate's brother room next door. "Nate?" Noah Scott said yawning as he flipped through the channels on the television set. "Man I need to ask you something." He said sitting down on the couch in great despair rubbing his eyes harshly with his hands. "Yeah? Cause I'm kind of busy" "watching an infomercial?" Noah rolled his eyes and stood up only wearing a pair of boxers.
"Last night I was having a little sexual trouble." "Oh come on, I thought I told you not to talk about sex with my little sister." Nate nodded in response. "It's not about her... man have you ever had a little trouble filling up? Stacking the shelf?" Noah continued to look at his best friend oddly as he pulled a pair of sweatpants around his muscular waste. "I couldn't get hard last night! And we fucked anyway and I'm freaking out."
Noah shook he shoulders violently as if rolling something disgusting off his body. "Do you know how fucked up you were last night?" Nathanial shook his head looking down at the ground. "You paid a taxi driver to let you drive, ran into a bus and decided you were superman and had to save someone else. You had a naked photo shoot for playgirl, danced on top of the hotels pool table singing a song from rent and apparently fucked my sister with a floppy dick." Nate was smiling dumbly as if he suddenly was very proud of his antics.
"That's what everyone is talking about." He
replied. "I'm sure there is only so much alcohol one person can
have before they can function properly." "Well it's just
kind of killing my manhood." Noah smiled almost laughed as he
crossed his arms over his god like chest. "I'm
assuming she
didn't notice?" "Did you see your sister last night? She
was crazy as I remember."
Noah picked up the remote again and began flickering through the stations. "I'm sure it was just a flook." "Well in that case what song did I sing from rent?" "I don't know man the one that talks about bi sexual and transgender."
Not too far down the road further away from the river that ran through the middle of Knights Ridge the towns reigning goddess was sitting in an extravagantly decorated room several dresses filled with tool and obnoxious floral patterns. "The party isn't far." Jane Foster-Allen cried as she stared down at two identical looking dresses. "It's like three weeks away I think you can choose from one of these extremely similar ugly dresses later without me."
"These aren't for me Hun. They're for you." Serena rolled her eyes. "They're nice aren't they sis?" Tag Foster said from behind placing his two hands on his step sister's shoulder. "If your ten and shop at Wal-Mart." Serena said getting up pulling her blonde hair into a pony tail. "What's the matter with Wal-Mart?" Jane questioned as Serena headed towards the bedrooms door. "Nothing if you're a black hic." She smiled. "You should try it Jane. Overalls and a banjo might suit you."
In one of the most prestigious mansions of Knights Ridge Charlotte-Marie Myers walked through the hallways and rooms unable to stay still. Somehow she just wasn't tired and the usually welcomed boredom became bothersome.
"Daddy do you need some help?" she asked knocking on her father's office door. Mr. Myers looked up smiling at his only daughter. "Charlotte, do you remember Mr. Davis?" A man in his early thirties stood up from the chair his green eyes shinning as he reluctantly held out his hand. "Nice to see you again Marie." Lucky Davis said pulling back his hand and brushing it against his five o'clock shadow.
"You said you wanted to help?" Mr. Myers said sitting down Charlotte slowly retracting from the situation her shinning eyes decaying and everything she took and changed in the past year retracting all the same. "I think ill just go for a walk. I'm getting kind of tired." She said ruffling her straight across bangs in their proper place. "Charlotte was in Manhattan all weekend." "Oh is that so." Lucky said cracking a small smile. "Well we all deserve a treat, within reason." And it wasn't hard for Charlotte to feel her old somewhat reclusive and up tight ways return as his green eyes stared at her and the rush of the past year returning to this senior and suddenly it was like nothing changed at all. Except everything had.
