Yet another chapter. This really proves how much of a life I have (NOT)! I had time to write 4 chapters this week. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Okay...do I really need to keep putting this?
Ch 8: Trick or Truth
Collins flicks another bottle cap at the wall. It hits our paper target with a clink. "That's another 6 points for me and Mark!"
We highfive. "Nice shot," I say.
Angel flicks her next bottle cap. Roger whoops when it hits the bullseye in the center of the paper. "10 points!"
I stick my tounge out at him and Angel laughs. This is a game we've taken to playing when we're bored, which is often after school's over for the day. Roger and Collins have been living at my house for exactly ten days now. My dad's not very happy about the extended stay, but my mom has kept him quiet. Angel helped out by buying an air matress for Roger and some more sheets and pillows. Roger's black eye has almost completely vanished, except for a light purple spot beneath the eye. Today is the day before Halloween.
"Guys," Angel bites her lip. "I was wondering...well you know Halloween's tomorrow...could we...I mean would you guys want to-."
Collins leans over and plants a kiss right on his lover's lips, cutting her off mid-sentance. "Yes, baby we can go trick-or-treating if you want to."
Angel's eyes light up. "Thank you baby! Thank you!" she squeals. Halloween is Angel's favorite holiday, and there's nothing she loves more than dressing up and going trick-or-treating. "We should invite Maureen and Joanne to come along! And Mark, Roger you should come too!"
I look at Roger, who shrugs like 'Why not?'. "Sure we'll come." I say. Angel's smile lights up the room.
The Next Day
"Halloween 1985, 7pm Eastern Standard Time. Us 17 year old seniors, are trick-or-treating like a bunch of 7 year old second graders." I turn the camera on Angel, who's dressed fully in drag. She's wearing a zebra print mini dress with red leggings and sparkly wedge heels. Her short black wig frames her face nicely. "Having fun Angel?" I ask.
She looks at me like I'm stupid. "Hell yes! I'm having a great time!" She turns to Collins and pecks him on the cheek. Collins is dressed as James Bond, complete with the trademark sun glasses and a blue suit jacket. Collins returns the peck with a full on french kiss.
"Oh guys! Get a room!" Mimi cries. Her light blue spandex pants squeak as they rub together, and her cheetah print boots click on the pavement.
I turn the camera on Maureen who's in a skin tight catsuit. "Hiyah!" she screams, aiming a karate kick at me. I dodge and start laughing. "How do I look Marky?" she smiles devilishly. I can't help but stare at the curves of her body, made perfect by the black leather encasing them.
"Mark," Joanne warns. Her usual sweater vest is replaced by a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. She refused to dress up after a three hour fight with Maureen. "She's mine! Keep that gaze somewhere else!" She places a protective hand on Maureen's ass, argument forgotten.
"Fine!" I huff, mock pouting. I turn the camera on Roger. He also refused to dress up, but he does carry a pillow case that's already half full with candy.
"Mark!" he covers his face with his hands. "I told you I don't like being filmed!" I snatch away his pillow case, forcing him to remove his hands from his face to grab for it.
"Happy Halloween Roger!" I sneer at him. "Say hi to the folks at home Rog! Let them see your pretty face!"
He flips me the bird right in the camera lens. I decide to surrender his bag. With the nice image of Roger's middle finger fresh on film, I decide to shut off the camera as well.
Angel leads the way up to the next house. She skips up the steps and rings the doorbell. We wait for a few minutes until the doorknob slowly turns. A little girl stands in the doorway. Her sparkly princess get up could be seen from half a mile away. She holds a bag of candy, ready to give us some. Upon seeing such big kids she takes a few steps back and her eyes widen uncertainly.
Angel kneels down in front of the girl. "Hi princess," she smiles kindly. "I like your Halloween costume. You look really pretty, sweetheart."
The little girl grins a huge toothless little grin. "T-thanks, would you like some candy?" She holds out the bag to Angel.
"Sure," Angel reaches slowly into the bag and grabs a few pieces. "I'm Angel. What's your name?" The little girl opens her mouth to answer.
"Lilian! What are you doing?" A middle aged woman appears behind the little girl, interrupting her.
"Talking to my new friends momma!" Lilian truns and smiles at her mother.
"Lily, I think it's time you come inside," her mom grabs her arm and tries to pull her back inside the house.
"Momma no! I wanna stay here!"
"Lilian Anne! Get inside now!"
Lily falls silent. She starts to head back inside. Before she enters the doorframe again she turns and smiles at Angel again. "Bye Angel," she whispers sadly.
"Bye Princess, Happy Halloween." Angel smiles sadly and stands back up as Lily disappears into the house.
Lily's mother's gaze turns to ice. "Listen, you stay away from my little girl. You hear me?"
"Ma'am, we were just being social. We're sorry to have frightened you," Angel attempts to apologize.
The woman give her a disgusted look. "Get off my property you fags!" With that she slams the door in our faces.
"Angel," Collins begins, but Angel's already half way down the front walk. "Angel!" Collins and Mimi chase after her frantically. The rest of us follow as fast as we can.
We finally catch up with a near hysterical Angel wrapped in Collins' embrace. Mimi sushes her gently, rubbing her back.
"Angel chica," Mimi soothes. "It's okay. That woman doesn't know, she doesn't understand."
"I-I know..." Angel chokes. "I j-just, don't want that s-sweet little Lily to turn out like t-that. It's n-not fair. Kids don't n-need to be taught like that. It's not r-right!" She collapses in a fit of sobs. "I-I just w-wish I could s-stop the m-moment in every k-kid's life, where t-they learn to j-judge people like t-that."
"Shhhhh baby," Collins pulls Angel into him again. We decide it's time to stop trick-or-treating.
My parents and Cindy are at a Halloween party on Long Island and won't be back until about noon tomorrow. So when Collins invites everyone back to my place, I don't stop him. We get home and, predictably, Collins raids the liquor cabinet for a bottle of Stoli and Angel and Mimi decide we should watch a scary movie in the spirit of Halloween.
"OHHHH!" Maureen squeals. "Let's watch Friday the 13th!"
My heart skips a beat. I gulp and find myself looking at Roger. He fidgets uncomfortably as well, remembering what happened the last time he and I watched Friday the 13th together.
"Yes!" Angel and Mimi agree simutaniously. "Let's watch it!"
Maureen pops in the tape. The beginning is relatively exciting, but as the movie drones on we begin to grow somewhat bored.
"Guys!" Maureen whines for the millionth time. "I'm bored!"
"We know baby, you've made that very clear," Joanne mutters.
Maureen bites her lip, thinking. Suddenly her eyes light up. "Let's play a truth or dare!" Maureen grabs the Stoli bottle from Collins and takes a swig. We all groan, Maureen always instigates these kind of things. "C'mon pookie! It'll be fun!" Maureen pats the ground next to her and Joanne slides in next to her.
Mimi and Angel exchange a glance. "I'm in if you're in," Mimi says. Angel just nods. They start to form the circle with Maureen and Joanne.
"Oh Collins, get your lazy ass down here," Angel grabs the larger man's wrists and pulls him down next to her. In the process Collins grabs my foot as well.
"If I'm going down, Marky's coming with me," he chuckles as I roll my eyes and grudgingly sit next to him.
"Roger?" Angel looks at the only person still rooted to the couch.
"Not in a million years."
"Aww Rog, c'mon don't be such a kill joy!" Collins says. Roger stares at all of us, pondering for a moment.
"Fine," he grumbles, sliding in between me and Joanne. "But only if I can choose the first victim." No one argues with him. After a quick inspection of all the candidates, he turns to Angel. "Angel, truth or dare?"
"Truth, I'll play it safe," Angel's eyes take on a mock innocent look. "For now." The innocence replaced with meschief.
"Hmmmm," Roger strokes his chin thoughtfully making us all laugh. "Who was the first person you kissed?" Angel looks at him like 'That's the best you can do?' "Dude!" Roger protests. "I'm not drunk enough to think of anything good yet."
"Well then we'll have to fix that won't we?" Collins passed Roger the Stoli, from which Roger takes a swig without protest.
"In answer to your question," Angel interrupts. "I kissed a boy named Kyle Masser in the 8th grade. He was the first guy I had a crush on." Angel turns to Mimi. "Mimi chica, truth or dare?"
"Dare," Mimi smiles naughtily.
"I dare you...to...,"Angel gazes upward, thinking. Her face lights up and her eyes lock on Mimi as she gets an idea. "Flash us!"
"Ay no!" Mimi blushes bright red. "Angel, tengo que?"
"Si, su un desafio." By now we've become used to their frequent spanish exchanges. Angel stares Mimi down until Mimi finally stands up. She moves to stand in front of the couch and grabs the bottom of her shirt. "On three!" Angel coaches. "Uno, dos tres." Mimi pulls up her shirt over her head for a split second. I catch a glimpse of a pink lace bra and Mimi's impressive tits and feel my face go hot.
"Jesus Meems!" Maureen squeaks. "Who knew you had such an impressive rack?"
"Maureen!" Joanne, Mimi, and Angel cry at the same time.
"I'm sorry but it's true," Maureen gestures towards Mimi. "I mean Joanne honestly did you see those thing-." Joanne cuts her off with an intense stare, and then galnces at me. I just smirk as I can easily read her thoughts. And so the tango continues.
"Um...Roger!" Mimi's eager to change the subject. "Truth or dare?"
"I guess truth," Roger mutters.
After a moments hesitation, Mimi asks, "Who was the last person you kissed?"
The entire room freezes. My breath gets caught in my throat. I turn my head slowly and find Roger's eyes already trained on me. Our gazes lock for a moment and I know what he's going to say. Then suddenly he turns away from me. His faces takes on an embarassed expression. "April," he murmers. I let out a sigh that I'm sure is visible to the room, although I don't think anyone notices.
Collins breaks the awkward scilence. "Damn Roger, we need to get you laid!" We all burst out laughing. Roger and I lock eyes again.
'Thank you' I tell him.
He simply nods.
We spend the remainder of the night getting completely wasted.
Well, there you go! Hope you enjoyed it! I just really wanted to put in Halloween because I LOVE Angel, and as you know it's her favorite holiday. R&R please! Next chapter will be a bit more interesting I swear.
