A/N: And here it goes... =)
The Person- Rockford 'Rocky' Myers-DeSantos, the Stoned Bastard
Chapter 21- ROCKY roads
Xxxxx
2004 Corinth Ct.
Angel Grove, CA
Right now, I was on the phone with my girl.
We weren't boyfriend or girlfriend or anything like that, but we had our intimate moments. Just an hour ago, I was mercilessly pounding into her and driving her to 'O-Town'. The way she felt beneath me, and how she shuddered because of my doing, I couldn't help but reach my climax at the same time. She was a really good fucking lay; just like her, and her, and her. So, I've had quite a bit of partners in my life. Most, if not all, were one night stands. Altogether, I'd say I've fucked about 30 girls, and I'm just 22. That number will eventually increase.
"Tomorrow, you should come over and we need to do it again." She sexily requested. I nodded. "My pussy loves you."
"As long as that's the only part that does." I detested her heart to love me, since I wasn't the type to fall in love.
While still on the phone, I headed to the outside of the apartment I shared with my douche of a brother, Eric. I sat on the stool that I had provided for this special occasion. I took out my pipe and my medicine pill bottle packed with blueberry kush. My connect always came through with the good shit. He was cool, but I always hated that he acted black. It wasn't even casual thing, he overzealously did it. And trust me, I had nothing against black people.
I wouldn't be prejudiced against the African American women, they knew how to suck my dick correctly.
I started to pack my red and blue pipe with little triangles decorated around it. To the brim, this little thing had the heavenly green leaves, with a little bit of blue laced in, tightly compacted inside. I delicately placed my finger on the hole, held the pipe to my mouth, and excitedly, I ignited the damn thing. The crisp leaves began to cackle, as it burned. The potent product hit my mouth, traveled down my throat at the light of speed, and engulfed my lungs with it's enchanting charm. Under it's intense spell, I began to cough loudly. My eyes were beginning to dry, but I needed more.
"Rocky, are you smoking again?" She inquisitively wondered out loud. I questioned if she was still under the magical, heavenly feeling that I was succumbing to. We had smoked earlier, but she couldn't hang like me. At the center of my third bowl, she wished to get down. I willingly obliged, since I loved that just as much as I loved weed. Well, mabye I loved weed a little more.
Marijuana has always been my comfort though. My conviction held to this day, this thing would always be reliant.
I chronically coughed and wheezed. My eyelids were severely droopy, and I almost couldn't stand. Therefore, my head fell back, and I closed my eyes. There's always been an issue in my nose, almost like there was this blockage. Anyways, in result, my snoring was definitely out of this world. A loudly, pitchy gurgling noise was the last thing I heard before sleep retrieved my body.
Six hours later…
"What the hell?!" I furiously demanded to know who the fuck tried to sit on me. It's not like I was fat anymore, but I wasn't stick skinny. Thus, I should be fucking seen! Also, I was built like an Adonis. Couldn't say the same thing about my brother, Eric, but he wasn't a complete bow wow. I tossed to the opposite side of my antecedent spot, so I could ignore ihs taunts.
As I tried to get comfortable, I realized I was on a softer surface and my body was at a horizontal angle. What the fuck? How the hell did I get inside the house? Better yet, I shimmied a bit, what was I doing on the couch? Holy shit, my back was about to suffer this happened; I was so inebriated sometimes.
"What the fuck is that?" He snapped, and I had no clue what he as talking about.
"What the fuck is what?" I grumbled with an elevated voice. He couldn't and shouldn't speak to me like that.
"Why the hell are you getting upset with me for! If anything, I should be upset with your lousy attitude and irresponsibility by holding that damn drug item!" How in the fuck did I end up living with a motherfucking pig?!
"Know what? Fuck you! You are a pompous, egotistical jerk, and no wonder no one wants your ass!" I faced him fearlessly, and I even got up. I was a man, who needed beauty sleep, but son of a fucking bitch, Eric, was always so damn overbearing and infuriatingly woke me up. As always, I thought it was due to his high opinion of himself, but no, it's cause he was a fucking jackass and needed pussy in his life. Of course, he never got any. What woman would be sane enough to have him hovering over her? I quaked at the thought. "Eric, you suck!" I cursed at my favorite piece laying casually on the floor. I picked it up, and I approached my bedroom.
"No, you suck. Your ethics suck, your attitude sucks, and the only thing you have going for your life is the fact that you make good money as a baker. Even though it is a girly job."
I'll show you girly, you asshole! I heatedly mused, and I turned to him with narrowed eyes. "At least my big dick gets sucked by a woman, and I never had to introduce the five finger special to it. Unlike you!" I victoriously smirked.
"Get ready for work, you jackass!"
That's the best you could do? I comically thought, while I headed into my unique bedroom. Lined against the walls were the posters of my favorite hotties. Lily Thai, Jenna Jameson, Janine, Kobe Thai, Brianna Banks, and Tera Patrick. Those were the best porn stars around. I should know, since their DVDs were secretly stashed away.
Finally, noting the time, I realized I needed to fucking book it. I hurried into my shower and quickly scrubbed my body like my life depended on it. Partly, my life did depend on this job. I was the head baker at Fusion Brasserie, this bistro/bakery, a lot of people tended to brag about. Those blueberry and strawberry scones were invented and prepared by me. They were a buttery taste of heaven, believe me. Nevertheless, I was heavily trusted and very loved at this place.
After tasting one of my delicacies, and even though I had failed the drug test very much so, the manager hired me. At that point, she were desperate for a baker, and I was the perfect fit for the job. For that reason alone, they saw past my love for marijuana.
The stipulation was, I couldn't smoke anywhere near the place, if they searched me, they shouldn't find anything on me, and I wouldn't disclose the results of my first drug test. Hello, I wasn't a dumbass. Of course I wasn't going to say, 'hey, by the way, they hired me, even with my positive drug test!' Well, first of all, that's stupid, and two, it's unconstitutional.
They took a chance on me when they didn't need to, and that I was thankful for.
Coming out of the bathroom, I placed on my duds without the appropriate baker shirt. I didn't want it to get too sweaty with the extra moisture that would resurface time and time again due to my slightly strenuous bike ride from Angel Grove to Stone Canyon. That was truly a mouthful. Anyways, I grabbed my backpack and headed to my bike, not just any bike, but a unique, top of the line, mountain bike. Alright with the income I got from my job, I was expected to own some luxury car. Honestly, I couldn't afford the thing, since I was spending quite a bit of money on my habit.
Besides, I was less likely to add to the pollution, and bike riding held it's own health benefits. So ha! Though, the ride sometimes caused me to lose my breath. Maybe it was because my lungs were worked into overdrive constantly.
I went down Corinth Ct. and made a left, as I came down, I saw the sign for Ocean's Bluff Ave and cut through there. That was the main street that held a shorter route to Stone Canyon. I went over the bridge, and I peddled away. I mean, Eric would rag on me if I was late and lost my job.
This ride was kind of salutary. In my life, there were things I was proud of, and there were things I didn't exactly like to own up to.
Eric's two years older than me, and after our father, if he could be called that, was sent to prison and never seen or heard from again, he took over. He began to act like a surrogate father, since our mother hardly had any time to date or be involved. I think somewhere inside of her, she was too scared to date. I've been informed about the terrible and irreprehensible acts that asshole has committed. Although I don't remember the degree, I did feel the time he beat my brother and I. The two of us couldn't sleep on our backs, until it was fully healed. Furthermore, our mother worked around the clock. She was trying to provide for us and help us move.
Subsequently, we ended up in this suburb.
Eric had found what he wanted to do in life, which was to become a police officer. Our mother was so proud of him, but she constantly depended on him. Honestly, that wasn't fair to Eric, nor was it fair to me. My older brother was looked at as the man, while I was viewed as the defenseless little brother. Mother didn't have to favor us as different titles, but she unfortunately did. He had undergone a drastic personality change, and he was colder than what I was used to.
Our relationship was never the same.
In middle school, I was introduced to marijuana by a friend. I felt peer pressured into smoking, but I wanted to fit in. Believe me, I really, truly did. The first stab at it, I was chastised because I couldn't hang. I coughed and wheezed, and I stumbled all over the place like an idiot, some of my so called friends said I was an embarrassment. They alleged that I would be the factor to get them caught, since I was so so obvious while high. I couldn't let that happen, and I didn't want to lose friends. So, I had to build up my resistance to it's effect. Therefore, I was highly conditioned to need this drug. If I didn't smoke, the withdrawals were a bitch. It made me miserable if I didn't smoke every two hours.
In high school, I also realized there were girls my age, and they were very alluring. I definitely didn't discriminate, since I wanted to sample them all. I lost my virginity at the age of 14, and she was a cute Latina. After that, I got into the Asian phase, and the girls really had narrow pathways. I really couldn't dig deep enough without hurting them. Soon, I had sex with some Caucasian girls. They were alright, a majority of them were loose though. But, I would have to say my favorites were African American girls. There was something about them, and it was like they knew how to please me. Yet, I was still open-minded about other races. Hey, as long as the were cute, that's all that mattered to me.
The way I met a majority of the ladies I had sex with was through cooking. I took the cooking class, and that's where I flourished. Food has always been my comfort. I gained a lot of weight because of the marijuana smoking. I forgot the effects were an increase in the appetite. By eighth grade, I had slimmed down. I found the rightufl balance. So, cooking class had it's perks. One, I'd be around gorgeous girls, and two, I'd get to eat! That class was a breeze, and I expanded on my talent by taking some classes at the local community college. Sweets were my forte, and my red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting were to die for.
As of right now, my world revolved around sweets, sweet girls, and an abundance of sweet kush. Hopefully, through this rocky road, I'll find my way. Maybe even build a better relationship with my brother. We hardly did anything together, since he became very close to his law enforcement partner, Wes Collins. Yes, I was very envious of the two.
Xxxxx
Karovian Cir.
Stone Canyon, CA
I came around the corner, and whistled at the sight of a typical car accident. Possibly, that's another reason why I didn't have a car. Stupid drivers cause accidents that could potentially kill someone. I took a quick look, and well, it looked like the hot woman caused it. Ain't that at a bitch, I wished to be her knight in shining armor. I looked at my watch, and I didn't have enough time to stop or take a hit of marijuana. Damn it, perhaps a car would help in this kind of situation.
Xxxxx
1994 Stone Canyon Ave.
Stone Canyon, CA
Towards the back of the restaurant, I parked my bike. I locked it up, since this was my only way home. The nearby, residing businesses were quite affluent, but one could never bee too careful. I entered towards the back room. That housed the lockers, and I took off my backpack. Inside was my assigned shirt, and I eagerly smoothed it out. I placed the white, sous chef jacket on, and I went to the bakery. The place was already busy, and I loved that.
This day would go by quickly.
I washed my hands systematically, since I didn't want any germs to infest the food. Drying them fully, I headed to my assigned spot.
My station had a note on it.
"more blueberry and strawberry
scons rocky"
I had to laugh. Someone forgot to place a vowel in there. Either way, I got to work. In a typical morning, I would make about 250 of these wonderful biscuits intended to be eaten with coffee.
I heated the oven to 350 degrees, and then I gathered the dry ingredients. Forty two cups of flour went into the larger than life mixing machine, along with five and one quarter cups of brown sugar and one and one quarter cups of baking powder. Wait, the baking powder needed another full tablespoon. These measurements have to be precise, or else it wouldn't taste exquisite. The next ingredient I added was one tablespoon with two and one quarter teaspoons of salt. See, exact measurements were key. I started the mixer, and I began to slowly add five and a quarter cups of chopped, cold butter. Bit by bit, I added ten and a half cups- each - of blueberries and strawberries. Once I saw the mixture was thoroughly combined, I turned it off. In a separate bowl, I mixed fifteen and a two thirds cups of half and half cream with twenty egg. Pretty soon, I restarted the machine, and I gently united the dry and wet components. With that done, I spread the concoction on the cool, steel table.
Very carefully, I kneaded and divided the dough. Pretty soon tiny triangles were cut, and I placed them inside.
"Ay, Rocko, you gotta see the new waitress. Bro, she smokin!" My co-worker informed me with a dreamy look on his face.
"Yeah?" I interestedly questioned, and he nodded. I immediately walked to the front and saw the manager and the new girl. She was definitely a looker, with blondish-brownish hair, lightly tanned skin, and a great looking body, from what I could see. The little waitress uniform this place supplied did wonders for her body. She was definitely going to get a ton of tips.
"Ah, this is the best baker in town, or well, rather your town!" I concluded she was from Angel Grove also.
I hugged my manager. She was the one who hired me and let me work here regardless of the administered drug test. "And who's this?" I smiled at her, but she didn't return one back. Moreover, she didn't even shake the hand I offered. Our boss wasn't happy with Ashley's attitude, and shit, neither was I.
Snooty bitch, I snorted at her demeanor. On the other handl, I'd still do dirty stuff with her.
"Sorry about that. My name is Ashley, it's nice to meet you." She still didn't take my offered hand, so I became really turned off by that. "Can I get started?" She asked the boss.
With that, I just returned to my station. I've had sex with some of the waitresses here, so she would've been a number on my list anyway.
"She shot you down?" Another co-worker questioned me, and he was laughing in my face.
"Fuck you." I lightly smacked him. "She just hasn't gotten to know me. So, just watch." Now, that sounded like a challenge. I couldn't exactly back down, now, could I?. "Alright the scones are just about done. Just take them out, and I'll start on the red velvet cupcakes." I updated the crew, and they nodded.
I wanted to try one more time.
Ashley was aimlessly organizing the receptionist counter together, and I smiled. After finally getting a good look at her, I realized she was sad. There was a mark on her forehead, but I looked passed that. The way she spoke about having a boyfriend, she wasn't excited at all. Another thing that bothered me, was how she never met my eyes. Even if I could get a chance to hit it from the back, I finally realized, it never would've worked. She was weird, eccentric, in my opinion.
I returned to the back and got underway with the famous red velvet cupcakes. And then, I got a call to take the phone at the front by the register. That was odd, but I answered accordingly.
"This is Rocky." I answered.
"Hey, Bro."
"E-E-Eric?" I stuttered, at his introduction. Just this morning, the two of us were at each other's throats and ready to fight, now he was greeting me kindly. Something must've gone down. "Are you okay?"
"Better than okay, trust me." He responded in a blissfully distracted tone. "I was coming to see you earlier, but some shit got in the way."
"Okay." I answered with some aloofness. He was dragging on this conversation, and it just started.
"Well, when do you get a break?"
"What the heck?!" A couple of patrons curiously surveyed me, and I anxiously smiled. Maybe, my outburst was a little too loud. At least, I made sure not to use an expletive.
"Don't be so surprised. I'm making a big order." That's always a good thing, since that meant more profit, but why did I need to take my break? "I'm on my way, right now, so take this down." He fired off the food he wanted, and I scratchily wrote it like a chicken.
"Anything else?"
"Yeah, take a break, hell, call off the rest of the day. I want you to meet my date for tonight." Alright, my brother had gone completely insane.
"Date, what date?!" I practically hissed. If my brother was starting to get more action then I was, then I knew in 2012 the Mayans' would be fucking correct. The world was set to end.
"You think you are the only Myers-DeSantos man to get action. Hell no, and besides, this girl is perfect for me."
"Oh, so she's crazy." I replied with a smirk.
"Just call off the rest of the day." He laughed, and for some odd reason, I was going to listen to him.
Quickly, we hung up.
I informed my crew I was going to take leave for the day, and they looked at me funny. It was uncharacteristic of me to take a day off. Usually, I was the last one to leave. Which would make me tired the following day, but I would still work through it. Today, I was extremely listless and in need of some comfort. By comfort, I need a bowl, and this would be the only way to comply with my job and get what I needed. In addition, I needed to meet Eric's date and see if she had a sister.
As I walked to the bistro part, I saw Ashley and another woman with her. Ashley was in tears, and I furrowed my brows. When I let her, she was fine.
"Hey, Ashley, are you alright?" I gasped, once she looked at me. Her eyes were swollen, she looked like a raccoon, and her blush was enhanced with finger markings. Yes, after having sex with several females, there was a ton of makeup lingo I picked on. Now, let's get back to the task at hand.
"Ro-Rocky, I'm fine." She attempted a brave face, but I knew otherwise.
"If someone hurt you, let me know, my brother's a cop." I had just met her, but I felt like she needed help.
"No." She softly countered, and I looked at the petite woman with her. She looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Do you know her?"
"She's my sister." She self consciously responded, and I looked between the two of them, there was definitely something wrong with her and Ashley.. "Ash, let him help." She ordered with little to no confidence.
These sisters were doomed.
"No, now if you both excuse me, I need to get back to work." She shrugged us off, and there was nothing else I could do. Until she said otherwise, I simply had to carry on. I headed to the food line, and I dropped off my brother's order. After that, I strolled over to the manager's office.
"Yes, Rocky." She promptly replied to my knock, and she smiled at me.
I shook of the mental images of just a few moments ago. I wasn't positive, but now that I thought about it, she possessed all of the signs of a woman abused. I hoped to ask my mom, or at the very least my brother. He should know something.
"Uh, I need to take off the rest of the day." I said, and she reclined back in her chair in an intimidating fashion. "This will be the one and only time I do this." I vowed.
"Very well." She answered, while she dismissed me with her hand. I wished to ask what she was thinking, but I accepted it and headed out. I didn't want to question her more than I needed to.
"Rocky, your food order is just about ready." The chef readily updated, and I nodded. I escaped to the back lockers, and I began to undress into more comfortable clothes.
My cell phone rang, and I hit send on it. "Rocky, where are you? I'm starving, and I got a girl waiting for me." He boastfully reminded again.
"Hey, don't forget I have a girl waiting for me." Another voice updated, and I couldn't help but think it was deep as all of hell.
"Well, there better be a girl for me." I seriously quipped, since I was taking off. There had to be something in it for me.
"I think they do have another sister." Eric inputted.
"They?" I nosily wondered. What had gone on in my brother's morning? My interest was running wild.
"Yeah, we'll tell you, just hurry up."
"What about my bike?" I questioned, since it was my mode of transportation.
"I'll take you back after the concert." He answered, and I furrowed my brows again.
"Concert? Alright, that does it." I motioned, while my free hand went in the air. "You have a lot of essplainin to do." I scolded.
"Make sure to grab the food, and we'll talk." He replied.
With no more distractions, I slung my backpack over my shoulder. The next thing I did, I went to pick up the food from the bistro, and then from the bakery. I walked to the front, and I made sure to check on Ashley. She was nowhere to be found and neither was her sister. By the way, her sister was cute, and I wondered if she was single or if her and Ashley had a sister. I shrugged it off and became red with embarrassment suddenly.
"Oh, come on!" I irately shouted. "The cop car?!"
"Hey, you aren't the only one that's upset." The blonde haired guy, that looked like he had escaped from an Amerbercrombie and Fitch catalog, agreed with me. Since when did my brother hang out with those kind? I mean, Wes was a good looking guy, but this guy was even more good looking than him!
Yes, I'm very comfortable with my sexuality.
"Now, hurry up. There's a lot I gotta fill you in on."
"You bet you do." I entered the car and left with my brother and the model.
Xxxxx
1995 Angel Grove St.
Angel Grove Regional
Although I was at a hospital, and my brother was a cop, I found an isolated spot and smoked my gratifying bowl. There was a lot I had to wrap my head around. Let me see, where should I start?
Well, my brother has a date with a woman named, Taylor. She's a little abrasive, but she was very perfect for Eric. Sparks were literally flying between the two. Her sister has a date with Carter, the guy I thought was the model, but he's a firefighter. Their sister already had a date, not sure with who, but she had one. Then there's Wes, someone I was already acquainted with, and he was already involved with Jen. She seemed normal enough, but it's obvious she's haunted by something in her past that makes me perceive her as kooky. Conner, who's Jen's brother, has a crush on a girl that's he's never met! This must be a small world because that girl happened to be Wes' little sister!
Speaking of little sister's, Carter's sisters were Ashley and Kim. He texted them to come to the concert, who was headlined by Kira, Wes's little sister and Conner's crush. I was going to mention what happened with Ashley, but I didn't want to upset him. For goodness sakes, I had just met the guy and in no way, was I trying to intrude.
Then, I saw the people that had rented Eric and I the apartment we live in right now. He updated me that their daughter had died, and he felt saddened by the passing. He had been on the scene, and he didn't even place two and two together. Me too because I had sex with their daughter about nine months ago. She was very good in bed too. Such a waste, and I didn't even know she was pregnant. I hope the child is okay.
What the hell was going on?! This day was already crazy, since Eric was being nice to me. Now, I'm related to all these new people somehow. The thought was mind boggling, and I smoked to get rid of the surprising feeling.
I exhaled my last hit, and I placed my pipe back inside my pocket. Blown like a red, hot air balloon, I dreamily returned to inside. I needed to find my brother, and his apparent new girlfriend and new friends. Honestly, I forgot how to get back to him.
Guessing, since I was exhausted, which was the outcome of the last bowl I smoked. Not only that, but there must've been something added to the shit. I headed into a room, it was like a gravitational force was pulling me there. Maybe, the powerfully enhanced weed that was doing this to me. I just went with the flow. Inside of the room, there was a very eye-catching African American woman and an Africam American man was holding her hand. I assumed they were boyfriend and girlfriend. There goes my opportunity.
"Ooops, my bad." I felt rude for interrupting their quiet time together.
"Huh?!" The groggy man questioned me.
A soft gasp was emitted, and I looked at the woman in the bed. Damn it, I interrupted her sleep.
Up Next: Chapter 22- Aisha Johnson-Campbell, the Vulnerable Addict