Chp48 animal school
I watch my world dancing. They jump and bop about the great room. They seem so free and happy. I catch her eyes as she twists and grooves. I feel so old and feeble in her bright light. I drift back to a past place.
During the early year. Just the two of us, on the road. We wander into a bluegrass festival in the Ozarks. A county fairgrounds nestled in the pines. We set up the camper and drift about the booths and campers, listen to the bands. Enjoying the music. After the last band, a Rock-Billy band, a mix of several bands, takes over. The music is good. I see Anna wants to dance but is afraid. I take her hand and lead her into the crowd. Normal I would be terrified to be in a crowd. But here and now it's just us.
My arms hold her as we slowly move with the music, imitating the other couples. Feeling her heart beat. Listening to the nocturnal sound mixing with man-made sounds. The world shrinks to just us. We move and feel lost in our bubble. Till an older couple taps my shoulder, I look about. The band is gone, the crowd is gone. The lights are off. We've been dancing in the dark, for I don't know how long. The other couple laugh as we wander back to the beast. They tell us we should never lose each other, because we have a once in a life time love.
Anna is sleepy, as I remove her clothes. Stroking her face. I lay with her in my arms. I would love to make her mine. But were not to that yet. So, I hold her and dream of a future when I can make love to her. She lays in a bed of flowers, in a green meadow. Lost in the late spring air. As we listen to children play. I cup her breast and lick her lip, teasing her tongue out to play. I smell the soft scent of her, glistening bead of sweat as she heats up. That endearing giggle. Her smoldering look. I harden. As I stroke her sex. Making the most of her dress I mount her slowly steady, bring us both to a peak and release. Laying as she cuddles into me. We hear the children come closer, they lay about us. I feel the world tilt and bring me such joy as she strokes my chest and kisses my ear. I take her hand, I study the ring that just appears on it. My wedding band. I feel hands on my chest as I look up at the children that surround us. Six pair of eyes, laughing, happy, my kids. I hear a voice calling. It's mom and dad, calling us to a picnic. The happy family Grey.
A hand grabs mine, she pulls me into the dance. We beep-bop, hop and dance. The kids are trying to make moves but mostly jerking like Elliot and Kate do. Anna starts to twirl as I grasp her. The eyes lock on me, I see the happy loving woman I married. She starts dancing with James, I pick up Phoebe and twirl her around. We dance into the night. We happy few, we family Grey.
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Sandra-pov
Dad is a little mad that I carried a knife to school, but I don't feel safe without it. I mean it's hard being a 12-year old freshman, it was easier when everyone though, I was retarded. Mom is never going to let me use that dodge again. I feel safe with her, she told me about number three. I remember the foster parents like that, fear, pain, invisible. Mom is the best, she makes me happy, safe, accepted. James would use the L word, but it's too soon. After the kidnapping last week, my guards are doubled. I don't have any friends, James and Lang have a few, the tolerate me, I guess.
I have to work harder, keep perfect grades, or they might send me back. James, say they won't, but they have in the past. I want to believe, but something is holding me back, some fear, some doubt. I try to be perfect, but I fail. Last night dad dance with me. Made me feel weird. Like a princess in one of those Disney films. Like he loved and cherished me, I know its dumb. Must concentrate on the history lesson.
Just a few weeks till Easter, Mom is planning a trip to the Grand's farm. We'll each have our own tent. James and Lang tell me it's the best, although Phoebe will sleep in the over head of the RV. Easter egg hunts, feast, games. I have only vague memories of these things, well since moving in with the Grey, food hasn't been a problem. Lots of fruit and vegetable to snack on. I steal looks in the bathroom mirror. My chest is growing, I feel thing differently. More intense, more deeply, Aunt Kate say my hormone are kicking in, soon I'll have my period. I really freaked over that, fearing that Dad would be like the others. They sat me down and explained it to me. I still fear my period; will it change things. Will it cause dad to be like the others?
Finally, school is out, just get past the mean girls, past the jocks. To my CPO and home. James, Lang and Emma are waiting. We head to grandparents' house. Mom and Dad have a date dinner at some charity in Portland. We arrive to Grandpa Ray sitting on the steps. We drag him up, he's loads of fun. Max is showing me how to throw my knife. Tinkerbelle is pushing on me, we take her for a run. I stop to catch my breathe. I look up, the most gorgeous boy is staring at me. Brown dark eyes smoldering at me. From the gate of the big house down the road. He's my age I think? I blush as he stares. I try to move with grace and balance. I feel like a coltish horse with broken legs. I wonder who he is. I am over heated and strangle wet, in all the wrong places. I will have to ask grandma Grace.
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I sit in home room, waiting for class to begin. I doddle to pass the time. I feel strange, looking up he's here. He looks different up close. More perfect, a strong face and chin, with brown hair, just hiding his eyes. Perfect. He sits across the room and ignores me. The teacher makes him do a brief intro. "I'm Camron Connors, I'm from the east." He refuses to say more. After class I follow him like a lost dog. Shit, another class together.
BY days' end, I don't know how I'll make thru the rest of the year. Every class, we have together. He's an enigma wrapped in a puzzle, coated with chocolate mousse with sprinkles. I moo eyes his hot being. His lips I want to taste. He talks as little as possible. He doesn't take shit from anyone. All the older girls are chasing him. He ignores them too.
We're walking to the car, when we see two jocks pushing him, whoa both go down, he moves like Sawyer or Uncle Jason. He finishes with them, he looks at me with those eyes. Like I'm his. I feel wet again. Grandma Graces says it natural. That I'm learning to like boys. He heads to a CPO and a car. I must find out about him.
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Cameron-pov
She in my classes, all my frigging classes. I hate her. I want her. She doesn't deserve me, not with my baggage. The jocks provide some relieve, but she was there, watching me. I stared into those green eyes in almond skin. I want her, like I want my mother. I can never have her again. Dad was away when she died. I cried for days, and days. My gentle sweet mother, how the cancer took her body. But never her spirit. She held my hand till the end. I sleep in the house in the grave yard, where her family is buried. Dad hurts too, but big, bad, CEO don't cry on the marble of the tomb. I hated him for weeks. The new wife is Ok, but she doesn't want kids and especial me.
I spy on her. I can see her backyard by the lake with my telescope, walking the dogs. Sometimes she not there for days. I should get closer, but I feel afraid. Sandra Grey? Who are you? Would you like me? Will dad's money put you off? Will my past put you off? I stare at her thru the lens.
I try to ignore and stay away, but I can't. Dad and new wife Sue are going to Cabo for Easter, I decline. They leave me with the housekeeper, a fat lazy cow. I head to the mall. I'm just walking around, killing time. Three more school days till break. I watch the people, wondering if their like me, screwed up in the head. I'm thirteen and a waste of carbon. I feel strange, I look about? There she is. I harden for her. I try to turn inward, control my body. I hear a scream; my eyes fly open. The in crowd from school is surrounding her. I move like a missile.
I bull thru the crowd and punch a senior jock. He goes down like I hit him with a bat. She punches one of the IT girls. I grab her hand, electric shock. We run out of the circle as CPO and rental cops arrive. We head to Spencer's to hide. In the back, between the neon and sex stuff. I take her face in my hands and kiss her. With all my might. She opens to me. Our tongues battle and explore.
Lost in the kissing we don't realize the CPO have found us. I blush, as does she. We joke and gaff about the pot shirts, the sex toys and gages. At the front. I take her hand and kiss her lips. "Sandra?" "Cam?"
