This is the first chapter. Okay, I know you guys aren't that dumb, but I have gotten myself in the habit of writing the chapter number. I guess that happens sometimes, doesn't it? Thank you all for your wonderful reviews! I just have a few things to say to my reviewers.
Tashue: I'm considering doing slash in this, but I'm not totally sure about that one. I'm giving it serious consideration, though. I could use your help in that area, ya know? How about it girlie?
Carly: I've already got a name picked out for the girl, but I'll see what I can do for ya.
Heaven: I'm not the Marquin with the freaky earsex tendencies. That's you, honey child. Lol.
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Chapter 1-
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I was sitting in the stands at the rodeo, looking around but not really seeing anything. I was half-crocked and my whole body hurt like hell. Tim Shepard had caught me chucking raw eggs at his car and tried to bust my head in. Stupid fucker.
I finished off the rest of my beer and walked out. My head was pounding and the sound of giggling 13-year-old girls was getting on my nerves. I should have been with some broad right about then, moving in for the kill, but at this point in time, I was alone.
Man, did I want a smoke. I pulled a pack out of my pocket and grabbed the small pack of matches. I lit up and took a deep breath. Add another notch to the lung cancer scale.
I threw the burning match into a puddle at my foot and watched in detached facination as it sizzled, smoked, and went out. It was strangely amazing how the water just drowned out the burning, orange flame. The world was spinning around me and I hoped that the long walk I had ahead of me would be enough to make it stop.
Halfway to the Curtis' house, I heard screaming and yelling. I stopped in front of the house and looked at it questioningly. About that time, a young girl came out of the front door, and plopped down on the front porch. Her whole body seemed to be shaking. I guessed that she was crying or something.
"Who are you," she asked, looking up at me. "Why are you walking over my lawn?"
"I'm Dallas Winston," I replied stupidly. I guess she just kinda caught me off guard with that kind of question.
"Well, I suggest you leave, Dallas Winston, before my stepdad comes out here with his shotgun," the girl said, sniffling.
"All right, baby." I smirked at her and then continued my walk.
Usually, I would have stuck around, just to see what happened, but tonight just wasn't the night. I thought about going over to Buck Merril's so I could have somewhere to lie down.
"Hey, wait up," the girl called from behind me. She had walked off of the steps and was now running towards me, looking behind her every once in a while.
"What are you doing," I asked confusedly.
"I'm leaving my house to go to a party," she explained calmly. "I'm gonna stop off at a friend's house first. I thought I would walk with you. Does that bother you?"
"Naw," I replied. I slipped my arm around her shoulders and we began walking down the street together. "Where are ya goin, babe?"
"Sylvia's," she said. "And the to a party. I already told you."
"You got a date for this party, baby?"
"Yeah. As a matter of fact, I do."
I didn't say anything after that. So, she was Sylvia's friend? Sylvia was a scheming little broad who was only intrested into getting into a man's pants and having him in hers. But this girl didn't look like the type that would run around like that. Where had she and Sylvia met?
The wind blew slightly and I shivered. Maybe if I hadn't forgot my jacket at Buck's two nights ago I wouldn't have been cold. Who knows. But I had this sinking suspicion that something was going to happen--something bad--and that it was going to be soon. That chilled me slightly.
The girl smiled at me when we reached Sylvia's house. Then she waved and ran up to the door. I simply nodded my head and then started once more on my walk to Buck's.
When I got there, Buck was throwing another of his wild parties. Well, I don't know how wild a party can get when Hank Williams is the musician of choice. I really don't know who in the world can stand that corny cowboy. Besides Buck, that is. But Buck was completly out of his mind.
"Hey, Winston," he said, his speech slurred, when I just simply walked in the door. "Come to join the party?"
"Nope. I come to lay down. Got into it with Shepard a while ago," I yelled over the music.
Buck nodded his head. I don't know weither he heard me or not, but he did shove a beer into my hands. I took it and started up the stairs, nearly tripping as the world seemed to lurch.
When I finally reached the bedroom, I kicked the door closed and flung myself down on the bed with a sigh. That wasn't the best idea because the room started spinning again. I closed my eyes and accidently drifted off.
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That's it for the first chapter. I have a few things to discuss with a few friends about this story. So, I don't know how frequent the updates will be. Later Days, Loyal Readers. Review!
Tashue: I'm considering doing slash in this, but I'm not totally sure about that one. I'm giving it serious consideration, though. I could use your help in that area, ya know? How about it girlie?
Carly: I've already got a name picked out for the girl, but I'll see what I can do for ya.
Heaven: I'm not the Marquin with the freaky earsex tendencies. That's you, honey child. Lol.
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Chapter 1-
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I was sitting in the stands at the rodeo, looking around but not really seeing anything. I was half-crocked and my whole body hurt like hell. Tim Shepard had caught me chucking raw eggs at his car and tried to bust my head in. Stupid fucker.
I finished off the rest of my beer and walked out. My head was pounding and the sound of giggling 13-year-old girls was getting on my nerves. I should have been with some broad right about then, moving in for the kill, but at this point in time, I was alone.
Man, did I want a smoke. I pulled a pack out of my pocket and grabbed the small pack of matches. I lit up and took a deep breath. Add another notch to the lung cancer scale.
I threw the burning match into a puddle at my foot and watched in detached facination as it sizzled, smoked, and went out. It was strangely amazing how the water just drowned out the burning, orange flame. The world was spinning around me and I hoped that the long walk I had ahead of me would be enough to make it stop.
Halfway to the Curtis' house, I heard screaming and yelling. I stopped in front of the house and looked at it questioningly. About that time, a young girl came out of the front door, and plopped down on the front porch. Her whole body seemed to be shaking. I guessed that she was crying or something.
"Who are you," she asked, looking up at me. "Why are you walking over my lawn?"
"I'm Dallas Winston," I replied stupidly. I guess she just kinda caught me off guard with that kind of question.
"Well, I suggest you leave, Dallas Winston, before my stepdad comes out here with his shotgun," the girl said, sniffling.
"All right, baby." I smirked at her and then continued my walk.
Usually, I would have stuck around, just to see what happened, but tonight just wasn't the night. I thought about going over to Buck Merril's so I could have somewhere to lie down.
"Hey, wait up," the girl called from behind me. She had walked off of the steps and was now running towards me, looking behind her every once in a while.
"What are you doing," I asked confusedly.
"I'm leaving my house to go to a party," she explained calmly. "I'm gonna stop off at a friend's house first. I thought I would walk with you. Does that bother you?"
"Naw," I replied. I slipped my arm around her shoulders and we began walking down the street together. "Where are ya goin, babe?"
"Sylvia's," she said. "And the to a party. I already told you."
"You got a date for this party, baby?"
"Yeah. As a matter of fact, I do."
I didn't say anything after that. So, she was Sylvia's friend? Sylvia was a scheming little broad who was only intrested into getting into a man's pants and having him in hers. But this girl didn't look like the type that would run around like that. Where had she and Sylvia met?
The wind blew slightly and I shivered. Maybe if I hadn't forgot my jacket at Buck's two nights ago I wouldn't have been cold. Who knows. But I had this sinking suspicion that something was going to happen--something bad--and that it was going to be soon. That chilled me slightly.
The girl smiled at me when we reached Sylvia's house. Then she waved and ran up to the door. I simply nodded my head and then started once more on my walk to Buck's.
When I got there, Buck was throwing another of his wild parties. Well, I don't know how wild a party can get when Hank Williams is the musician of choice. I really don't know who in the world can stand that corny cowboy. Besides Buck, that is. But Buck was completly out of his mind.
"Hey, Winston," he said, his speech slurred, when I just simply walked in the door. "Come to join the party?"
"Nope. I come to lay down. Got into it with Shepard a while ago," I yelled over the music.
Buck nodded his head. I don't know weither he heard me or not, but he did shove a beer into my hands. I took it and started up the stairs, nearly tripping as the world seemed to lurch.
When I finally reached the bedroom, I kicked the door closed and flung myself down on the bed with a sigh. That wasn't the best idea because the room started spinning again. I closed my eyes and accidently drifted off.
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That's it for the first chapter. I have a few things to discuss with a few friends about this story. So, I don't know how frequent the updates will be. Later Days, Loyal Readers. Review!