Wham, Bam......That's My Plan.
As I walked home, Dallas Winston flooded my mind. He was dangerous, someone to stay away from. I couldn't stay away from him even if you paid me. There was a dull ache in me each time our eyes met. This more than just a simple crush or a mild lusting. It was pure desire.
Ivy! Come play!
My little sister Morgan is always happy and smiling. She hasn't been exposed to the real world yet. The expression, Youth is wasted on the young was not meant for Morgan. She takes each day of being eight years old and spends it with more interest and childlike adventures than the last.
I can't Morg, I have to go unpack
Her large brown eyes blink up at me. Just as I could tell that Johnny was those boys' pet, Morgan is mine.
Her voice takes on a soft whining tone. I am reminded of newborn puppies searching for milk.
I can't honey
She is so small, so trusting, so innocent. I envy my younger sister for never having had her heart broken.
Her eyes gleam with mischief and hope. Morgan knows that I can never really refuse her requests to play. When I am playing with Morgan I am a carefree little girl again. I'd prefer to be that instead of a sullen teenage girl who has had an abortion and makes a game out of seducing men. Then when she is tired or bored the illusion fades and I am myself again. Sometimes I sneak in to her room and play with her dolls. Trying to recapture that feeling of happiness. I can never get it as well as when I am playing with her though. I watch her play and laugh, and think
Ignorance really is bliss
Ivy, Ivy Ivy!
My deep thoughts are interrupted by Morgan's voice and and small tug on my arm. I bend down to her level and kiss her forehead.
Sure kiddo, later
She grins and proceeds to wipe my germs off of her forehead.
Ivy, did you have a nice walk?
I have decided that my mother is the most clueless woman on the planet. If it were up to her, I would still be a virgin. I wouldn't have gotten drunk or smoked pot or anything else I've done.
Yeah, it was ok
Just ok? Well, did you meet anyone?
Just some guys
This sparks her interest. She has no idea of the little game I play. She has never seen my secret book, where I keep tabs of all my successful seductions.
Boys your age?
Yeah, around my age
Were any of them handsome?
Sodapop Curtis is the only one that the word handsome can be associated with, but I decide to give my mother a thrill.
Yeah, not too shabby
She claps her hands together in delight. She looks so pleased with this information that I can not resist what comes out of my mouth next.
Actually, one of them invited me out tonight
Her crimson lips form a surprised O.
Which one? What's his name? How old is.....
I cut her off before she can ask me his favorite color and shoe size.
His name's Dallas Winston, he's seventeen, has blonde hair, blue eyes, doesn't say much
I don't add that this was because he was too busy drinking in my body. My mother is safer not knowing things.
Dallas, what an unusual name.... she muses.
I stand there quietly for a few moments then clear my throat.
I'm gonna go unpack
Of course dear, is this young man going to call or is he expecting one from you?
He'll call
She looks so happy that I have something to do tonight. Not only that, but with a boy my age. I spend the next hour deciding where to put what and being lost in a daydream where I am happy. Of course it is interrupted just like everything else nice in my life. This time I am interrupted by the shrill ringing of the telephone. Before I can stop her, Morgan picks up the phone and answers.
Ivy! There's a boy on the phone for you!
She giggles. In Morgan's world, boys still have cooties. When she is a little older I will tell that they always will. For now I just roll my eyes and take the receiver from her. She is still giggling as she leaves the room.
Yeah, Ivy?
Hi Dally
Hi.....what are you doing?
Every thing he says sounds rehearsed.
Just unpacking
I am going to take a wild guess and assume that Dallas Winston doesn't talk on the phone very often.
You said something about a party?
I decide to help him out a bit.
Yeah, this guy Buck Merrill, there's always a party at his place
Sounds like fun....
Yeah, they can get pretty wild.....
He pauses and I can almost see him going over a list what to say to a girl over the phone. I sigh softly and give him another nudge.
So, you going?
Yeah, I'm always there...you want to come?
I decide not to remind him that he has already invited me and this phone conversation is to confirm it.
Yeah, I'm not busy
Ok...I'll pick you up at eight
I am glad that people can not see your expressions over the phone because right now I am wearing a smirk a mile wide. Dallas doesn't come and pick girls up for this guy's parties. He meets them there and takes them up to a random bedroom for a little wham, bam, thank you ma'am.
Yeah, eight sounds good
I think he nods then remembers that I can't see him.
Ok...see you
Before I can respond the dial tone buzzes in my ear.
Who was that dear?
My mother already knows who it was.
That guy I told you about
Oh how lovely
I know no one else who says things like that. Except for the woman on the channel that shows old movies on television.
Are you two going to go out?
Some guy he knows is having a party, he's picking me up at eight
Ohh, he's picking you up?
In her mind, I have just told her that Dallas proposed.
Yeah, so I'm just gonna hang out for a while....
Want anything?
Alright....I'm here if you do
I can see my mother biting her lip in frustration. I walk into my room and fall onto the unmade mattress on the floor.
Wham. Bam. Thank you ma'am.
That was chapter 2. Tell me what you thought.
