*Lil note of farkassery: Yes, you can, indeed get drunk on Mouthwash, it happened to a family friend of mine... but I'm not sure about the specific brand that is most intoxicating, I'm pretty sure it's Scope, though. Of course, I know to a point, it's dangerous, but the person didn't die. So go nuts!*
*Second note of farkassery: I can't help but noticing I am pulling a SparklingDiamond and naming my chappies after my fave songs--so, in my epilogue, I'll list them, and force everyone to download the 'soundtrack' for The Lake... and I encourage SparklingDiamond to do it, too! Aren't I evil?*
Chapter Twelve
Clear closed her eyes, something she always did when she played guitar, and felt around the fretts. She had been sitting on the bed all morning, trying to write the greatest song in the world. At last, the lyrics were spread out in front of her, and she was gonna start fooling around with a melody. She mashed her callaced fingers onto an e minor chord and strummed it angrily. The sound bugged her. It was obviously out of tune.
"Man," she muttered, starting to tune it. Then she dropped her pick inside the guitar. "Damn it!" she cried softly. She tried to reach into the hole, but her "man hands," which people often teased her about, were too big. So she stood up and turned the guitar upside down.
"Get out of there you little bugger," she muttered, and heard a knock on her window.
She whirled around, dropping her guitar. Now, she was at a crossroad--let George in through the window, or tend to her possibly damaged guitar. For once, picking human cotact over her music, she rushed to the window and let George in.
"George, what are you doing here?" she looked around him. "The others aren't with you, are they?"
George shook his head no. "I just wanted to talk."
He sat next to Clear on the bed, facing her, looking at her the way he did last night. "Clear," he began, shaking a little, "I guess it's no secret that I like you a lot."
Clear nodded and smiled nervously. "I guess it's no secret that I feel the same way."
"Yeah... anyways, I'm really bad at this stuff, and I never really thought I would have to do this, but I need to grow up... we're going to both be fifteen tomorrow, so, does this make you my girlfriend?"
Clear's frown slowly turned up into a grin, until there was practically a light shining from her face. "Of course it does, dumbass," she said with a giggle. Then they kissed. Clear's heart started beating like a motor. Compared to last night's plastered good night kiss, this was magic. She kept kissing George. She was practically crying for happiness. She knew, George could take care of her. Be good for her... she needed that. Obviously, the one thing she had wanted for a long time was a father, but now she had a boyfriend... and for some reason, though it wasn't as awesome as if her dad could come back, it sure felt good.
"Oh my goodness! Clear?" shrieked a voice.
Clear broke away from George to see Maralynn standing, shocked, in the doorway.
***
George stood up straight, attempting to look presentable in front of Maralynn, who was obviously a very traditional lady. He was afraid to make any noise or sudden movement, considering the way this old lady was tearing into Clear.
"... And I thought you were a responsible young girl, but you're an embarassment! Boys sneaking into your room, 'making out,' how do I know you two weren't going further?"
Clear smirked. "'Cause we still have clothes on?" she tested.
Maralynn fumed. "Don't get smart, Clear! And you, Mr. Waggner, you should feel very guilty. I'm going to have a conversation with your father." George made eyes at Clear that said, 'so what?' as Maralynn ranted on. "Clear, you're grounded. I only want to see you come out of this room at mealtimes, and I am going to make sure you don't sneak out again! Now, young man, you should leave before you cause more trouble!"
George nodded. He almost took the window, out of impulse. But he decided not to get on the lady's bad side even more. Thinking quickly, he pretended to trip, while taking his cell phone out of his pocked and tucking it under Clear's bed. George, who wasn't as natural a klutz as his brother, didn't look too smoothe, but Maralynn wasn't even looking at him.
He got to his feet and shuffled out of the house.
***
Carter, Billy, Terry, Tod, and Alex were sprawled around Tod and George's room, talking about randome crap, when George glided angrily through the door. Not saying anything, he fell onto his bed. He cursed under his breath and shut his eyes tightly. Naturally, everyone turned to him.
"What happened?" Carter asked, "Did Clear reject you?"
"No way," George told him, leaning over, "We made out... then I got her in major trouble. Her grandma freaked out on us, and now Clear's, like, grounded under super surveilance watch..." He sighed heavily again.
Tod inched closer to his brother. "You made out with Clear? You are a freakin god."
"Put a sock in it, Tod," Alex retorted, shoving Tod out of the way, "How are we going to have a huge three-way birthday party if Clear's not even allowed outside her room?"
George smiled a little. "We'll figure something out. I DID leave her my cell so we can call her anytime."
Terry smirked and grabbed her own cell (Why does everyone have them these days anyway?) and turned it on. "No time like the present."
***
Clear whipped her head around at the sound of a high pitched little melody. It was George's cell phone, she recognized the tune of the ringer, but why was it here? She followed the sound to under the bed, grabbed the cell phone, moved into the closet so Maralynn (who was drilling the window shut from outside) couldn't here and answered the tiny phone.
"Hello?" she whispered.
"Clear! It's Terry!"
Clear beamed. "Terry? Was leaving the cell in my room part of some elaborate group plan?"
"Whaddaya think?"
Clear clicked her tongue. "I'm thinkin', you're a genius! Oh, my God, tell George I'm so sorry--Maralynn's a little ca-ca-coo-coo about boys... you know, I'm sure she'd sleep better if I became a dike."
Terry cracked up. "Wanna talk to him?"
"Who?"
"Duh! You know who!"
Clear smiled. "Of course I know who. I'm just yankin' your chain. Put him on." She heard Terry talking to George in the background. Then his voice came on.
"Hello, Clear," he said, pretending to sound suave and sophisticated.
"Why, hello, George," Clear told him, returning his tone, breaking into a giggle fit. Then she heard clicking. "Shit," she told him, "Gotta go. Maralynn's in to check up on me."
"'Bye."
Then she hung up and hid the phone in her pillow case. Maralynn opened her door to find Clear on her knees, pulling her guitar out from under the bed. Maralynn nodded, as if to say, 'Go back to what you were doing, as you need my approval for everything,' and left again.
Clear looked down at her guitar, and began to strum some chords. She tried to sing the song she wrote about George. But it just didn't seem right. She pulled a pen out and changed the lyrics... into something happier.
The Way You Are-copywright Clear Rivers 2003*
VERSE 1:
You can smile, and I'll never forget it.
You say you're feelings and I'm blown.
You could say that nothing else matters.
And I'd believe that I'm home.
It's not so hard to find the easy answer.
You were with me when I'm torn, and worn.
CHORUS:
And I don't have to call, 'cause your there.
I don't have to look too far.
And you don't have to be someone else.
'Cause I love you the way you are.
You are my shining star.
VERSE 2:
I could take another step forward.
And you would follow along.
But I don't think I would go too far.
It's never easy when I'm gone.
It's not so hard to to believe what you're saying.
You know how to keep me holding on.
CHORUS
Bridge chords:
Am Dm G (x2)
CHORUS
CHORUS MELODY:
I know I can trust you forever.
I don't have to look too far.
And you don't have to try to be different.
I love you the way you are.
You'll always be a part (of me.)
CHORUS FADE
---
Clear smiled down at her work, thinking of showing it to George one of these days. Then she picked up the phone and called him, telling him to come to her roof that night.
The days of the window were over... for now.
~~~
*=I wrote 'The Way You Are' last year, I wanted an opportunity to put in another song for Clear, and it's not formally copywrighted but a lot of people know it's mine. So NO STEALING! Or I'll be very very mad!
No fun facts today, I am a fun-fact deprived child.
*Second note of farkassery: I can't help but noticing I am pulling a SparklingDiamond and naming my chappies after my fave songs--so, in my epilogue, I'll list them, and force everyone to download the 'soundtrack' for The Lake... and I encourage SparklingDiamond to do it, too! Aren't I evil?*
Chapter Twelve
Clear closed her eyes, something she always did when she played guitar, and felt around the fretts. She had been sitting on the bed all morning, trying to write the greatest song in the world. At last, the lyrics were spread out in front of her, and she was gonna start fooling around with a melody. She mashed her callaced fingers onto an e minor chord and strummed it angrily. The sound bugged her. It was obviously out of tune.
"Man," she muttered, starting to tune it. Then she dropped her pick inside the guitar. "Damn it!" she cried softly. She tried to reach into the hole, but her "man hands," which people often teased her about, were too big. So she stood up and turned the guitar upside down.
"Get out of there you little bugger," she muttered, and heard a knock on her window.
She whirled around, dropping her guitar. Now, she was at a crossroad--let George in through the window, or tend to her possibly damaged guitar. For once, picking human cotact over her music, she rushed to the window and let George in.
"George, what are you doing here?" she looked around him. "The others aren't with you, are they?"
George shook his head no. "I just wanted to talk."
He sat next to Clear on the bed, facing her, looking at her the way he did last night. "Clear," he began, shaking a little, "I guess it's no secret that I like you a lot."
Clear nodded and smiled nervously. "I guess it's no secret that I feel the same way."
"Yeah... anyways, I'm really bad at this stuff, and I never really thought I would have to do this, but I need to grow up... we're going to both be fifteen tomorrow, so, does this make you my girlfriend?"
Clear's frown slowly turned up into a grin, until there was practically a light shining from her face. "Of course it does, dumbass," she said with a giggle. Then they kissed. Clear's heart started beating like a motor. Compared to last night's plastered good night kiss, this was magic. She kept kissing George. She was practically crying for happiness. She knew, George could take care of her. Be good for her... she needed that. Obviously, the one thing she had wanted for a long time was a father, but now she had a boyfriend... and for some reason, though it wasn't as awesome as if her dad could come back, it sure felt good.
"Oh my goodness! Clear?" shrieked a voice.
Clear broke away from George to see Maralynn standing, shocked, in the doorway.
***
George stood up straight, attempting to look presentable in front of Maralynn, who was obviously a very traditional lady. He was afraid to make any noise or sudden movement, considering the way this old lady was tearing into Clear.
"... And I thought you were a responsible young girl, but you're an embarassment! Boys sneaking into your room, 'making out,' how do I know you two weren't going further?"
Clear smirked. "'Cause we still have clothes on?" she tested.
Maralynn fumed. "Don't get smart, Clear! And you, Mr. Waggner, you should feel very guilty. I'm going to have a conversation with your father." George made eyes at Clear that said, 'so what?' as Maralynn ranted on. "Clear, you're grounded. I only want to see you come out of this room at mealtimes, and I am going to make sure you don't sneak out again! Now, young man, you should leave before you cause more trouble!"
George nodded. He almost took the window, out of impulse. But he decided not to get on the lady's bad side even more. Thinking quickly, he pretended to trip, while taking his cell phone out of his pocked and tucking it under Clear's bed. George, who wasn't as natural a klutz as his brother, didn't look too smoothe, but Maralynn wasn't even looking at him.
He got to his feet and shuffled out of the house.
***
Carter, Billy, Terry, Tod, and Alex were sprawled around Tod and George's room, talking about randome crap, when George glided angrily through the door. Not saying anything, he fell onto his bed. He cursed under his breath and shut his eyes tightly. Naturally, everyone turned to him.
"What happened?" Carter asked, "Did Clear reject you?"
"No way," George told him, leaning over, "We made out... then I got her in major trouble. Her grandma freaked out on us, and now Clear's, like, grounded under super surveilance watch..." He sighed heavily again.
Tod inched closer to his brother. "You made out with Clear? You are a freakin god."
"Put a sock in it, Tod," Alex retorted, shoving Tod out of the way, "How are we going to have a huge three-way birthday party if Clear's not even allowed outside her room?"
George smiled a little. "We'll figure something out. I DID leave her my cell so we can call her anytime."
Terry smirked and grabbed her own cell (Why does everyone have them these days anyway?) and turned it on. "No time like the present."
***
Clear whipped her head around at the sound of a high pitched little melody. It was George's cell phone, she recognized the tune of the ringer, but why was it here? She followed the sound to under the bed, grabbed the cell phone, moved into the closet so Maralynn (who was drilling the window shut from outside) couldn't here and answered the tiny phone.
"Hello?" she whispered.
"Clear! It's Terry!"
Clear beamed. "Terry? Was leaving the cell in my room part of some elaborate group plan?"
"Whaddaya think?"
Clear clicked her tongue. "I'm thinkin', you're a genius! Oh, my God, tell George I'm so sorry--Maralynn's a little ca-ca-coo-coo about boys... you know, I'm sure she'd sleep better if I became a dike."
Terry cracked up. "Wanna talk to him?"
"Who?"
"Duh! You know who!"
Clear smiled. "Of course I know who. I'm just yankin' your chain. Put him on." She heard Terry talking to George in the background. Then his voice came on.
"Hello, Clear," he said, pretending to sound suave and sophisticated.
"Why, hello, George," Clear told him, returning his tone, breaking into a giggle fit. Then she heard clicking. "Shit," she told him, "Gotta go. Maralynn's in to check up on me."
"'Bye."
Then she hung up and hid the phone in her pillow case. Maralynn opened her door to find Clear on her knees, pulling her guitar out from under the bed. Maralynn nodded, as if to say, 'Go back to what you were doing, as you need my approval for everything,' and left again.
Clear looked down at her guitar, and began to strum some chords. She tried to sing the song she wrote about George. But it just didn't seem right. She pulled a pen out and changed the lyrics... into something happier.
The Way You Are-copywright Clear Rivers 2003*
VERSE 1:
You can smile, and I'll never forget it.
You say you're feelings and I'm blown.
You could say that nothing else matters.
And I'd believe that I'm home.
It's not so hard to find the easy answer.
You were with me when I'm torn, and worn.
CHORUS:
And I don't have to call, 'cause your there.
I don't have to look too far.
And you don't have to be someone else.
'Cause I love you the way you are.
You are my shining star.
VERSE 2:
I could take another step forward.
And you would follow along.
But I don't think I would go too far.
It's never easy when I'm gone.
It's not so hard to to believe what you're saying.
You know how to keep me holding on.
CHORUS
Bridge chords:
Am Dm G (x2)
CHORUS
CHORUS MELODY:
I know I can trust you forever.
I don't have to look too far.
And you don't have to try to be different.
I love you the way you are.
You'll always be a part (of me.)
CHORUS FADE
---
Clear smiled down at her work, thinking of showing it to George one of these days. Then she picked up the phone and called him, telling him to come to her roof that night.
The days of the window were over... for now.
~~~
*=I wrote 'The Way You Are' last year, I wanted an opportunity to put in another song for Clear, and it's not formally copywrighted but a lot of people know it's mine. So NO STEALING! Or I'll be very very mad!
No fun facts today, I am a fun-fact deprived child.
