"Just gimme a damn pop, Quatre."
My blonde friend chucked and surrendered the cold bottle to me. "Summer" was still in full swing and the five of us has gathered on the rooftop of Wufei's apartment building. It was around five o'clock and still as hot as it was at noon. It was a common ritual for us to just hang out on the roof of any given building - most often this one - drinking sodas out of a cooler and eating whatever we had managed to get for that afternoon. Today it was hot dogs.
"So Heero," Quatre started, "Ganna tell us what happened last night or we gatta beat it out of you?"
"What happened last night?"
"What?"
"It's none of you guys' business," Heero replied as he lie back on his beach towel, thin strong chest bare of his usual tank tops.
"What happened last night?" I asked, "C'mon, you know you'll tell us sometime."
"Fuck off."
I turned to Quatre. "What happened?"
"He had a date with Relena," Quatre replied casually.
"So? You act like that's never happened before."
"What happened last night had not happened before. At least according to rumor."
"What?"
"Rumor has it… Must *I* be the one to spill the beans, Yuy?"
Heero remained silent and the rest of us turned our attention to Quatre.
"Ok, but only because I'm your friend. Rumor has it he fingered her."
Looking back on it now, I find it funny how at the age of fifteen we found this amazing. But despite the habit of most of the girls in the neighborhood to spread their legs for fingers, they hardly ever spread for what mattered. This left the vast majority of Seneca Heights boys virgins until their late teens.
"Yeah, right," Wufei retorted, "Like that prude would ever drop her pants."
"Heero you sly, sly dog," I snickered, "You been holdin' out on us now, buddy."
"It's only rumor," Trowa pointed out.
"True?" I asked Heero, giving him one more chance to confess.
He remained silent.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'."
We laughed for a few minutes. Heero got up and leaned over the edge of the roof, looking at the street below in silence.
"Damn it's hot," I complained.
"You ever shut up?" Wufei asked.
"You ever quit bein' a dick?"
"Hey!" Heero took us from the topic at hand and focused on the main event of most evenings. "There she is!"
The five of us knelt beside the brick barrier on the edge of the roof and peered down across the street. A thin, dark haired girl had just entered the building and would soon be making her appearance.
Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, around five thirty to six o'clock, Hilde Schbeiker would walk home from cheerleading practice, go into her apartment, disappear for a few minutes before emerging in her room, curtains always open, to start the show. She was the daughter of two German immigrants who had come to L2 when they were in their mid-twenties. Her father worked at the butchery with Wufei's father and similarly was rarely seen. Hilde's mother, a thick boned, sturdy woman with a wonderful sense of humor, was a secretary at some business about twenty minutes from their home. Loving animals, comic books, sports and pretty much everything else, Hilde was one of our favorite girls in the neighborhood for not only was she cool like one of the guys, she had breasts; that made it all the much better to have her as a friend.
I was never sure whether or not she ever knew we watched her undress from the rooftop across the street, but I do one thing - the custom was enjoyed by all.
Hilde would come home sweating and dirty from practice and, of course, need to shower. Her bathroom was small, barely enough to change in, so she usually changed in the space of her bedroom. For some reason I was never quite sure of, she always left the curtains open, giving us full view of her body.
She was German and so, by genetics, sturdily built with good sized breasts and a nice ass. Yet she wasn't fat, or even chunky. She was… bubbly. Curvy. Beautiful.
We watched as she appeared in her bedroom window, automatically dropping her equipment bag near the door and throwing her shoes in random directions. Then came the good stuff.
She shed herself of the sticky shirt, exposing her breasts firmly held in her lacy bra. She then discarded the skirt, swiveled around and tossed the clothes items into her hamper near the closet.
She stood there for a moment as she always did, reveling in the cool air of the room. Her hands through her short hair as she took deep breaths, showing off her toned torso. Then, reaching behind her back, she undid the bra strap, letting the garment fall to the floor as she slid down and out of her panties.
Hilde shaved, keeping herself always well groomed.
I think Hilde was the first girl we'd ever seen completely naked. But after the first accidental peak at her, we made it a point to watch whenever we all had the time.
Seneca Heights was a thick melting pot full of people from all races, ethnicities and religions. This did not alleviate the racism in the neighborhood. The Europeans generally separated themselves from the others, while the Asians formed their own sub-neighborhood to form around their familiar culture. The older kids in particular, the ones who were just starting to follow in their parents' footsteps, were the most hateful of all.
Neo-Korea, as it was known, was a distinctly separated area in the neighborhood. The Koreans there not only separated themselves from non-Asians, but also from non-Koreans. Most people didn't venture into the area, at least those who didn't wish to meet a mysterious end.
Seneca was a rich mixture of American, Chinese, French, German, Italian, Spanish, Puerto Rican, South American, Indian, Philippino, Arabian, Japanese, Korean, Russian and Irish immigrants. Each settled in the same general area as those from the same country for no other reason than to have some sort of familiarity so far from home.
Most set up their own businesses and a vast majority found themselves new, better lives. The few who didn't start out so well, usually found themselves lower level jobs or left the colony within a few months.
It was a neighborhood full of everything. It was controlled, at the time, by a man named King Treize. A tall man with redish brown hair and kind but fierce blue eyes, Treize Khushrenada was an older man that ruled the streets of Seneca Heights as the colony's kingpin. He controlled all if not most of the underground crime and trade business and made sure there was no resistance to his rule. He really didn't have to push too hard, though. As a native of Seneca Heights, he remained forever loyal to the people of the area and to the neighborhood itself. Crimes against his friends and allies, which numbered to be the majority of the *colony*, were not permitted. Very few people made it onto his shit list, and those who did weren't on it for long… for one reason or another.
Nevertheless, crime was a real fact in our lives and there was little Treize could do, despite knowing us personally and taking a special liking to Heero.
But it wasn't only others; we had a hand in raising a little hell of our own now and then. Those were some of my best - and sometimes more violent - memories.
My blonde friend chucked and surrendered the cold bottle to me. "Summer" was still in full swing and the five of us has gathered on the rooftop of Wufei's apartment building. It was around five o'clock and still as hot as it was at noon. It was a common ritual for us to just hang out on the roof of any given building - most often this one - drinking sodas out of a cooler and eating whatever we had managed to get for that afternoon. Today it was hot dogs.
"So Heero," Quatre started, "Ganna tell us what happened last night or we gatta beat it out of you?"
"What happened last night?"
"What?"
"It's none of you guys' business," Heero replied as he lie back on his beach towel, thin strong chest bare of his usual tank tops.
"What happened last night?" I asked, "C'mon, you know you'll tell us sometime."
"Fuck off."
I turned to Quatre. "What happened?"
"He had a date with Relena," Quatre replied casually.
"So? You act like that's never happened before."
"What happened last night had not happened before. At least according to rumor."
"What?"
"Rumor has it… Must *I* be the one to spill the beans, Yuy?"
Heero remained silent and the rest of us turned our attention to Quatre.
"Ok, but only because I'm your friend. Rumor has it he fingered her."
Looking back on it now, I find it funny how at the age of fifteen we found this amazing. But despite the habit of most of the girls in the neighborhood to spread their legs for fingers, they hardly ever spread for what mattered. This left the vast majority of Seneca Heights boys virgins until their late teens.
"Yeah, right," Wufei retorted, "Like that prude would ever drop her pants."
"Heero you sly, sly dog," I snickered, "You been holdin' out on us now, buddy."
"It's only rumor," Trowa pointed out.
"True?" I asked Heero, giving him one more chance to confess.
He remained silent.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'."
We laughed for a few minutes. Heero got up and leaned over the edge of the roof, looking at the street below in silence.
"Damn it's hot," I complained.
"You ever shut up?" Wufei asked.
"You ever quit bein' a dick?"
"Hey!" Heero took us from the topic at hand and focused on the main event of most evenings. "There she is!"
The five of us knelt beside the brick barrier on the edge of the roof and peered down across the street. A thin, dark haired girl had just entered the building and would soon be making her appearance.
Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, around five thirty to six o'clock, Hilde Schbeiker would walk home from cheerleading practice, go into her apartment, disappear for a few minutes before emerging in her room, curtains always open, to start the show. She was the daughter of two German immigrants who had come to L2 when they were in their mid-twenties. Her father worked at the butchery with Wufei's father and similarly was rarely seen. Hilde's mother, a thick boned, sturdy woman with a wonderful sense of humor, was a secretary at some business about twenty minutes from their home. Loving animals, comic books, sports and pretty much everything else, Hilde was one of our favorite girls in the neighborhood for not only was she cool like one of the guys, she had breasts; that made it all the much better to have her as a friend.
I was never sure whether or not she ever knew we watched her undress from the rooftop across the street, but I do one thing - the custom was enjoyed by all.
Hilde would come home sweating and dirty from practice and, of course, need to shower. Her bathroom was small, barely enough to change in, so she usually changed in the space of her bedroom. For some reason I was never quite sure of, she always left the curtains open, giving us full view of her body.
She was German and so, by genetics, sturdily built with good sized breasts and a nice ass. Yet she wasn't fat, or even chunky. She was… bubbly. Curvy. Beautiful.
We watched as she appeared in her bedroom window, automatically dropping her equipment bag near the door and throwing her shoes in random directions. Then came the good stuff.
She shed herself of the sticky shirt, exposing her breasts firmly held in her lacy bra. She then discarded the skirt, swiveled around and tossed the clothes items into her hamper near the closet.
She stood there for a moment as she always did, reveling in the cool air of the room. Her hands through her short hair as she took deep breaths, showing off her toned torso. Then, reaching behind her back, she undid the bra strap, letting the garment fall to the floor as she slid down and out of her panties.
Hilde shaved, keeping herself always well groomed.
I think Hilde was the first girl we'd ever seen completely naked. But after the first accidental peak at her, we made it a point to watch whenever we all had the time.
Seneca Heights was a thick melting pot full of people from all races, ethnicities and religions. This did not alleviate the racism in the neighborhood. The Europeans generally separated themselves from the others, while the Asians formed their own sub-neighborhood to form around their familiar culture. The older kids in particular, the ones who were just starting to follow in their parents' footsteps, were the most hateful of all.
Neo-Korea, as it was known, was a distinctly separated area in the neighborhood. The Koreans there not only separated themselves from non-Asians, but also from non-Koreans. Most people didn't venture into the area, at least those who didn't wish to meet a mysterious end.
Seneca was a rich mixture of American, Chinese, French, German, Italian, Spanish, Puerto Rican, South American, Indian, Philippino, Arabian, Japanese, Korean, Russian and Irish immigrants. Each settled in the same general area as those from the same country for no other reason than to have some sort of familiarity so far from home.
Most set up their own businesses and a vast majority found themselves new, better lives. The few who didn't start out so well, usually found themselves lower level jobs or left the colony within a few months.
It was a neighborhood full of everything. It was controlled, at the time, by a man named King Treize. A tall man with redish brown hair and kind but fierce blue eyes, Treize Khushrenada was an older man that ruled the streets of Seneca Heights as the colony's kingpin. He controlled all if not most of the underground crime and trade business and made sure there was no resistance to his rule. He really didn't have to push too hard, though. As a native of Seneca Heights, he remained forever loyal to the people of the area and to the neighborhood itself. Crimes against his friends and allies, which numbered to be the majority of the *colony*, were not permitted. Very few people made it onto his shit list, and those who did weren't on it for long… for one reason or another.
Nevertheless, crime was a real fact in our lives and there was little Treize could do, despite knowing us personally and taking a special liking to Heero.
But it wasn't only others; we had a hand in raising a little hell of our own now and then. Those were some of my best - and sometimes more violent - memories.
