TEEN DREAMERS PART SIX:
LOVE, PAIN AND ROCK 'N' ROLL
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Johnny got in late. He had been to Beppe's for dinner to avoid both Livia's
overcooked pork and Livia herself. Mrs Dante was a wonderful woman. She was
pretty, bright and vigorous. On top of that, she accepted that her husband
had goomars as a fact of life. Not at all like Livia.
The dragon herself was waiting for her husband at the top of the stars in dressing gown and slippers. She was not pleased to see him. A cold dinner on the table, a frigid woman in the bed. It had always been that way with her, even before the children were born. Johnny pushed past her violently and stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Fuck that passionless, vile twat.
Morning broke cold and black. Anthony knew something was going to go wrong from the moment he opened his eyes. It was Saturday, and he had already arranged to go to the park to play with his friends. Johnny and Livia were arguing before they got up, a common enough thing in that household. Jan and Barbara would be bitching at each other too. Anthony got dressed hurriedly and was out before anyone saw him.
His first stop was his friend Mike's house. Mike was a small, spotty boy with glasses who was generally considered to be a bit of a nerd. Only Anthony knew about Mike's obsession with weaponry, and that was only because they were such close friends. He knocked on the door. Mike answered almost immediately and pulled Anthony in. He didn't want anyone seeing him.
Once inside, Anthony explained why he had come round so early. Mike, ever the sympathetic one, took him up to his room to show him a modified weapon he had just perfected. "It can fire quick as anything" he explained, pushing his milk-bottle glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. Anthony was impressed. If he had no choice about following in his father's footsteps, he at least wanted to be prepared for it.
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The two of them went to the park at half-nine. Anthony's other friends Steve and James were already there, kicking the litter that was strewn about the place. It was a god-forsaken spot, frequented by drug addicts, whores and pimps, but it was the only space the boys had to play in.
Silvio was sat on a bench watching the boys, but the pretty blonde snuggled up to him wasn't Gabby. Even at this young age he was forming the habits of a lifetime. She sparked up a joint, took a drag, then held it out to him. He declined with a slight head movement. He would get off it even if it killed him. His dad wanted him to quit, and so did Gabby. For them he would do anything.
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Gabby herself was sat in her room with a bunch of friends. They were styling each other's hair and giggling about their boyfriends. Gabriella was the youngest, and the only one who was still a virgin.
Her 17th birthday was three whole days away. It wouldn't be legal even then, but if she took the correct precautions, nothing would come of it. Egged on by her friends, she decided she would ask Silvio to sleep with her the night she turned 17.
Amy - her best friend - decided that now would be a good time to try a bridal style on her friend. Sitting her in front of the mirror, she fussed about for white bobbles and hairgrips. Slowly, delicately, a beautiful hairstyle that would make any bride feel like a princess was created. Gabby stared at the mirror. Her reflection stared back, a reflection of an older, adult Gabriella. The future Mrs Silvio Dante.
The dragon herself was waiting for her husband at the top of the stars in dressing gown and slippers. She was not pleased to see him. A cold dinner on the table, a frigid woman in the bed. It had always been that way with her, even before the children were born. Johnny pushed past her violently and stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Fuck that passionless, vile twat.
Morning broke cold and black. Anthony knew something was going to go wrong from the moment he opened his eyes. It was Saturday, and he had already arranged to go to the park to play with his friends. Johnny and Livia were arguing before they got up, a common enough thing in that household. Jan and Barbara would be bitching at each other too. Anthony got dressed hurriedly and was out before anyone saw him.
His first stop was his friend Mike's house. Mike was a small, spotty boy with glasses who was generally considered to be a bit of a nerd. Only Anthony knew about Mike's obsession with weaponry, and that was only because they were such close friends. He knocked on the door. Mike answered almost immediately and pulled Anthony in. He didn't want anyone seeing him.
Once inside, Anthony explained why he had come round so early. Mike, ever the sympathetic one, took him up to his room to show him a modified weapon he had just perfected. "It can fire quick as anything" he explained, pushing his milk-bottle glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. Anthony was impressed. If he had no choice about following in his father's footsteps, he at least wanted to be prepared for it.
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The two of them went to the park at half-nine. Anthony's other friends Steve and James were already there, kicking the litter that was strewn about the place. It was a god-forsaken spot, frequented by drug addicts, whores and pimps, but it was the only space the boys had to play in.
Silvio was sat on a bench watching the boys, but the pretty blonde snuggled up to him wasn't Gabby. Even at this young age he was forming the habits of a lifetime. She sparked up a joint, took a drag, then held it out to him. He declined with a slight head movement. He would get off it even if it killed him. His dad wanted him to quit, and so did Gabby. For them he would do anything.
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Gabby herself was sat in her room with a bunch of friends. They were styling each other's hair and giggling about their boyfriends. Gabriella was the youngest, and the only one who was still a virgin.
Her 17th birthday was three whole days away. It wouldn't be legal even then, but if she took the correct precautions, nothing would come of it. Egged on by her friends, she decided she would ask Silvio to sleep with her the night she turned 17.
Amy - her best friend - decided that now would be a good time to try a bridal style on her friend. Sitting her in front of the mirror, she fussed about for white bobbles and hairgrips. Slowly, delicately, a beautiful hairstyle that would make any bride feel like a princess was created. Gabby stared at the mirror. Her reflection stared back, a reflection of an older, adult Gabriella. The future Mrs Silvio Dante.
