Disclaimer: Well, here we are, back again for another chapter. I know in
the book, it says the 3 youngest Chambers' children are named Sheldon,
Emery, and Deborah, but I don't like those names, so I changed them. Also,
the song 'Michelle' is an old Frank Sinatra song, but it was redone by The
Beatles in the sixties. Alright, you know the drill. Onward!!!!!
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Unfortunetly, the first time I chose to get drunk was on a Saturday night, thus meaning the next day was Sunday, church day. For the past few Sunday's I'd gotten up early with Billy and left before Aunt Charlene roped us into going. On this paticular morning, the both of us sick with hangovers, we had to go.
So there I was, sitting in the Castle Rock Baptist Church, fanning myself with a Sunday School book. Billy sat on the left side of me, grumbling quietly so Aunt Charlene wouldn't hear him. Vern sat on my right, doodling in a songbook.
"Stop that!" I hissed, pulling it away from him.
I was in a bad mood, even though I knew we weren't the only one made to come. Eyeball sat in the last pew, looking half asleep, with his mother, Chris, and three youngest siblings: Jacob, age ten, Rudy, age six, and the only girl child, Ashleigh, age three. I could also see Gordie Lachance and his parents, Teddy Duchamp and his mother, Fuzzy, his parents, and fourteen year old twin sisters, Amelia and Leslie, Vince, his younger brother, Victor, and their grandparents, who they lived with.
I waved low at Eyeball, and he sat up straight, then waved back at me, a trace of a grin on his face. His mother asked him something just then, and he took Rudy's hand, leading him off to the men's room. I turned back toward the front, and tried to focus on the preacher, Brother Addison. I didn't tell anyone this, but this was my first time going to church. My mother didn't believe in organized religion, so despite my pounding headache and churning stomach, this was fasinating for me. I listened to the sermon and sang the hymms, but I was glad when we rose to sing the final song.
"Blessed Jesus, hold my hand, I need thee every hour. Through this pilgrim land, protect me by thy saving power. Here my feeble plea's, oh Lord, look down on me. I need thy light to guide me day and night, blessed Jesus hold my hand." As the last notes of the song rang out, people started to leave.
I walked out behind Billy, clutching the back of his shirt. We ran into Eyeball, holding Ashleigh, right outside the door.
"Fancy finding you here, Chambers." Billy said. Eyeball rolled his eyes and shifted Ashleigh to the other hip.
"Yeah, well, Mama told me if I didn't come, she'd hide my keys." He said. "You guys didn't wake up soon enough to get away, huh?" I grinned, glad my headache was starting to ease up.
"Something like that." We stood there conversing for a few more minutes, when Vince and Fuzzy walked up.
"Hey guys." Vince said. "My Granparents and my brother are going over to Chamberlain to visit my aunt this afternoon. You guys wanna come over?"
"I do." I said. Eyeball glanced at me, handed Ashleigh to Chris, who had just walked out the door, and nodded.
"Me too." He said.
Fuzzy rolled his eyes. "Big fucking surprise."
"Fuzzy, it's a sin to cuss in front of a church!" Billy told him. "And I'm coming too. So lets go."
After checking with Aunt Charlene (this had been my idea, Billy was rearing to go with out even telling her) we headed off to Vince's. Thankfully, he had brought his car. Vince lived out on the outskirts of Castle Rock, and it would have been nearly a twenty minute walk. I sat squashed in the backseat between Fuzzy and Eyeball. Vince turned on the radio, fiddled with the dial, and finally found a station.
"Please help me I'm fallin' in love with you. Close the door to temptation, don't let me walk through. Turn away from me darlin', I'm begging you to. Please help me I'm fallin' in love with you."
Eyeball sang along with the song under his breath, so no one could hear him. No one but me, that is. I was surprised at how good his voice was, a deep baratone. I felt his eyes on me and felt my face flush once again. How could he find me pretty? Wasn't my face to round and my lips to big? I had gotten lustful looks beofre, but when Eyeball Chambers looked at me, that gleam wasn't in his eye. When he looked at me, I felt like the only person in the room.
"Storm!" I looked up from my thought. Fuzzy was pushing the front seat up for me to get out. "We're here."
"Oh." I climbed out of the car slowly and followed the others into the house. I'd been there before, but not inside. It was nice, a little old fashioned, though. Vince went into the kitchen to call the other Cobra's and the rest of us went up to his room.
When the other guys arrived, I felt a little left out. Usually, Val and Sandra were there, or I had my sketch book, but I'd left my book at home, Val was sick (probably with a hangover, she'd drank more than the rest of us the night before) and Sandra went to visit her grandmother in the nursing home. So I just curled up in the blue armchair Vince had stuck in the corner and lost myself in my own thoughts. I must have been pretty out of it, because it took me ten minutes to realize that the conversation had stopped and everyone was looking at me. Then, I realized I was humming. I stopped immeaditly.
"Sorry." I told them.
"What was that song you were humming?" Ace asked. I chewed my lip, thinking.
"It's called 'Michelle.' My mother used to sing it. It's French." I told them.
"You know all the words?" Vince asked.
"Yes." I said slowly. I didn't like where this was headed. If I sang that song, I would surely think of my mother and I didn't want to cry in front of these guys. Besides, my singing voice sounds like a dying cat.
"Will you sing it for us?" Charlie asked. I shook my head.
"Um, no."
"Please?" Eyeball asked. Alright, I know I said I wouldn't sing, but I couldn't resist that!
"Alright, but just a part of it." I told them.
"So you're gonna sing?" Fuzzy asked. I rolled my eyes.
"No, I'm gonna do shadow puppets!" I said sarcastically, cupping my right palm and putting the first two fingers of my left hand in it. "See, an elephant eating peanuts? Yes, I'll sing a part of it! I just said that!"
I started slowly still feeling weird about this. I mean, how often to you sing to a room full of guys, espcially guy's like the Cobra's?
"Michelle, ma belle
Sont des mots qui vont tres bien ensemble
Tres bien ensemble
Michelle, ma belle"
They were quiet while I sang the words. "What does that mean?" Jack asked. I smiled.
"It means, 'My Michelle,I love you, I love you.That's all I want to say until I find a way, I will say the only words I know you'll understand. My Michelle.'" I smiled again, and brushed back my tears. "Um, where's the bathroom?" I asked Vince.
"Down the hall, last door to the right." He replied.
I hurried out of the room, cursing myself for being so stupid. I felt like an idiot now. Eyeball probably thought I was just a silly little girl, crying like I was, but I couldn't stop. I sat on the closed toilet lid, sobbing my heart out, when a knock on the door nearly scared me to death.
"Storm" Eyeball's voice sounded through the door. "Are you okay? Can I come in?" He opened the door slowly and saw my crying. "Hey, what's this?" I just sobbed harder. He took my into his arms and I cried on his shoulder. I knew I was snotting up his shirt, but I didn't care. He lifted my red, puffy face. "What's the matter?"
"I m-miss my M-mother." I told him. He looked concerned, but not surprised.
"What happened to her?" He asked. I knew I had to tell him.
"She k-killed herself, because her boyfriend l-left her."
"Oh. Well, you know, shit like that happens sometimes." He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "You know what?"
"W-what?"
"I'm not glad your mother did what she did, but I'm thankful to her. Otherwise, I never would have met you." He held me even tighter and I cried even harder. "Oh yeah, and my real name is Richard."
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Aww, that's so sweet!!!! Review please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Unfortunetly, the first time I chose to get drunk was on a Saturday night, thus meaning the next day was Sunday, church day. For the past few Sunday's I'd gotten up early with Billy and left before Aunt Charlene roped us into going. On this paticular morning, the both of us sick with hangovers, we had to go.
So there I was, sitting in the Castle Rock Baptist Church, fanning myself with a Sunday School book. Billy sat on the left side of me, grumbling quietly so Aunt Charlene wouldn't hear him. Vern sat on my right, doodling in a songbook.
"Stop that!" I hissed, pulling it away from him.
I was in a bad mood, even though I knew we weren't the only one made to come. Eyeball sat in the last pew, looking half asleep, with his mother, Chris, and three youngest siblings: Jacob, age ten, Rudy, age six, and the only girl child, Ashleigh, age three. I could also see Gordie Lachance and his parents, Teddy Duchamp and his mother, Fuzzy, his parents, and fourteen year old twin sisters, Amelia and Leslie, Vince, his younger brother, Victor, and their grandparents, who they lived with.
I waved low at Eyeball, and he sat up straight, then waved back at me, a trace of a grin on his face. His mother asked him something just then, and he took Rudy's hand, leading him off to the men's room. I turned back toward the front, and tried to focus on the preacher, Brother Addison. I didn't tell anyone this, but this was my first time going to church. My mother didn't believe in organized religion, so despite my pounding headache and churning stomach, this was fasinating for me. I listened to the sermon and sang the hymms, but I was glad when we rose to sing the final song.
"Blessed Jesus, hold my hand, I need thee every hour. Through this pilgrim land, protect me by thy saving power. Here my feeble plea's, oh Lord, look down on me. I need thy light to guide me day and night, blessed Jesus hold my hand." As the last notes of the song rang out, people started to leave.
I walked out behind Billy, clutching the back of his shirt. We ran into Eyeball, holding Ashleigh, right outside the door.
"Fancy finding you here, Chambers." Billy said. Eyeball rolled his eyes and shifted Ashleigh to the other hip.
"Yeah, well, Mama told me if I didn't come, she'd hide my keys." He said. "You guys didn't wake up soon enough to get away, huh?" I grinned, glad my headache was starting to ease up.
"Something like that." We stood there conversing for a few more minutes, when Vince and Fuzzy walked up.
"Hey guys." Vince said. "My Granparents and my brother are going over to Chamberlain to visit my aunt this afternoon. You guys wanna come over?"
"I do." I said. Eyeball glanced at me, handed Ashleigh to Chris, who had just walked out the door, and nodded.
"Me too." He said.
Fuzzy rolled his eyes. "Big fucking surprise."
"Fuzzy, it's a sin to cuss in front of a church!" Billy told him. "And I'm coming too. So lets go."
After checking with Aunt Charlene (this had been my idea, Billy was rearing to go with out even telling her) we headed off to Vince's. Thankfully, he had brought his car. Vince lived out on the outskirts of Castle Rock, and it would have been nearly a twenty minute walk. I sat squashed in the backseat between Fuzzy and Eyeball. Vince turned on the radio, fiddled with the dial, and finally found a station.
"Please help me I'm fallin' in love with you. Close the door to temptation, don't let me walk through. Turn away from me darlin', I'm begging you to. Please help me I'm fallin' in love with you."
Eyeball sang along with the song under his breath, so no one could hear him. No one but me, that is. I was surprised at how good his voice was, a deep baratone. I felt his eyes on me and felt my face flush once again. How could he find me pretty? Wasn't my face to round and my lips to big? I had gotten lustful looks beofre, but when Eyeball Chambers looked at me, that gleam wasn't in his eye. When he looked at me, I felt like the only person in the room.
"Storm!" I looked up from my thought. Fuzzy was pushing the front seat up for me to get out. "We're here."
"Oh." I climbed out of the car slowly and followed the others into the house. I'd been there before, but not inside. It was nice, a little old fashioned, though. Vince went into the kitchen to call the other Cobra's and the rest of us went up to his room.
When the other guys arrived, I felt a little left out. Usually, Val and Sandra were there, or I had my sketch book, but I'd left my book at home, Val was sick (probably with a hangover, she'd drank more than the rest of us the night before) and Sandra went to visit her grandmother in the nursing home. So I just curled up in the blue armchair Vince had stuck in the corner and lost myself in my own thoughts. I must have been pretty out of it, because it took me ten minutes to realize that the conversation had stopped and everyone was looking at me. Then, I realized I was humming. I stopped immeaditly.
"Sorry." I told them.
"What was that song you were humming?" Ace asked. I chewed my lip, thinking.
"It's called 'Michelle.' My mother used to sing it. It's French." I told them.
"You know all the words?" Vince asked.
"Yes." I said slowly. I didn't like where this was headed. If I sang that song, I would surely think of my mother and I didn't want to cry in front of these guys. Besides, my singing voice sounds like a dying cat.
"Will you sing it for us?" Charlie asked. I shook my head.
"Um, no."
"Please?" Eyeball asked. Alright, I know I said I wouldn't sing, but I couldn't resist that!
"Alright, but just a part of it." I told them.
"So you're gonna sing?" Fuzzy asked. I rolled my eyes.
"No, I'm gonna do shadow puppets!" I said sarcastically, cupping my right palm and putting the first two fingers of my left hand in it. "See, an elephant eating peanuts? Yes, I'll sing a part of it! I just said that!"
I started slowly still feeling weird about this. I mean, how often to you sing to a room full of guys, espcially guy's like the Cobra's?
"Michelle, ma belle
Sont des mots qui vont tres bien ensemble
Tres bien ensemble
Michelle, ma belle"
They were quiet while I sang the words. "What does that mean?" Jack asked. I smiled.
"It means, 'My Michelle,I love you, I love you.That's all I want to say until I find a way, I will say the only words I know you'll understand. My Michelle.'" I smiled again, and brushed back my tears. "Um, where's the bathroom?" I asked Vince.
"Down the hall, last door to the right." He replied.
I hurried out of the room, cursing myself for being so stupid. I felt like an idiot now. Eyeball probably thought I was just a silly little girl, crying like I was, but I couldn't stop. I sat on the closed toilet lid, sobbing my heart out, when a knock on the door nearly scared me to death.
"Storm" Eyeball's voice sounded through the door. "Are you okay? Can I come in?" He opened the door slowly and saw my crying. "Hey, what's this?" I just sobbed harder. He took my into his arms and I cried on his shoulder. I knew I was snotting up his shirt, but I didn't care. He lifted my red, puffy face. "What's the matter?"
"I m-miss my M-mother." I told him. He looked concerned, but not surprised.
"What happened to her?" He asked. I knew I had to tell him.
"She k-killed herself, because her boyfriend l-left her."
"Oh. Well, you know, shit like that happens sometimes." He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "You know what?"
"W-what?"
"I'm not glad your mother did what she did, but I'm thankful to her. Otherwise, I never would have met you." He held me even tighter and I cried even harder. "Oh yeah, and my real name is Richard."
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Aww, that's so sweet!!!! Review please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!