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******* I whirled around and around. My head was spinning, but I couldn't feel a thing. I was dancing off the ground, at least 200 feet in the night sky. Suddenly, I tripped, and I was falling,falling, falling through the air. I knew I'd be killed when I hit the ground. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the crash, but it never came. Someone had caught me. I looked up into Eyeball's soft, brown eyes.
"When you're with me, you'll never fall." He said, tilting my face up..........*******
"Storm, wake up! Storm!" Someone was shaking me, rousing me from my wonderful dream. "Come on! Wake up!"
I opened one eye, slowly. Eyeball was looking down at me. "Good, you're up. I don't want Billy to find me in your bed. Or in his clothes, for that matter."
I muttered something uninteligable, threw my blankets off and headed for my bedroom door. Eyeball stood up, too. "Listen, Storm, about last night-"
I spun around. (I'm not a morning person, even now.) "I won't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about."
"No! Well, yeah, that too, but mostly, I wanted to say thanks. Not all of my friends would have done that for me. Actually, you're the only one who would." He blushed and I felt bad for jumping down his throat.
"It's no big deal." I told him. His blackeye looked even worse in the bright, morning light. "Let's go downstairs."
We headed down to the kitchen. I secretly hoped we were the only ones awake, but no, there was Vern, standing at the stove, making something, and Billy sitting at the table. They both looked extremly surprised to see Eyeball.
"What're you doing here?" Vern asked. For some reason, he was scooping egg yokes into a plastic baggie.
"Why're you wearing my clothes? Man, what happened to your face?" Billy looked like he knew what had happed, and for Billy, that's saying a lot.
"I had a run in with my Dad." Was all Eyeball said, but a look of understanding came over Billy and Vern's faces.
"Vern, what the hell are you doing?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah, Vern, what ARE you doing?" Billy, turned around in his chair, I guess noticing for the first time that Vern was saving the yokes.
"I'm making omelets, but I don't want high cholestreol, so I'm putting the yokes in a baggie." Vern scooped another yoke. "I thought I could send them to the starving kids in Africa."
"Great," Billy told him. "They can all die of heartattacks. Your heart's in the right place, Vern. I just don't know where the fuck your brain is."
I giggled and Vern stuck out his tongue, then went back to making his omelet.
"Does anyone else want something thats not COMPLETLY STUPID to eat?" Billy asked, looking at Vern, who had just finished cooking his omelet and was now dumping hot sauce on it.
"Um, I'll just have some toast." Eyeball said.
"Maybe you should call your mom?" I asked him, touching his arm lightly. He jumped when I touched him.
"Uh, yeah, probably. Is that okay?" Eyeball smiled tentatively.
"Yes, Eyeball, it's fine." I told him patiently. "I'll make your toast while you call. I hope you like grape jelly, 'cause that's all we got." Billy, who was making himself some bacon, looked at me, raising his eyebrows. I knew what he was on about. I'd never offered to make food for him or Vern.
"Yeah, grape's my favorite." He said, as he reached for the phone. By this time, Vern had carried his yokeless omelet into the living room to watch TV and Billy had followed with his bacon. They were now fighting over what show to watch. I tried not to listen in on Eyeball's conversation, but since the phone is near the toaster, I sorta couldn't help it.
"Hi, Mama. It's me, Richie. Yeah, I'm alright, just a few bruises, and a blackeye. No, Mama, it's okay. It doesn't hurt too bad. No, I'm at the Tessio's house. Yeah, they don't mind. Has Daddy left yet? He hasn't? Shi- I mean, darn, because I was gonna come home after I ate. No, Mama, I'm not putting anyone out. They invited me to eat. No, Mrs. Tessio's not here. You could talk to Storm, though. Okay?" He held the phone out to me. "She wants to talk to you."
I took the phone. "Hello?"
"Storm?" Mrs. Chambers voice sound raspy, like she'd been crying all night. She probably had.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Is it okay, for my Richie to be there, with Charlene gone and what not?"
"Oh, yes, Mrs. Chambers, it's fine."
"He's not eating you out of house and home, is he?"
"No, Mrs. Chambers, he isn't." I told her. "He's hardly eaten anything."
"Okay, if your sure, sweetie. Put Richie back on, please."
I handed the phone back to Eyeball and went back to fixing his toast.
"Okay, Mama, I will. No, it's fine. Yeah, just call me when he leaves. I'll be here. I love you too. Bye."
I handed him his toast and a glass of milk, as he hung up the phone, then poured myself a bowl of cereal. "Let's eat up in my room.........Richie."
"Oh shut up." He told me, but he was smiling, so I knew he wasn't mad.
"I think it's cute! It's a lot sweeter than EYEBALL." I sat down on my bed, and he sat in my desk chair, spinning it around and around while he ate.
"I'm a Cobra, Storm. My name ain't suppose to be cute or sweet. It's suppose to be tough."
"You're not tough." He gave me mean look as he spun in circles.
"Gee, thanks." He said sarcastically.
"That's not what I meant! You are tough, but only on the outside. On the inside, where it really matters, you're the sweetest person I know."
He smiled and stopped spinning. "Can I kiss you?"
"What?!"
"Can I kiss you?" He blushed again, and I knew my face was on fire.
"Um.......yes!"
He sat down on the bed beside me and I leaned towards him. When our lips met, I felt like I was in one of those sappy romance novels Aunt Charlene was always reading. It was like a hundred different feelings were rushing through me. I parted my lips slightly and Eyeball slipped his tongue in, exploring my mouth with it. When we were finished kissing, he put his arm around my waist and I leaned against him, laying my head on his shoulder.
"I really like you Storm. I like you a lot."
"I know you do. Everyone tells me so." I told him.
"Oh yeah? Like who?"
"Um, lets see. Billy, Teddy Duchamp, Vern, Charlie, Fuzzy, your brother, Sandra, Val-"
"Wait a sec. My brother? Chris?"
I giggled. "Yeah. Remember that day I walked him home from the ball field? The day Charlie asked me out?"
"Yeah......" Eyeball said slowly.
"Well, on the way to your house, he said that you thought I was pretty, and that maybe you liked me."
"I don't think your pretty Storm, I think your beautiful."
"Aww, you'll say anything to try and woo me, won't you?"
He grinned. "Yes."
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Mrs. Chambers called about 1:30 and told Eyeball it was safe for him to come home. He did so reluctantly.
"I could go with you." I offered.
"Thanks, baby, but you better let things cool down for a few days 'fore you come over." He said. I grinned, causing him to smile. "What?"
"You called me 'baby'."
"I know, thats 'cause you are my baby. I mean, if you wanna be."
"I'd like that." I told him.
"Good. I was hoping you would." He pulled on his socks. (I had washed his wet clothes for him.)
I walked him to the sidewalk, away from the prying eyes of Vern and Billy, who both, unsurprisingly, decided to stay home with Eyeball and me and wait for Mrs. Chambers to call.
Eyeball kissed me again. "I'll call you later, okay?" He whispered.
"Okay. Be careful. And........" I didn't quite know how to end that sentence.
"And if my Dad's car is there, I'll come straight back here." He finished.
"You better." I told him. He just smiled in response and headed towards his house. I watched him till he disappered around the corner, then went back inside.
"Why was he kissing you?" Vern demanded as soon as I entered.
"Were you SPYING on me?" I asked, looking from Billy to Vern.
"Vern was." Billy answered. "I told him to get the fuck away from the window, but he didn't listen............So are and Eyeball a *item*?"
He said 'item' in this high pitched, girlie, voice. "Yep, I guess we are. Proud of me, Bill? I went for it! Just like you told me!"
Billy wiped away pretend tears. "Yeah, I'm proud. My little girl is growing up so fast!"
"Oh, stuff it." I told him.
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******* I whirled around and around. My head was spinning, but I couldn't feel a thing. I was dancing off the ground, at least 200 feet in the night sky. Suddenly, I tripped, and I was falling,falling, falling through the air. I knew I'd be killed when I hit the ground. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the crash, but it never came. Someone had caught me. I looked up into Eyeball's soft, brown eyes.
"When you're with me, you'll never fall." He said, tilting my face up..........*******
"Storm, wake up! Storm!" Someone was shaking me, rousing me from my wonderful dream. "Come on! Wake up!"
I opened one eye, slowly. Eyeball was looking down at me. "Good, you're up. I don't want Billy to find me in your bed. Or in his clothes, for that matter."
I muttered something uninteligable, threw my blankets off and headed for my bedroom door. Eyeball stood up, too. "Listen, Storm, about last night-"
I spun around. (I'm not a morning person, even now.) "I won't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about."
"No! Well, yeah, that too, but mostly, I wanted to say thanks. Not all of my friends would have done that for me. Actually, you're the only one who would." He blushed and I felt bad for jumping down his throat.
"It's no big deal." I told him. His blackeye looked even worse in the bright, morning light. "Let's go downstairs."
We headed down to the kitchen. I secretly hoped we were the only ones awake, but no, there was Vern, standing at the stove, making something, and Billy sitting at the table. They both looked extremly surprised to see Eyeball.
"What're you doing here?" Vern asked. For some reason, he was scooping egg yokes into a plastic baggie.
"Why're you wearing my clothes? Man, what happened to your face?" Billy looked like he knew what had happed, and for Billy, that's saying a lot.
"I had a run in with my Dad." Was all Eyeball said, but a look of understanding came over Billy and Vern's faces.
"Vern, what the hell are you doing?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah, Vern, what ARE you doing?" Billy, turned around in his chair, I guess noticing for the first time that Vern was saving the yokes.
"I'm making omelets, but I don't want high cholestreol, so I'm putting the yokes in a baggie." Vern scooped another yoke. "I thought I could send them to the starving kids in Africa."
"Great," Billy told him. "They can all die of heartattacks. Your heart's in the right place, Vern. I just don't know where the fuck your brain is."
I giggled and Vern stuck out his tongue, then went back to making his omelet.
"Does anyone else want something thats not COMPLETLY STUPID to eat?" Billy asked, looking at Vern, who had just finished cooking his omelet and was now dumping hot sauce on it.
"Um, I'll just have some toast." Eyeball said.
"Maybe you should call your mom?" I asked him, touching his arm lightly. He jumped when I touched him.
"Uh, yeah, probably. Is that okay?" Eyeball smiled tentatively.
"Yes, Eyeball, it's fine." I told him patiently. "I'll make your toast while you call. I hope you like grape jelly, 'cause that's all we got." Billy, who was making himself some bacon, looked at me, raising his eyebrows. I knew what he was on about. I'd never offered to make food for him or Vern.
"Yeah, grape's my favorite." He said, as he reached for the phone. By this time, Vern had carried his yokeless omelet into the living room to watch TV and Billy had followed with his bacon. They were now fighting over what show to watch. I tried not to listen in on Eyeball's conversation, but since the phone is near the toaster, I sorta couldn't help it.
"Hi, Mama. It's me, Richie. Yeah, I'm alright, just a few bruises, and a blackeye. No, Mama, it's okay. It doesn't hurt too bad. No, I'm at the Tessio's house. Yeah, they don't mind. Has Daddy left yet? He hasn't? Shi- I mean, darn, because I was gonna come home after I ate. No, Mama, I'm not putting anyone out. They invited me to eat. No, Mrs. Tessio's not here. You could talk to Storm, though. Okay?" He held the phone out to me. "She wants to talk to you."
I took the phone. "Hello?"
"Storm?" Mrs. Chambers voice sound raspy, like she'd been crying all night. She probably had.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Is it okay, for my Richie to be there, with Charlene gone and what not?"
"Oh, yes, Mrs. Chambers, it's fine."
"He's not eating you out of house and home, is he?"
"No, Mrs. Chambers, he isn't." I told her. "He's hardly eaten anything."
"Okay, if your sure, sweetie. Put Richie back on, please."
I handed the phone back to Eyeball and went back to fixing his toast.
"Okay, Mama, I will. No, it's fine. Yeah, just call me when he leaves. I'll be here. I love you too. Bye."
I handed him his toast and a glass of milk, as he hung up the phone, then poured myself a bowl of cereal. "Let's eat up in my room.........Richie."
"Oh shut up." He told me, but he was smiling, so I knew he wasn't mad.
"I think it's cute! It's a lot sweeter than EYEBALL." I sat down on my bed, and he sat in my desk chair, spinning it around and around while he ate.
"I'm a Cobra, Storm. My name ain't suppose to be cute or sweet. It's suppose to be tough."
"You're not tough." He gave me mean look as he spun in circles.
"Gee, thanks." He said sarcastically.
"That's not what I meant! You are tough, but only on the outside. On the inside, where it really matters, you're the sweetest person I know."
He smiled and stopped spinning. "Can I kiss you?"
"What?!"
"Can I kiss you?" He blushed again, and I knew my face was on fire.
"Um.......yes!"
He sat down on the bed beside me and I leaned towards him. When our lips met, I felt like I was in one of those sappy romance novels Aunt Charlene was always reading. It was like a hundred different feelings were rushing through me. I parted my lips slightly and Eyeball slipped his tongue in, exploring my mouth with it. When we were finished kissing, he put his arm around my waist and I leaned against him, laying my head on his shoulder.
"I really like you Storm. I like you a lot."
"I know you do. Everyone tells me so." I told him.
"Oh yeah? Like who?"
"Um, lets see. Billy, Teddy Duchamp, Vern, Charlie, Fuzzy, your brother, Sandra, Val-"
"Wait a sec. My brother? Chris?"
I giggled. "Yeah. Remember that day I walked him home from the ball field? The day Charlie asked me out?"
"Yeah......" Eyeball said slowly.
"Well, on the way to your house, he said that you thought I was pretty, and that maybe you liked me."
"I don't think your pretty Storm, I think your beautiful."
"Aww, you'll say anything to try and woo me, won't you?"
He grinned. "Yes."
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Mrs. Chambers called about 1:30 and told Eyeball it was safe for him to come home. He did so reluctantly.
"I could go with you." I offered.
"Thanks, baby, but you better let things cool down for a few days 'fore you come over." He said. I grinned, causing him to smile. "What?"
"You called me 'baby'."
"I know, thats 'cause you are my baby. I mean, if you wanna be."
"I'd like that." I told him.
"Good. I was hoping you would." He pulled on his socks. (I had washed his wet clothes for him.)
I walked him to the sidewalk, away from the prying eyes of Vern and Billy, who both, unsurprisingly, decided to stay home with Eyeball and me and wait for Mrs. Chambers to call.
Eyeball kissed me again. "I'll call you later, okay?" He whispered.
"Okay. Be careful. And........" I didn't quite know how to end that sentence.
"And if my Dad's car is there, I'll come straight back here." He finished.
"You better." I told him. He just smiled in response and headed towards his house. I watched him till he disappered around the corner, then went back inside.
"Why was he kissing you?" Vern demanded as soon as I entered.
"Were you SPYING on me?" I asked, looking from Billy to Vern.
"Vern was." Billy answered. "I told him to get the fuck away from the window, but he didn't listen............So are and Eyeball a *item*?"
He said 'item' in this high pitched, girlie, voice. "Yep, I guess we are. Proud of me, Bill? I went for it! Just like you told me!"
Billy wiped away pretend tears. "Yeah, I'm proud. My little girl is growing up so fast!"
"Oh, stuff it." I told him.
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Ok, I got Eyeball and Storm together. How'd I do? Why don't you tell me when you REVIEW? **HINT,HINT**