And So It Begins…

New Year's Eve, 1977

A house in Bel-Air

"Hey, this room's empty, let's go in here."

"Ok. Man, I still can't believe I'm doing this."

"C'mon baby, you know you want it as bad as I do. Where's the light switch…got it."

"Aw crap, this isn't a bedroom. It's like an office or something. Shit."

"Well, it'll have to do, all the other rooms are taken. Unless you wanna kick Red Dog and Rosie outta that last one."

"Uh, no. I wanna live to see the dawn. Hmm, how are we gonna make it in here?"

"Hey, how 'bout the closet? Check it out, it's the walk-in kind. It even has a light."

"Jesus, this thing's bigger than my entire bedroom! Close the door and nobody even has to know we're in here."

"Right on. Hey, grab that fur coat there in the back and we can lie on that."

"Well, you sure know how to do it in style, man!"

Ten minutes later

"Mm, nice."

"Ya like that?"

"The way you do it, yeah."

"Hah! You sound surprised."

"Well, I am, kinda."

"Didn't think I had it in me, huh?"

"No. Didn't think I'd ever have it in me, either."

"Ooh, you're a dirty girl. But that's what I like about ya. So um, you ready?"

"Do you really have to ask?"

"I – uh – guess not. Ok, well…"

Another ten minutes later

"Damn. You were fuckin' awesome."

"Yeah, so were you. For a first-timer, anyway."

"…"

"I mean, it was your first time, right?"

"How could you know that? Aw fuck, was I that bad? Shit!"

"Nah, you weren't bad. But when it's the guy asking 'is it in?' then that's usually a dead giveaway, ya know?"

"Aw maaann! I coulda sworn I was there…oh well, it's how ya finish the job that counts, right?"

"You know it. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"Better not! Shit, you better fuckin' not! I'll never live it down with the team. They all think I've been porkin' chicks since I was fifteen."

"It's cool, I won't tell anyone. Long as you treat me right, ya dig?"

"Just gimme a chance and I'll treat you great. I've been likin' you for a long time and I uh, wanna see you again."

"Oh yeah? Well, we can probably swing that. You're pretty sweet when you're not being a little loudmouth rat."

"Heeyyyy, even little rats have their good sides…So um, have you been with many guys before me?"

"You mean this weekend?"

silence

"Dude, that was a joke."

"Fuck, I hope so."

"Hey, chill. No, I haven't been with a lot of guys. I know what people say about me, that I've done everyone in Dogtown, but that's a bunch of jealous kooks talking, you know it is. I don't even know why you felt the need to ask."

"Just wanted to hear it from you, I guess. Hope your brother's cool with us…uh, going out and stuff."

"Shit, he doesn't care and anyway, he's not my keeper. And anyway, you're one of his best friends, so why would he mind? Unless you're planning on just screwin' me and then bailing or something."

"No way! I like you way too much to do that, Kathy."

"Well, I like you too, Jay."

"Cool. So uh, wanna do it again?"

"Do it again…c'mon, do it again…"

"Ha! Oh god, don't start singing that song. Soul music sucks."

"I love that song. Soul music is awesome. It's disco that sucks."

"All the same to me, man. If it's not Rock then I got no use for it."

"Well, are we gonna talk about music or are we gonna get it on before people come looking for us?"

"Awrite, let's get it on! And don't start singing that song, either."

Author's Note: Well, I'm back. waves 'Angel of Venice' is not going to be as long as 'Wishing…' but since Jay got kinda shortchanged in that one, I thought I'd give him a story of his own. 'Angel…" is very roughly based on some real-life incidents that actually happened to Jay in the 80s but I decided to start it in 1977 just to give it some continuity with the movie and because I can, dammit! lol

Enjoy, and please r&r if you feel like it.