chapter two here. I owe this to John Hughes. His creation not mine, and to the incredibly sexy John "the Art" Clark, who I went to high school with at Kalamazoo Central High. He did the Bender speach once in Drama class in 1991, had a mohawk, was smart, on the wrestling team, an artistic soul, and a little peice of me with me in love with him forever.
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John
She smiled and handed me that damned diamond earring before kissing me and leaving in her Daddy's BMW. I couldn't help but think that her hair was just the right color for her. Red. Hot, fiery. Just like she is. I felt a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach as I think about the party that night. It's not like I would be completely unwelcome there. The richies always were in the market for some doobage. And they all know that I can get it for them. So while I'm not one of them in the least, I know I won't be thrown out.
I made it home and the old man was watching a ball game on the tube. As long as I leave him alone and don't piss him off, he can be halfway human towards me. Just to sweetin' him up a bit, I grab a can of Old Style from the fridge and hand him a fresh one. He took it with a grunt and a nod. His team was winning with a rather good size lead, so I dared to ask him about the car.
"So, Pops. Do you think I could use your car tonight?" I tried to ask casually. He looked over at me and smiled. A good sign.
"Got a hot date tonight or something?" He asked with a leer.
"Something like that." I answered.
"Sure. Go ahead. Make sure you don't trash it or get arrested, and fill it with gas before you come home." He announced.
I turned to leave when he imparted me one last instruction.
"Wear a rubber. You don't need to be knockin her up."
I rolled my eyes, but silently thanked him for his advice. I would have to stop and pick some up before the party.
I am pathetic. I showered, shaved, and changed my clothes for this chick. What the hell is that about? I wonder to myself as I grab the deodorant in the bathroom. Normally, I wouldn't bother. I just don't want to embarrass her, for some unknown reason. Sure, she's hot, but what am I thinking? That this will actually lead to something? I don't have girlfriends. Strike that. I have girlfriends. Just not ones like Claire.
I'll admit, her combination of purity and a dirty mind make me hot for her. And she surprised the hell out of me. Something very few can do. For the first time that I can remember, I don't want to disappoint her. She has this image in her mind of what will happen with us, and I am not going to be the one to let her down. Hell, I have a reputation at stake.
I pulled up in front of the party and parked, then fired up one to take the edge off my unfamiliar anxiety at the whole situation. A knock on the window startled me. I quickly put out my joint and looked up to see Claire smiling at me. I rolled down the window.
"Hey Cherry. Want to join me?" I asked. She smiled and dashed around to the other side of the car. I leaned over and opened the door for her. The first thing I noticed was she was wearing jeans. Calvin's. Smiling at her, I raised an eyebrow and she blushed.
I relit the joint and took another drag, and then turned to her, pulling her to me. I kissed her, blowing the smoke into her mouth. She inhaled and held it for a moment before letting it out. After taking another hit, I offered her a second shotgun hit, which she declined. I took her had and opened the door, sliding across the bench seat and out the drivers side door with me.
We walked into the party to receive a few odd looks. Claire to her credit, held her head high and gave a defiant glance to anyone that dared to stare too much. A few of the richies that knew me gave me a head nod. The universal sign of acknowledgement among guys. We walked into the kitchen and found Andy and Allison had beat us to the party and were already getting drinks. Apparently it was going to be a night of new experiences to more than just Claire and I. Andy handed us both red plastic cups of cheep beer, Old Style would have to be my guess. Cheep and a local favorite. Good enough. I handed five bucks to the guy taking the cup money and ushered Claire towards the living room where the music was playing.
We sat down on a couch and one of Claire's friends bounced over to her.
"Tawnie, this is John." She introduced us. I reached over and shook her hand congenially. The two of them joined heads and I heard the girl giggle and Claire blushed, casting me a smile. Andy and Allison soon joined us and soon a discussion of music ensued. Claire, not surprisingly, voiced an opinion that Duran Duran was the ultimate in what was on the radio now. Andy and I, to my surprise both laughed in disagreement at her opinion. I was more into the new Metal out, "Kill em All" by Metallica was my favorite.
Soon, our little group disbursed and I headed outside to smoke a cigarette and escape from the noise and smoke inside the house. Claire joined me under the stars, the cold air turning our breath to puffs of white. Claire stood behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. It wasn't altogether bad.
"I think I love those jeans on you." she whispered in my ear, a hand straying down to caress my butt. I finished my cigarette, and tossed the butt into a planter and turned to her, backing her up against the house.
"I think those jeans you are wearing will look better in a ball on the floor of my car." I growled into her ear. She quickly inhaled and gazed into my eyes with a hunger.
