Trailer Trash Cullen One-Shot Contest
Title: Kum and Go
Pen name: #106
Characters: Eddie x Bella Sue, Rosie and Emmett
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyers owns all things Twilight characters. But I love Eddie and Bella Sue.
Summary: Bella Sue is a hardworking woman at the local Kum and Go convenience store. Her boring day at the store heats up when in walks a handsome stranger just trying to get a cup of coffee.
Dayum, when is my next ciggie break? I've been standing on my feet for three hours fetchin' smokes and lottery tickets for all the early mornin' folks, and my dogs are startin' to bark.
I always have achin' feet when I wear these Payless shoes, but hell, they was on sale. I think I'll just throw 'em off for a bit. I'm behind the counter so who's goin' a see me anyways?
Some rustlin' noises make me turn to the coffee station. Holy fuck. Move over Kenny Chesney, I've seen a new boy, and he's got ya hogtied.
His eyes are deep green. His hair is thick and looks like he squirted it with a bottle of Sun In, lookin' all bronzy-like.
Oh, God, Mr. Purdy is grinnin' at me. I think? I glance over my shoulder to confirm that there ain't someone behind me. Yep, no one's there. It's lil' ole me he's peekin' at. Dang!
I look down and see that his bicep has a bob war tattoo. I have a hankerin' to spit out my gum and lick it. Slowly!
"Heck fire, where'd he come from?" I mutter while tryin' to keep my big trap shut. I don't want folks thinkin' I'm loony like my Aunt May.
I would've remembered him if I'd seen him before all hawt and sexy-like in his black wife beater.
Silently, I thank the Lord I'm wearin' my Light Day pads, cuz I'm soakin' wet.
His smoochable lips are movin' as he stares my way. I realize that he's talkin' to me, and wavin' me over to him.
I yank the toothpick outta my teeth and scoot his way. And the viewin' only gets better as I get closer. If only Rosie could see him, she'd be hollerin' for me to jump his bones. Again, I'm thankful for them Light Days.
"Howdy there, stranger," I say after finally comin' to his side and untyin' my twisted tongue.
And the purdy stranger just smiles at me. I notice him checkin' me out, from the tip of my teased head to the tip of my toes. I follow his eyes to my once achin' dogs, and realize that bein' so spellbound has left me barefoot and exposin' my chipped toenail polish.
"Just how I like my women—barefoot and not pregnant." Mr. Purdy is laughin' up a storm at me.
He just spit that out at me all slick and ornery-like. Now my face is lightin' up like the Kum and Go sign out front, all red and glowy.
"Hey, dawl face. I didn't mean to scare ya. I was just joshin'. Can ya find me a lid for this here coffee? Looks like y'all have run out of 'em."
Slowly, I bend over and open the cabinet with all the coffee fixin's. It dawns on me that my ass is in the air pointin' right at Mr. Purdy, so I do me some wigglin' and back up just a bit.
All hunched over, I tilt my head, look back at him and figure it's payback time. Gentlemen start your engines!
"What size are ya there, stranger?" And it's Mr. Purdy's turn to get all red as a beet as I get my ornery streak started.
His mouth falls open like he's out to catch some flies. Speakin' of flies, I'm seein' his pant fly lookin' all raised and puckered.
"Size? You wanna know my size?"
"Yep, is the coffee cup extra large? What ya think I meant?"
I watch him swallow hard after this question, and decide to move in for another smack.
"Ah, come here and let me give ya somethin' that'll fit." My mouth grins from ear to ear. I can almost feel the first layer of makeup startin' to crack.
When Mr. Purdy makes no moves, I reach for his cup and wrap my lil' hands around it. He eyes my moves, while his mouth is still tryin' to catch a fly or two. I put the right fittin' lid on his cup, and slowly let my hand wander up to that glorious tattoo.
"I'm fixin' to go on a ciggie break out back. If you need somethin' else, that's where you kin find me." I wink and hope my false glitter lashes stay put.
I think Mr. Purdy watched as I sashayed to the front counter, cuz when I turn around he's scratchin' his head and lookin' all dazed.
Back up at the counter, I ring up a few more customers. Most of our shoppers are people that live 'round these here parts. Not many new faces walk through the doors. It's Deliverance, Arkansas, after all. You're born, raised and buried here. It's like fly paper—once you're dropped here, you're stuck like glue. It's that hard to leave.
I keep eyein' Mr. Purdy, as I fix to help Rev. Harry. He's a preacher man, but always gawks at my boobies. The girls are sittin' right in line with his sight on account that I'm jacked up a few feet. The powers that be at Kum and Go make us stand on a platform behind the counter. I think they want us to look intimidatin'.
Back to the Rev., he's a man o' the cloth, so I chalk up the starin' as him appreciatin' the Lord's creation. I'm just glad he hasn't seen me moonlightin' at The Pink Cadillac girlie bar. I waitress there, but refuse to shake my boobies. Though the manager says I'd do real fine if I did. I figure a girl has to draw the line somewhere. And besides, Charlie would skin me alive if he caught me exposin' my girlie parts. But if the Rev. paid our establishment a visit, I got a feelin' that he'd be a dang fine tipper.
"Morn' there, Bella Sue. You're lookin' all gussied up today." He tells me this and ne'er makes it above my damn hooters. I better bring up the Missus and real quick.
"Thank you Rev. Harry. How's Mrs. Clearwater, sir?" Okay that's 'bout as polite as I can be while he's oglin' me. It's a gettin' hard not to wipe his droolin' mouth.
Speakin' of mouths, I spot Mr. Purdy shootin' me a smirk.
Whoa, Nelly! My girlie parts are startin' to buck like a wild bronco.
"Missus who? Oh Missus Clearwater. Hers ain't as big… I mean she's doin' just fine 'n dandy. It's her sis Leah that's got her all bothered."
"Well, bless her heart, Reverend. Is she still sufferin' from that bad case of gout?" I remember hearin' that she was under the weather.
"Yep. She just needs to cut back on the PBR. That'd be Pabst Blue Ribbon beer to a young'un like you."
"Have a good day and maybe I'll see you Sunday." I say this to the Reverend, knowin' there's only a snowball's chance in hell that I'll be warmin' up his pew. But I smile and hope he falls for my fib.
Okey, dokey! Bring on that ciggie break.
"Ruth Ann, I'm takin' my first twenty minutes, 'kay?"
"Sure thing, Bella Sue. It's high time you had a break."
Ruth Ann is the sweetest boss this side o' the Mississippi. She's just like a mother hen to all us girls and she's a downright stitch, too.
Usually, twice a week the high-tech video contraption outside catches a smashed customer peein' on the buildin'. When we get enough of 'em on tape, she has everyone bunch together in her office for what's called a Pissin' Party.
Funny thing is we laugh so hard that we start peein' our pants, too. There ya go, another good reason to wear them Light Days.
Leavin' the counter, I sweep down the store's aisles, which takes all of about three seconds. Where did Mr. Purdy disappear to? It's like he just got swallowed up, and, poof, he's gone.
Goin' for that smoke just don't sound so cool anymore. I want to go out front and start lookin' in all the pickup trucks for Mr. Purdy. I'm feelin' like my dog died.
Come on, Bella Sue, have a smoke and just get over him.
Grabbin' my purse, I open the back door off the break room. Once I'm outside, I see someone leanin' against the ole stinky dumpster.
I shield my eyes from the sun with my hand, and dayum if it ain't Mr. Purdy lookin' like that ole movie star. I think his name is Jimmy Dean. Wait, nope, that's the sausage guy.
Oh, forget that, I just might have my very own sausage to cook up anyhows.
I mosey over his way, stoppin' when I get purdy darn close, but not too close. I don't want his paws on me… yet!
He's still and starin' at my lips, watchin' me put a cig into my mouth. He pulls out a Union Jack lighter and not sayin' a thing, lights my fire.
Didn't his momma teach him manners 'bout introducing yourself properly?
Alright, Mr. Purdy, who's now Mr. Cat Got Your Tongue, I'll be the first to jump in. Enough of this pussy footin' around.
"Ya momma give ya a name, dahlin'?"
"Name's, Eddie, dawl face."
Holy cow tippin'! He's movin' them purdy lips towards mine. And I'm gonna swoon if he comes up closer. His scent floats right into my nose and I realize he's reekin' of Aqua Velva aftershave.
There's trouble ahead, cuz there's just sumpin' about a Aqua Velva man. It's my, oh, what the heck is it, that green rock that made Superman all wimpy? Any ole ways, I'm just as screwed as a dog in heat.
"Eddie… sounds short for sumpin.'" I peek up at Eddie and give my lashes a flutter.
"Short? There's nuttin' short about lil' ole me," he whispers inchin' close to my ear causin' me to have the worst case of chill bumps. Oh, and my traitor nips are pokin' out.
Eddie is gawkin' at my hooters and lickin' those rosy lips. I know he's catchin' an eyeful. His hungry eyes are makin' my girlie bits stand up and sing that hawt Dierks Bently song, "Come a Little Closer."
Much to my delight, he did just that—came a little closer. Just a beer can's length away from me.
Now that darn cat was holdin' my tongue. Nuttin' would come outta my mouth.
"I just gotta ask ya two things real quick-like, cuz my buddies are waitin' out front."
I nod my head, hopin' he'll start spillin' the beans.
"One. Will ya let me escort you to dinner and a show this here evenin'?"
Oh my, Eddie's momma did teach him manners.
"Well, it'd be a lil' strange don't ya think? I don't even know ya, Eddie." But ya can bet your bottom dollar that I plan on gettin' to know him, and in the biblical sense, too.
Eddie is lookin' all disappointed by my words. So I decide to step right into it.
"But that don't mean that I won't go. What ya have in mind?"
"Since I just pulled into town, I ain't no expert on the finer dinin' 'round here. But I did spot a Sizzler. Come on, a…"
Eddie stops and brings his long fingers towards the hair coverin' my left boob. He takes my curls and moves them away from my name tag. And I'll be darned if he didn't rub my nipple. Oh, he's a durty boy after all, and I hear my girlie bits start singin' again.
"Bella Sue. Please say you'll be my date?"
Oh, heck, who can refuse a man wearin' Aqua Velva that says please? Not me, apparently.
"Alright, Eddie, I'll go out on the town with ya, but can we skip the show for sumpin' else?"
"What ya have in mind, dahlin'?"
"It's karaoke night at Redneck's, ya know the new establishment. Wait, have ya heard of it yet? Bein' new and all."
"No, just pulled into town, and I ne'er done karaoke. But I'd be willin' to let ya break me in, if ya know what I mean?"
Man, this Eddie just keeps talkin' right to my parts down yonder. I'm gonna try to return the favor.
"Eddie, I can bend you, that's for sure. But I ain't one to break any man. I use a gentile touch."
I throw my unsmoked ciggie to the side and let my hand slide up his tanned arms. Eddie lets out a peculiar sound and almost goes cross-eyed on me. But he recovers and looks at me head on.
"And Bella, I gots one more question before my buddies come and drag me away."
He pauses, looks down at the gravel, and lets out a ginormous breath. I think he's got a bad case of nerves. So I stroke his bare arm all gentle-like, and he finally starts to talk.
"Bella Sue, could I get a lil', well… a lil' sugar before I head back out front? Just a smidgen of sugar?" Eddie looks all, I'm beggin' for my life here.
"Okay, Eddie. But just a smidgen." And before I know it he's locked his darn sexy lips on mine. They're pressin' against me hard, and I feel a dizzy spell comin' on. I'm in need of some air, so I open my trap to catch a breath, and low and behold, in goes his tongue. It's right 'bout here that I turn into a heap of jello.
Eddie loops his tan, pumped-up arms around my middle. And then, sweet Jesus, he pulls my achin' body right smack dab into him. And by "him" I mean that down there "him" part.
Wowsers! Eddie's really packin' some heat in his workin' jeans. Hard to believe that just a lil' bit of me could get him so worked up. But I'm pleased as punch to be turnin' him on. Yep, I say I done flipped his switch.
I drop my vinyl purse, knowing that I can just wipe off the dust later. I slide my fingers slowly up his arms. It's stirrin' him up and he jerks like he's shakin' off a chill. Oh, I thinks that Mr. Purdy likes me touchin' him and I'll be damned if I ain't enjoyin' this kiss. This crazed feelin' would knock my socks off, if I was wearin' any.
"Oh, Eddie," I moan cuz he's all hawt and makin' me tingle where the sun don't shine.
As my hands start weavin' in and out of his bronzy hair, I hear a voice boomin' not far away. "Okey dokey, Eddie Boy! Time to go! The boss man's goin'a be wonderin' where the heck we are!"
Eddie and I slowly turn to the voice. There's a big burly man standin' at the corner of the buildin'. He looks like Paul Bunyan callin' for Babe. Geez, he must stand six and a half feet tall. This boy definitely ate his Wheaties.
"Emmett, run along up front. I'll be there lickety split."
"Eddie, two minutes, ya hear?"
"10-4."
The big lunk of a man rolls his eyes and gets lost. So here we are lookin' at each other all googley-eyed. Finally, Eddie says sumpin'.
"Where should I pick ya up tonight?"
"Gettin' to the trailer park is kinda tricky. So let's meet back here at the Kum and Go. Rosie can drop me off."
"That's nearabout perfect. Will six work?" I nod yes while Eddie moves some flyaway hairs and places 'em behind my ear. He moves in close-like and whispers to me.
"Only thing that would make the evenin' better would be a lil' more sugar." He winks at me while I look like a sunburn victim. He's the only boy I've met that gives me the reds.
He starts to back away, and his arms leave my backside. Oh, no, he's goin' and I don't know much about Mr. Purdy really. So I vomit out 'bout a million questions and pray that he'll still show up at six.
"Eddie, whereareyafrom? WhatyadoinintheOzarks? Whatkindamusicdoyoulike? SquirtorMountainDew?"
Once I stop and catch my breath, I see him laughin' and all. He has this cute and adorable gleam peekin' out of his eyes. It reminds me of Grandpa Bud.
I forget what I just asked him. All I can think about is his lips pressin' on mine.
"Well, Bella Sue, ya sure are a lively one. How 'bouts I give ya the answers at the Sizzler?"
"That'd be just fine, Eddie. I wanna know ya better, that's all."
"Oh, I think that'll be a likely thing, babe. Later 'gator." Eddie bends down and lands a lil' kiss on my cherry-lookin' cheek.
He turns quick-like in his steel-toed boots, and walks to the corner where burly man was standin' just 'bout two minutes ago. He blows me a kiss and gives me a wicked lookin' grin as he rounds the corner.
One thing for sure. I plan on givin' him some sugar, tonight. Things just might get a lil' sticky!