* Please Review! Again, I am surprised by how many people like this. It's hard to write stories for some of these movies because they aren't well known so I'm never sure how they will be received. PrincessPipi: I am trying to promote his older and lesser known movies but writing stories about them. If you look through Fan Fic, you will see that a lot of his movies are here with stories. I have been emailing FFN asking them to add the movies then posting stories. I am slowly working through the films so I hope you check them out.*
" So how long have you lived here, Van?" Avalon asked as they strolled down by the lake shore.
" Since birth." Van said. He snatched up a rock from the ground and skipped it across the lake's still surface.
" That must be nice. I have never lived in one place for longer than a year." Avalon said. Van frowned and looked at her but she was watching the ground in front of them.
" I thought you said you were from Pennsylvania." He said. Avalon crossed her arms over her chest and looked up at him.
" No. You asked where I came from. I came here from Pennsylvania. My dad and I have lived all over the country but we have never stayed somewhere for longer than a year." She said.
" Why? Is your dad in the ARMY or something?" Van asked.
" No. He gets restless and we move." She said with a small shrug.
" Well what's he do for a living?" Van asked. Because if there was one thing Van knew, it took money to be able to move around like that. If it didn't, he'd leave...right?
" He restores old documents and translates them for museums. My dad doesn't really like leaving the house much so the documents get sent to our house. He does what he does, sends them back and gets paid." Avalon said.
" Your dad sounds smart." Van said.
" Yeah he is. What about your dad?" Van looked ahead of them, stuffing his hands back into this pockets. He didn't like talking about his dad. Talking about his dad would lead to talk and questions about his mom and he did not want to go there, not yet. He fingered his pack of smokes and his lighter, an idea forming quickly.
" Hey you care if I smoke?" He asked, looking at her again.
" No, I don't care." Avalon said, still smiling at him.
Van nodded, pulling the pack and lighter out. He popped one cigarette in his mouth, replaced the pack in his pocket then cupped his hands, bring the lighter flame to the tip of the cigarette. This would buy him time and maybe make her think of something else to ask him. Van tilted his head back as he inhaled. He grasp at the stick with his index finger and thumb, pulled it away and started to blow out smoke rings. He glanced to his side, seeing her waiting patiently for his answer. He blew the rest of the smoke out of his lungs and lowered his head down. He cleared his throat and stared out over the lake.
" My dad was in an accident a few years ago. That's why he's in the chair." He said. Next question, what about your mom. It was either that or she would express pity for him that he had to take care of his dad and Van didn't want either of those to happen.
" That's rough." Avalon said. Van popped the smoke back into his mouth as he nodded. Here is comes. " So what's fun around here?" Van looked back at her in surprise. No follow up about his mom? Van suddenly remembered when he asked her about hers and she hadn't wanted to answer. Maybe she understood that he wouldn't want to talk about his.
" Um..." He said after taking a drag from his smoke. " not a lot. I mean, parties will start up soon and shit."
" Parties." Avalon repeated. " Yeah but that's for you locals, right? I mean, I don't know anyone here so I won't know about the parties or be invited to them."
" You know me." Van corrected. " We could go to some, if you want."
The two walked around the lake, stopping at a few places to sit and talk more, for almost two hours. Van found him more and more at ease with this new girl. He like her calm smile, her laugh and the way she seemed into whatever he was talking about. He told her about the town and a few legends of the lake, including the old tale about the boy who died from a massive bite in his leg that he got while swimming. She told him about a few of the places she had lived in and answered his questions about the 'outside' world, without looking at him like he was stupid.
" So listen, tomorrow night there is this concert going on. It's free to get into. It's real heavy music and the band kind of sucks but if you want to go with me, I can come and get you around eight." Van offered when they got back to her house. Avalon leaned her back against the door and smiled with a nod.
" Yeah, I'd like that." She said.
" Okay, cool. It will be hot inside the bar so you might want to wear shorts or something." He said. She nodded again.
" Okay." Van started to bite into his left thumb nail, his mind racing to come up with something else to say to her, anything else because he wasn't ready to leave her yet. And...he wanted to kiss her.
" We can walk since it's not to far from here. I mean, we could drive, I could take my dad's car but the walk will be nice, you know?" He asked, dropping his hand down.
" Yeah, that will be nice." Avalon said.
" So you want too? Go? Or walk? Or both? Like I said, we can drive but the weather will be cool and shit and..." He was rambling, he knew but he couldn't seem to stop himself. And he would have kept going if she hadn't giggled and reached out for him. She took a hold of his shirt, pulled him into her and stepped up to gently press her lips against his.
" I want to go and I wouldn't mind walking." She whispered a few seconds later.
" You sure?" Van whispered, keeping his eyes shut. She kissed against his bottom lip before she slipped away him. Van opened his eyes to see her smiling still.
" Pick me up at eight. Goodnight." Avalon said.
" Goodnight." Van answered.
Van was on cloud nine when he got back home. Nothing could spoil his mood and nothing did. Not even when he had to set up the paints for his dad. It stayed high when he painted the soldiers Chad asked him too and passed him the paints the other man needed. He kept his smile when he got ready for bed and even when he had to lay with his dad for a while.
And he stayed excited when he peered through his telescope at the new girl across the lake.
' Nothing creepy.' He told himself. ' If she starts to undress, I'll look away.'
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The next day moved slow for Van. He tried to busy himself with cleaning up the house and washing clothes but every hour, he was looking at the clock. He washed the car. He painted with Chad, he went down to the docks and through out a few lines. He fished, he swam, then finally it was six in the evening. He made dinner then jumped in the shower. He was out of his house by seven thirty.
This time, Van had chosen to wear a white wife beater tank top, a pair of dark blue, baggy cargo pants and a blue, long sleeve shirt that he had tied around his waist, in case she got cold. He jogged almost the whole way to her house, feeling excited to see her. He had watched her house a few times during the day but hadn't been much movement. He wanted to see her, couldn't wait to see her, and now it was finally time.
" Hey you." Avalon said as she slipped from the house. She looked great and Van was smiling. She had taken his advice and was wearing her grey converse shoes with no socks, a pair of short jean shorts and a long sleeve, green shirt. She had taken her hair and twisted it into two buns against the back of her head with strands hanging down. A few were in front of her ears and her forehead. He couldn't help but notice her shoes, they matched him and that amused him.
" You ready?" Van asked.
" Yeah, let's go." Avalon slipped her arm around his and they started walking, ready to begin their night.
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Van's head bobbed as the hard music washed over them. He was half watching the band and half watching her. The bar was hot inside and smelled like sweat, pot and sex but Avalon didn't seem to mind, unlike Julie. She hated the music here, hated the bar and also refused to come with him when he wanted to see a show. Avalon swayed with the music and clapped when the crowd clapped. He couldn't tell if she liked the music or not, she smiled up at him a few times, letting him know she was at least enjoying her time with him.
" You wanna go outside?" Van yelled down to her after a few songs. She smiled and nodded. " Come on!"
He took her hand without trying to think about what he was doing, and started leading them towards the door. She touched his hand with her free on and pulled herself into their arms so she was against him. Van looked back at her then straight ahead of him again. A small smile played over his lips. She had had her eyes close so that meant she was completely trusting Van to lead her to safety and that had his chest swell up with pride.
" So do you like it or is it not your kind of music?" Van asked the second the quiet night air washed over them.
" I liked it." Avalon said. " I like heavy music."
She came up to his side but didn't let go of his hand. Van continued walking, taking them from the front of the bar to the crowded parking lot. Usually, in that crowd, Van would have jumped in the middle and started thrashing around with the group in the moss pit but he hadn't want to leave Avalon, which was a surprised. If Julie had been there, he wouldn't have thought twice about her. He would have took off, slamming his body into others.
" So do you smoke pot at all?" Van asked carefully. She hadn't smoked or asked for a hit of his cigarettes so he wasn't sure how she felt about smoking weed and didn't want to piss her off. But if she smoked pot, he had brought a joint that he wouldn't mind sharing with her.
" I do, when it's around. I won't buy it but I don't mind smoking it. Why? Do you have some?" She asked. Van nodded and reached into his pocket as they reached the first row of cars. He let go of her hand to fish out his lighter as his other hand produced the joint.
" Do you want to smoke now?" He asked.
" Yeah, I won't mind." Julie never smoked and used to get mad at Van for it. Julie acted like Van was a drug addict and that had always pissed him off. It's not like he was high all the time.
Van leaned against one of the cars while she stood in front of him, waiting for him to light up. He met her eyes briefly before he dropped them to his work. With the joint between his lips, he lowered his head down to set the joint aflame. He inhaled quickly, pulling the slight burn down his throat and into his lungs. He looked at her again as he took the joint out and passed it over to her.
Her pretty lips drew his eyes at once. The joint slipped between the pale pink softness making one of Van's eyes twitch. He remembered quickly how those lips felt against his and he wanted to feel them again, longer this time. The first time had only lasted a few seconds but had stayed with him as one of the best first kisses he had ever had. As she took her inhale, Van started to struggle with himself. Should he wait for her to make another more or should he just do it? She had already kissed him once so would she mind if they did it again?
Avalon didn't give him a change to make up his mind. She took the joint out, handed it over to him then stepped into his space. She placed her hands on his shoulder and before he knew it, they were kissing again. There was the soft brushing of their lips at first before she opened for him and he took control. They tilted their heads and his tongue made the move into her mouth.
Slowly and deeply they began to make out. Van held the joint in his right hand while his left hand went to her waist. He guided her into his body more until she was spreading her legs so he could stand between them, and pressing into him. Her hands moved from his shoulders to his neck while their noses brushed against each other. She sighed and gave a little moan as their tongues rubbed against each other, curling and uncurling. They both pulled back, kissed lightly then open again for one another. He slide along the side of her, just inside her mouth. She twisted herself around him, feeling his heart slamming against her chest. Van leaned back against the car behind him, pulling her with him.
" Van!" They both heard and chose to ignore. Van tossed the joint to the side so he could take a hold of her hip and pull her even closer. He felt his breath increase as blood rushed through his body. Her taste floored him. He tossed the joint to the side and let his hand travel to her neck. He tilted her head to give himself deeper access to her mouth. " Van!" He groaned when she pulled away. His eyes sprung open and he looked to his left to see who was interrupting him in one of the hottest make out sessions he had had in a long time.
" Holy shit." Van said, seeing his old friends Jason and Flip. He looked back at Avalon with a grin. "Come and meet my friends." She stepped back to let him stand up straight. As he started towards the two guys, he reached behind him and was thankful when she latched onto his outstretched hand. She squeezed him as she followed behind him, holding the bend of his arm with her other hand. She seem to like to touch him and Van liked that. " When did you two get back?"
" Just now. Who do you got there?" Jason asked, looking behind his friend. Van looked back at Avalon and pulled his arm forward to bring her to his side.
" This is Avalon. These are two of my friends, Jason and Flip." He said.
" Hi." Avalon said.
" Hey. How's a guy like this hook a girl like you?" Jason asked in his easy way. He never had a hard time talking to girls. Avalon smiled and started to rub her cheek against Van's shoulder.
" Let's get out of here." Flip said, looking pass his friend to the cop car that pulled into the parking lot.
" We walked." Van said.
" That's cool. You can take my bike, I'll ride with Jason. You remember how to handle it?" Flip asked.
" Yeah, of course." Van looked over at Avalon, unsure of how she would feel about being on a bike. "You okay with that?" He asked.
" Yeah. I have never been on a bike so this will be fun." She said with a smile. Van let go of her hand and untied the shirt he had brought.
" You should put this on. The wind will make you cold." He said, handing it over as his friends busied themselves with Jason's bike.
" Thanks." She said. Van watched and tried not to smile as she slipped her arms into the sleeves then thrust her head into the shirt. While she settled it against her body, he couldn't help but think how good she looked in his clothes.
" You ready?" He asked.
" Yep." She said.
" Take the lead, Van." Jason called out.
Van climbed onto the bike and kicked out of the kick stand, making sure he balanced the bike between his legs. Avalon climbed on behind him, moved into his back and wrapped her arms around his waist. Van started up the bike and grinned as her laughter reached him over the roar. Seconds later, they were pulling out of the parking lot and she was squeezing him even tighter. He sped down the road with Avalon tucked up tight into his back and a grin of his face.
To his surprise, Van drove them to his old house. He hadn't really been thinking too hard about where he would go and hadn't thought he wanted her to know about the house but there he was, pulling up the long driveway of the empty house. He slowed the bike down until he was walking it straight up to the door. Avalon was still curled up into his back with her head turned and her cheek resting against him. She stayed that way until he completely stopped the bike. She pulled away to let him sit up then turn the bike off. As his friends pulled up beside them, Van glanced back at her.
" Was that okay? Are you okay?" Van asked.
" Yeah. That was so much fun!" She explained with a grin. Van chuckled as he dismounted the bike. He took her hand and helped her slip off the bike. " Where are we?" Van looked up at the dark house.
" This used to be my house." He answered before he started towards the door.