South Versus West, chapter 3
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NOTE- I DON'T OWN HART OF DIXIE! IF I DID, ZOEY AND WADE WOULD BE MARRIED BY NOW!
The cool early morning air was now beginning take effect, calming me down, and making every breath I took sharper, more energizing. The truck stopped, and I realized with a start that we were here. Actually here! I was still in a bit of a stupor, considering that Uncle Wade had agreed to let me stay, even going as far to say that I didn't have to help pay rent. He shook my shoulder gently. Irritated with not getting a response, he snapped his fingers under my nose.
"Sleeping Beauty! Wake up! I ain't gonna kiss you to get out of the truck," he laughed in a scornful tone. I stuck out my tongue, slightly annoyed and slightly comforted by his childish demeanor. He slammed his car door and went to open mine, but I beat him to it. I hopped down, and gave him a small smile.
"I ain't made of glass, Uncle Wade. I'm a big girl," I joked, pushing his shoulder lightly. He chuckled, putting his arm gently around my shoulder.
"Be that as it might, I'm a southern gentleman. I have show a little bit of class," he replied, all too innocently. I smirked, taking the opportunity to manipulate those words.
"You? A gentleman? Did a certain Zoey Hart put that into your mind? She must be somethin' different if she's got even you convinced to be somethin' you most definitely aren't," I replied, smirking at his red cheeks. The new goal while I was here in Bluebell, after stabilizing myself, of course, was to get him and that snob to go out on a date. That was it.
"Why are you bringin' Doc into this? She nearly ran you over, and now you're tryin' to make her the subject of every sentence. I think she's the one that brainwashed you," he countered, leading me towards his little abode. I shrugged, even though my cheeks were on fire.
His living room was kind of messy, but what could I expect? The guy was a bachelor, and working at a bar. He was enjoying the high life! I felt an enormous amount of guilt fall on my shoulders like a hurricane might the sea. Beer cans littered the floor, and dirty clothes were strewn across the room as if a tornado had just passed through. I didn't say nothin' 'bout it because I knew he'd be all noble and stuff, and deny it. I sat in a plush leather arm chair.
He stood in front of me, studying the damage she had caused. He touched my eyebrow gently and I winced as his hand gently caressed the purple bump. He looked at my cheek, which was in the same condition as my eye. He looked at me expectantly and nudged his head backward a little. I sat there, silently, but stubbornly refusing.
He breathed out a really over exaggerated sigh. "Kali. Take off your shirt, and your sweatshirt," he commanded, being overly patient. I shook my head, embarrassed and actually kind of scared to see what the gash looked like after being under a bunch of paper towels for a week and a half. Despite being his sometimes clueless self, he caught on to my cherry red cheeks. He rolled his eyes.
"Oh, for God's sake, Kali! I've seen you butt naked in the sink at least 20 times, and even forced to wash you, so take off the damn shirts already," he growled, running a hand through his hair. I hesitated before sighing in defeat, and complied to his demands. My bra straps were just about falling off my shoulders, due to the sagginess of my shoulders at that moment. He smirked.
"That wasn't so hard, now was it? But I've gotta admit- you definitely have some serious stuff goin' on upstairs," he commented smugly and then nonchalantly. I face-palmed, cheeks going to a fire red instead of a cherry red.
"Seriously, Uncle Wade? You're checkin' out your own niece's cleavage? What the hell is wrong with you?" I demanded, cheeks from fire red to blood red. I don't think there was any more level of red that my cheeks could go about that time. He chuckled again.
"It's fun seeing you get all flustered," he teased, flicking my head. I crossed my arms across my chest and pouted. "Turn." I did. His expression turned stony, but kind of amused at the same time. "Duct tape?" he asked incredulously.
"Duct tape fixes everything," I protested. It had fixed my bike tire, it could at least hold the paper towels in place. I yelped as he pulled it off all at once. I winced as I rubbed where my skin once was and was now on the duct tape.
"Duct tape and skin don't mix, Kali. I thought a big girl would've known that by now," he gloated. I glared at him.
"Are you oozin' for a bruisin', dude?" I snapped. He chuckled yet again. Chuckling seemed to be his trademark, apparently. He slid the paper towel off, stared at it for an excruciatingly long moment and face-palmed.
"Why the hell didn't you mention this in the car?" he demanded. I shrugged.
"It didn't seem important at the," I yawned, and stretched my arms up, enjoying the tightness, "Time." He sighed irritably.
"Well, I don't know anythin' 'bout cuts and shit, so I think we better call Zoey," he suggested, even though it was more like an order. I shook my head, refusing. I may have wanted them to get together, but not while she was around me! She was more annoying than kids throwin' rocks into a fan. It was even more annoying when you had to come and fix it, aka face it instead of putting your head under your pillow.
"No. I know you an' her have sexual tensions an' all that shit, but I ain't about to get lectured AGAIN by a know-it-all who really doesn't know it all," I denied. He glared at me.
"We do NOT have sexual tension, thank you very much. I don't really like her either, but she knows what she's doin'," he argued. I puffed out my chest, feeling bolder.
"No."
"Too late," he countered smugly, closing his cell phone. We waited for a couple seconds before a chime came from the cell. He scowled down at the phone as I struggled to contain my laughter. He stalked over to his guitar, picked up a cord and connected it to his amplifier. At the window, we could see a house turn off its lights.
"DAMN IT, WADE!" I laughed, gleeful that Zoey was pissed off and wouldn't be coming over here because she'd be too busy moping over no electricity. Wait, the door just opened at her place. A figure was striding quickly towards our own house. Was she…?
"You suck," I grumbled, plopping back down onto the leather chair. He laughed.
"Never underestimate the mastermind of a Kinsella, Kalisandra," he said smugly as the door burst open.
"Seriously, Wade? I was listening to the radio! What the hell did you need me for?" she snarled, practically stomping holes into the floor.
"We don't need you for anythin'. Good night, or mornin' or whatever the hell it is," I grumbled. She looked even more pissed off now that Uncle Wade had called her over for nothin'.
"Yes, we do. Stop bein' so goddamn difficult! Look, Doc, I know zilch about cuts and things of that kind, so could you oh so kindly take a look at Kali's back? I don't know what to make of it. Then you can go back to your precious Bruno Neptune, or whatever," he promised slowly. She glared at him.
"It's Bruno Mars, thank you very much. And I'll see what I can do," she sighed, as if this were a huge burden for her. I clenched my fists and glared at Uncle Wade, but he purposefully avoided my gaze. I sighed and turned for her to see the cut. She went quiet.
"Wade, back in my house is a brown bottle under the sink and a first aid kit. Go get it," she commanded authoritatively. She obviously liked to take charge. Uncle Wade didn't need to be told twice. He returned with both said items in hand and set them down. She poured the brown stuff onto a cotton ball and pounded it on to my cut.
"OW! Watch it, would ya?" I griped loudly, partly wanting to annoy and partly because it hurt like a bitch. Mostly the first one.
"Do you want the infection to spread, or no?" she retorted, pounding it yet again. I groaned. I had a feeling I wouldn't be sleeping on my back tonight.
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