"From the heart comes a warning filled with bloody good cheer. Remember what happens as the fourteenth draws near…" reads a shaken mayor in this movie we're watching. I believe it's called, My Bloody Valentine. Punk chose it considering its' theme could relate to the holiday – Valentine's Day. He's quite the romantic…and has an aberrant love for the horror genre, lovely.
So yeah, here we are bunched up the Brooks' household, winding down in the living room. It's nearing one in the AM here and there's no supervision whatsoever…Dad Brooks doesn't count and Twiggy is out. We could get away with an orgy if we wanted to! If Pops ever got wind of this, there'd be caps in people's asses, but what Daddy doesn't know: won't kill him.
"T, let's go outside for fresh air and a smoke, the kids will be alright," whispers Elle to her outstretched boyfriend who simply nods.
They sneak out into the front yard, leaving Micks and my main man, Wesley, cuddling on the loveseat while little Valentine-less me takes comfort in the blanket I brought. More of my belongings are thrown somewhere in Micks's room as I convinced my dad with the pretense of a sleepover. Punk is on the other end of the couch, fully engrossed. He didn't bother to dress up; he added his prescription glasses for a sophisticated look though.
The movies climbs up the gore-o-meter where the serial killer dressed in miner-wear slices a blonde's face in half with a shovel, both my best friend and a jump especially given the real life special effect coming from the upstairs.
"Fucking Jesus…" I breathe, clutching my chest, "somebody get a fucking broom and hush those motherfuckers up," I mutter. Somewhere upstairs, Mike and his recent conquest are playing tonsil hockey or at least were 'cus by the sounds of it…yeah.
"Somebody's acting up out of fear…" says Punk under his breath.
Smacking his thigh, "That shit just got me."
He winces and rubs his thigh, "I'm caught between thinking you like touching on me or it's just that you have a sadistic guilty pleasure," he smirks, "I like to think it's the latter."
Gasping, "You're…ugh!"
Wesley chucks and handful of popcorn and Micks turns up the volume. For someone who was deathly afraid of the movie, she seems pretty entertained.
Punk pulls me into him and whispers, "I heard around town that you got yourself a nice set of hands…" I gasp horrified. What have they been implicating? He chuckles, "Not like that, nasty. You brawled it out with two of those tryhard freshmen girls, Luz and Ana?" I sigh, relieved, and nod, "I like a girl who can handle herself…" I mentally thank Wes for his idea to cut the lights: I'm blushing hardcore.
The couple on the loveseat groan, "Shakespeare, save your verses for later," says Wesley.
Trail mix scatters their way, "Fuck you guys!" shouts Punk and he leans into my ear, "Let's take a walk. C'mon."
"Estas loco, it's late as hell. We could get mugged out there," whisper back. Truth be told, our side of Lockport is ridden with lowlifes – dangerous ones.
"Have you seen me in the ring, missy? I kick ass, sweetheart. I've got you covered on all sides, c'mon," he ups and yanks me out of my seat. As he drags me towards the door, he hands me his sweater, "Don't want ya' getting sick and shit."
Denying it, "You'll need it more than me, tough guy."
Outside, the crisp air hits us fairly hard, being February and all. Slush covers our shoes and everywhere as we step onto the sidewalk. Muffled laughter floats by as drunks litter porches; they notice us and begin to cat call me. Punk flips them off and puts arm around me. Pair of hookers eye him wistfully as we cross the street at a corner. I don't really slander their lives, everybody needs money and rakes it in any way they can.
"Why are we out here?" I actually don't mind but there must be a motive. Besides, Punk's still my crush which is really sad. People have told me he's caught on but others say that he's oblivious since he's so wrapped up in his wrestling gig.
He looks down at me, "Just want to spend some time with my favorite little artiste, too much to ask?" Favorite? I almost die.
Shaking my head incessantly, "Um…no, not really, I wasn't all that…yeah, I don't…don't mind," yeah, I could kick myself right about now.
"You stutter when you're nervous," he muses, "It's cute."
Downcasting, "Thanks?"
We've neared a bench near the park, he sits me down, "I have a reason to bring you out here, so bear with me," I nod confused, "You know me, I don't reel in chicks with a snap of my finger or even try. I don't really chase 'cus it's really all just a game, but I've been itching to tell you…I like you," my eyes widen. Is he…? "Not in a platonic way, I mean yeah but in that you-make-my-days-brighter type of way. Beat me with a stick 'cus it's cheesy as shit but…I like you. Everything. Maybe this is too fast, too early, too much. Hell, we've only know each other for months. Maybe its taboo, you being fifteen and me seventeen – hell, I think I'm too old for y-"
As if a force of nature took possession of every fiber of my body, I clasp a hand over his mouth, stand on my tippy-toes, and kiss him. Not one of those sloppy, tongue ones but one that'll convey my mutual feelings. Ballsy, right?
When I let off, "It could work, I stutter and you ramble," we both share the same breathy laugh, "If it means anything, you could've said something simpler and I would've admitted the same…the thought was endearing."
Silence takes over the air, not even a tinge of awkward. We both just stare at each other feeling light and mighty. Maybe the world isn't rotating anymore because if seems like an eternity has passed by and the cold doesn't seep through anymore.
Phil opens his mouth to speak, "Soto, wake up. Soto…Soto…wake up!" I cock my head sideways throw out of loop.
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Hands rock me to and fro, giving me a bout of nausea. I regain consciousness with the sun blaring right at me. Fuck this curtainless shit! I mumble something along the lines of "stop" and "hungry" before rising and shining.
"Good God, you're up, finally," sighs Nance. My mind is still soggy though and all I want to do is slump over. Fucking dreams…, "Soto, you're wanted in Dr. Humpsteins's for another session," I snort, "Did you hear me? Get up and let's go!"
Slapping away her freezing hands, "Chill, dictator…" I groan and stretch out my sore bones before clumsily slipping off the mattress and following my escort to said doctor's office.
Once inside the quarter's, Nancy gracefully dismisses herself and Doc immediately corners me, attempting to devour my lips and face, and tries his luck with my left tit. The act sobers me and I push him away, "The fuck is wrong with you, trying to take advantage of your position?"
The doctor splutter taken off guard, "But…but you offered yourself, that preposterous!"
"And who knows about that other than me? Plus, I don't remember any offering…" realization, "Let go of me before I scream bloody murder, idiot," he shoves me into one of his patient chairs and towers over me like a vulture but my main focus is on regaining feeling in my wrists, "I'll tell you what, for the sake of your name, I'll keep shut if you agree to make my stay free – call it a humanitarian act or some bull," I look up at him who still leers at me, "You don't reduce me to a puddle of fear, honey."
"You cunt, manipulative bitch..." he spits, "Why should I, huh?"
"I just fucking told you!"
He bangs a fist on his desk, "Fine! Fine," he pounces on me, "If word of this gets out, I'll ruin you. You got that, ruin."
Chuckling devoid of humor, "What you gonna do, honey?" I just continue to smile up at his face, "Baby, life has fucked me so much, ruined is a notch above my height," with that, I saunter out like a motherfucking G but don't get the chance to rejoice as Chuck pops my bubble with his presence, "You really are a joykill."
"I guess your happiness doesn't concern me; I'm just here to escort you back."
"Whoopee…lead the way!" I shout un-enthusiastically.
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"Phillip, why don't we head on back; we're bound to turn into icicles," I say tugging his rough and scarred hand.
"If I didn't like you as much as my brain thinks I do, you'd be one dead chick," he replies and I laugh, "No joke there…"
Releasing his hand, "You just killed the moment," as much as I try to be serious…I can't.
"I just have one question for ya'," I nod, "Why'd you wait 'till now?"
Tapping my chin, "I'm more accustomed to the old-fashioned ways where the girl just sighs and acts dopey as fuck until her dream guy get an epiphany and confesses his undying love for and they walk into a meadow full of green into the sunset."
He puts a finger under my chin and lifts up so he can see my coy expression, "You're one hell of a dork, a cute one," he kisses me and before I get too winded, leads me back to his house.
"I didn't take you for a romantic, all of this so you could get yourself a kiss…"
"I have many undiscovered but charming qualities, sweetheart."
Facepalming, I shake my head. Why would I have wanted to bury this in a sink hole? I'll probably keep reading and discover a novella-worthy romance.
A/N- So, the first part was a dream, yeah? And the last pit was an excerpt from her notebook/journal/diary thing. Thanks for the read and I'll be looking forward to your thoughts!