3.05
Lachesis and Clotho reflected on hatred
Which, lives of both Rory and Jess, had degraded.
"Our plan should now foster a steady friendship.
But trend to much more it must skillfully nip."
So Clotho, a recipe, pondered and planned,
For comfort, endurance, stability and
Dependable nature derived from brown fibre.
She asked of Atropos to colours provide her:
"An Ochre of Yellow from Roussillon's cliffs,
The darkest Sienna, from man's early glyphs,
And also please bring me a jar of Ecru,
And Umber, the raw one. I'll need that one too."
As Clotho had bade her, Atropos then searched
And found on the shelf those colours, there, perched.
She frowned at the ochre and chose instead redder
Because it seemed vibrant—to her, just seemed better.
Red Ochre unnoticed, the jars were supplied
Which Clotho, their contents, to fibres applied
Which, fixed by Lachesis, dressed teens down below.
The Fates then watched on, to witness the show.
From Shane's parents' house now Jess was retreating,
Since, Shane's parents, Jess was not up for meeting.
The two would return any minute from work.
And their presence barred all fun, any perk.
He'd hoped that his stay would end up in kissing
Since Shane's silky tongue was Jess lately missing.
But Shane had a show she'd wanted to watch
So those of his plans she simply did botch.
While Shane had been watching some talk show TV
Then Jess chanced to find a good remedy:
For curing the boredom that such broadcast brought,
He picked up a book that Shane's dad had bought.
The book he had taken along when he'd left,
Since Shane had suggested the book's petty theft,
And, as Jess was moving along down the street,
The book was bumped into, a shoulder did meet.
As asteroids could, in manner so morbid,
Change, by their collision, a once-standard orbit,
The bumping of Rory, as passed she by Jess,
Spun torso around and changed his progress.
And suddenly Jess, this girl, did pursue,
While bidding, at once, his own path adieu,
And turning instead along Primrose Lane,
As though this new action were not quite insane.
The girl just sped up, as miles she was racking,
While dripping and proving of tow'ls she was lacking.
But Jess did persist. He strode alongside.
Tenacious black thread had been skillfully plied.
And, after a bid, his questions did learn
The meaning for manner that Rory did earn.
Seemed cause that was marring her face with a frown
Was, somewhere out there, a lawn would soon drown.
He knew right away the address she sought
So sped he ahead, to that fateful lot.
(Since town was more tedious than Jess could take,
Minutia like that was quite hard to shake.)
Though Rory assured him she didn't him ask,
Jess tucked book away and set to the task.
He ran through the sprinkling and got rather wet.
At solving the problem good Jess was dead set.
With ease, did he find the spigot's location
And gave it a press and a proper rotation.
He stepped in a puddle and sank in quite deep
'Til, into his shoes, cold water did seep.
And then that was that, to Rory's new joy.
The girl did then stare at wet, winsome boy
And marvelled at how his manner stayed breezy.
She staggered at him, "You made it look easy!"
Then lightly he spoke, technique to explain
And tried she to focus through fog on her brain.
A shyness was set in his steamy eyes
That spoke of a gentleness 'neath a disguise.
His hair 'cross his brow now soggily drooped.
So, from her ribcage, her heart nearly swooped.
She trailed lovely droplets as they set to drip
Along his fine cheekbone to one sultry lip.
His sweater now clung in all the right places
And issued to her the sexiest traces.
(And even the Fates took pause to observe
His every muscle and every curve.)
And Jess's heart fluttered when saw he her face.
Despite his intentions, its beat ran a race.
'Twas something about her that, spite, did eclipse.
The glint in her eye? Sweet smile on her lips?
Lachesis did nod to approve this allaying
His brief little act did halt their decaying.
His plan to keep distance dissolved in a whim.
What was it about her that did this to him?
Then Jess sent out starters for thoughtful discussions.
And, at his soft words, she felt repercussions.
Her heart pounded feelings, that longed to burst through.
Her weakened knees puddled down into her shoe.
An eyebrow did Clotho discretely then quirk.
Lachesis then nodded. A thread did she jerk.
Seemed that was enough. They mustn't have more
Than just camaraderie's glint to restore.
So, as an alarm clock could hinder one's sleep,
Her pager began to evilly beep.
The dream of this moment she hated to lose
But pagers had buttons yet none labelled "Snooze".
Jess asked who it was but he thought he knew.
That boyfriend of hers was long overdue.
The end to this story he set out to edit.
He turned on the spigot so Dean could take credit.
Then ere the boy left, he gave her a look.
The girl's very core and foundation it shook.
She watched him then go, as, to the sunset,
A gallant cowboy would course, once done, set.
She'd forgotten how Jess could rather be nice
Since Shane had appeared and made her think twice.
She thought to herself, as filled she with doubt,
"Remind me again why I'm freezing him out."
Now Jess had gone off and she was alone.
Soon Dean would be there. She stifled a groan.
She had no desire to puff up Dean's pride.
Her only desire: to run home and hide.
Now Jess's admission had taught her the trick:
To press first then turn and it worked real slick.
She shut off the valve—and all on her own!
She sent Dean a page that she had gone home.
As Jess walked away he garnered some stares
(And from the suspicious he gathered true glares.)
He wrung out his shirt; a biddy then squawked.
So he went away. Shoes squished as he walked.
He knew what the Townies erroneously thought
Since trusted 'round here Jess surely was not.
No doubt they had pictured a fountain defaced
Or some fire hydrant removed and misplaced.
But though he was now the talk of the town,
With rumours so viral, by rights he should frown,
Jess added a bounce to augment his pace
And subtlest smile upon his pleased face.
He'd found pretty damsel, while in her distress,
And help with the problem had fallen to Jess.
He saw how his prowess had gratefully pleased her
And saw how his glances had royally seized her.
Attraction she felt. She couldn't deny it.
Though Rory may try, he just wouldn't buy it.
But then the good smile did ebb from his face.
It wasn't as though he'd won the last race.
So what? Had he thought his little assistance
Would put between her and her boyfriend more distance?
He'd thought that before and look where it got him:
An illicit kiss—no more!—it had brought him.
That girl was a Siren! Her wiles could be cunning!
So little it took before he'd come a-running
To offer his help. Now he was all wet!
How much of a chump could he, for her, get?
Jess rolled his dark eyes to put her behind him.
Once given some time, she'll cease to rewind him.
And Shane wasn't bad. From Rory, he turned
And tried to not notice his heart, for her, yearned.
Seemed anything more, his patience, would test.
So maybe a friendship would be for the best
Since maybe a friendship would be all he got
And that, he decided, was better than not.
As he, at the diner, ascended the stairs
And sought out his closet to put on some spares,
A thought in his favour quenched some of his thirst:
Though Dean would help soon, he'd gotten there first.
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