| Follow That Dream; James/OFC Lars/OFC 50's AU Comedy/Romance/Smut | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 4 2011, 10:11 PM (4,386 Views) | |
| Lilith | Oct 4 2011, 10:11 PM Post #1 |
Jaimelicious
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Hi, Gilrz!  For quite sometime I've been wanting to write a Grease-like story, inspired by the rockabilly look of James during Reload, and all the boys in the Garage Inc. Era too (but in baby-them  ). Spoiler: click to toggle Also James passion for races, vintage cars and hot rods.  I always thought James would make such a lovely Danny Sucko.  So, well, this story is an homage to, Metallica, of course, Elvis and the first rebels of the music, Grease, Back to the Future, Cry Baby, American Graffiti, and all those teen movies with 50's theme, but Metallica flavored.Anyway, it's gonna be a short one, I hope you enjoy! P.S. I used a lot of songs in the story, I'm posting links to listen to them if you feel like. *** FOLLOW THAT DREAM aka: Garage Days Part I: All Shook Up Mr. Sandman bring us a dream Give him a pair of eyes with a 'come-hither' gleam Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci And lots of wavy hair like Liberace —Mr. Sandman / The Chordettes Have you ever found yourself in one of those situations that even when things can't go more wrong, you still find a way to make it worse? Well, I have. It was the summer of 1957, and I was in real-deep-trouble. My parents had gone away on vacation to Europe for a month, leaving me and my younger sister —Nancy— to be guarded at home by my grandma. And I was so damn pissed at them. The only thing that could make my life livable had been taken away from me so cruelly. They had no heart! Elvis was finally coming to Stockton, the town next by, and they didn't let me go because a decent girl had no place going to watch that outrageous boy who played that 'ghetto music'. What did they know about what Rock & Roll meant to me? Guess it didn't help my case I was also grounded for failing Algebra. Stupid Maths! Yes, adding to my sorrows, I had to go to summer school to be able to graduate from High School. Still, even when I was sinking in a pool of misery, my heart hadn't given up hope. I swore to myself I was gonna find a way to see my idol live for the first time, someway, somehow. Unexpectedly life seemed to smile at my sister and me when grandma —supposed to arrive our home a day after our parents left— stepped over one of her cats and broke a leg, so she couldn't travel to stay with us. Don't take me wrong, of course I was sorry for poor Nana, but it also meant we were free. To our fortune, when this news reached my parents they were already on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, and of course they weren't coming back for us. Oh, brother! It was the very first time I was grateful for summer school, because they couldn't send me to Sacramento with Nana instead. And they rather leave my little sister to keep an eye on me, instead of leaving me home alone. They weren't happy at all, many, many times I had to promise we'd stay out of trouble. Little they knew... Anyway, to me it was a sign. I could feel in my heart I was given the chance to try and fulfill my beloved dream. How? That was the question. Our first morning alone at home was the prelude of our adventures. For the first time our Rock & Roll music was heard top volume all over the house and not discreetly in the privacy of our rooms. Rock Around The Clock filled the air while Nancy and I danced and sang all over the hall in our pajamas pretending to be a band, using a hairbrushes as mics, rackets for guitars and beaters as saxophones. No more hiding for me to practice Ray Charles and Jerry Lee Lewis. Roll over Beethoven!, bye-bye Mozart and Bach, I made our piano burn with the beat of Great Balls Of Fire. Fueled with our new sense of freedom I began to scheme a plan to get to Elvis concert. There was this boy I met at Coleman's —the music & records store downtown— named Dave, who told me Zach —the store's clerk— had Elvis tickets on resale. I think now it's the time to introduce Dave, one of the most handsome boys I've ever met. He is what it's commonly known as a greaser, you know the kind: lots of hair, tight T-shirt, blue jeans and black leather jacket, behind the wheel of a hot rod. Got to admit I've always had a weak spot for bad boys. The 'White-Sport-Coat-And-Pink-Carnation' square kind of guys were not for me. Unfortunately, that was just the kind of boys that surrounded me because of our social status. But Dave... with that gorgeous red hair curling on his brow, his perfect James Dean's little mouth and twisted smirk. He was a teen girl's dream and a parents' nightmare. And he was the first of his kind I had ever met. There was no doubt I felt attracted to him, to the point to even let him drive me home a few times. Still, something inside of me made me try and keep a distance. There was something really wild in him and I had been warned he was a real juvenile delinquent, not just a poser. I had no proof whatsoever to determine if that was true or not, but I was too afraid of getting so close to the flame, that I could actually get burned. Anyway, back to the concert tickets. Dave advised me to be very discreet in asking Zack for them, since Mr. Coleman, the store's owner, wasn't aware of his business on the side. I just prayed he hadn't sold them out. Still, first I had to have Nancy on my side, which was a tricky business. On one hand, if there was someone who understood my passionate love for Elvis was her. She also loved him, but you know how little sisters can be some times... a damn pain on the back. Rock & Roll was probably the only thing we had in common. She was the earth bounded and smart, who never got into trouble and always had good grades. Me? The romantic daydreamer that always got distracted in class and had to be dragged around to fulfill my duties. I was into music and arts, she into outdoor activities and sports. While I loved to spend hours dressing up and thinking about boys, she hated skirts and girly clothes. I didn't think she even liked boys yet. Dad didn't let us wear make up until we were 18, so she still couldn't wear it, but I really doubted she even cared about that. Honestly, her mind was a little mystery to me. “Nancy!” I called knocking at her door. “Come in!” she whinged in reply. I stepped in to find her doing sit-ups on the floor. “A thousand sixty three... a thousand sixty four...” Sitting on her bed I wondered how to let her know my reason to be there, “Uh, so, you know how our parents are gone and all, right?” “A thousand sixty five...” she stopped, shooting an inquiring look at me, trying even her breath. “Let's go to Elvis' concert,” I just blurted out. “All the way to Stockton?” she asked in surprise. “We can take a bus, a guy I know told me where I can still find tickets for the venue... no one will have to know...” I tried to convince her. She weighed my idea while she cleaned her forehead with a towel, “Jesus, Bonnie! We? We traveling alone?” she argued back, but a mischievous smile began to form on her lips and I knew I had her on my side. “You know I'll die if I don't go!” I begged. “Of course I'll go with you, silly!” she exclaimed excited. Pft! This was easy! I was sighing with relief when she unexpectedly jumped to hug me, “It's now or never!” she shrieked in my ear. And, you know, now this was strange. She was never nor in such a good mood, nor so affectionate, ever. After a few awkward seconds, she let go of me with a glowing smile. “There's no price for a dream!” And there I was, thinking she didn't care about Elvis as much as I did. I was so proud! Letting myself fall on the bed with a big smile, I couldn't wait until tomorrow to go by the records store and find out if it was true Zack still had concert tickets. Nancy had resumed her position on the floor and began to exercise again. My sister's puffs brought me back to reality. “Why are you working out so hard, huh?” I rolled on bed, resting on one elbow. She really seemed to be brimming over with energy. “The sign-ups for the Summer Tournament open tomorrow in the Country Club.” So it was a sweet deal to her we could stay home. “I completely forgot it begins this weekend!” “Yeah!” “Then I'll let you concentrate.” She nodded back, counting a low voice as I left her room. Alone in my own bedroom I dug out my secret craft from under my bed. When I knew Elvis was coming I decided to make a present for him. In the past two weeks I had been knitting a piano scarf for him, every night. Working slowly and patiently into waving the keys' pattern across the length. I was still half way through, but I had improved my rhythm with practice and was confident I could finish on time. It meant so much for me, for piano is what Elvis and I had in common. At night, laying in the darkness, I would dream awake, imagining I'd give my present to Elvis. Picturing him putting it around his neck smiling at me... and hugging me... and then kissing me... and then... I'd sigh. Just to see him in real life would make a difference in my life. Next day I was up earlier than usual, like a kid on Christmas morning, eager to find his presents under the tree. It was s sunny summer day and I decided to wear a sleeveless white shirt with a pink poodle skirt and a matching scarf around my neck. White socks and saddle shoes. I did my hair in a high ponytail, completing my look with white dents gloves and a dice purse. After school, I ran to Coleman's, praying to find concert tickets for Saturday's night. The shop's window displayed a poster of Chuck Berry's new single, Rock and Roll, at 50 ¢. I made a mental note to put my greedy hands on that one, but Elvis was first. A little bell rang the moment I opened the door, and, boy! How I loved the smell inside —vinyl, paper, and lacquered wood— that was the scent of music to me. “Hi, Bonnie!” Zack greeted me behind the counter. “Can I help you?” “Heeeey, Zack!” My heart jumped with excitement, “I—” “Good Afternoon!” Mr. Coleman's voice came behind him. Darn! “Good Afternoon sir!” I replied trying to shoot a meaningful look at Zack, in hope he would follow me to a corner so I could ask him. It was very important the owner didn't notice. “Can we help you, dear?” the old man asked with a polite smile. “I—I just came to see what's new,” I stuttered, trying to make eye contact with Zack, who just didn't notice and disappeared behind the counter. Not knowing what to do I paced around the store, waiting for a chance to get Zack's attention. After securing my own copy of Chuck Berry's new record and checking out the sheet music section, I eventually gravitated towards the jukebox-singles at the end of the room. There I came with a plan, watching the boy emerge back across the room. I took the first vinyl at hand, and called him. “Zack! Can you help me please?” “Sure!” he replied, coming by my side. The moment he arrived I whispered to Zack, “Is it true you still have tickets for Elvis' concert?” He looked around nervously but nodded back. Oh, joy! I felt like dancing around the place. The boy must have read the excitement written on my face because he looked at me in horror, gesturing for me to calm down. “Can you put this record on so I decide if I want to buy it?” I asked loudly, trying to deceive his boss. “Earth Angel? Sure!” Zack replied, and winked at me, murmuring, “how many do you want?” My hand gestured 'two' under the table. He nodded, walking back behind the counter, bringing Marvin Berry's album to be played on the record player. Trying to control my emotions I waited for him. The sound of the turntable being turned on came through the speakers, then the dusty hiss of the needle touching the spinning record. At that moment the bell at the door announced a new visitor, making me turn that way out of instinct and my breath was taken away. As the first saxophone notes of Earth Angel filled the room, a vision came through the door. He was as fair as James Dean, as tall as Elvis and strode with that sexy sway of hips of Marlon Brando's. Earth Angel, Earth Angel Will you be mine? My darling dear Love you all the time I'm just a fool A fool in love with you The lyrics of the song echoed in my brain and I swallowed hard. My pulse raced as my sight traveled from his broad shoulders, down his slender waist wrapped in a tight black T-shirt, with rolled up sleeves, that showed his well formed biceps. I was unaware of the indiscreet way I was staring at him, until the vision removed his sun glasses, looking straight at me. My mouth went dry, his eyes were deeper and bluer than Paul Newman's! “Hey, James!” Zack greeted him, pulling me back to reality and I quickly looked away in shame, pretending to go through the records. James? I could feel red climbing up my neck and spreading to my face, desperately hoping I hadn't been too obvious. What's wrong with me? This had never happened to me before. At least not with boys in real life. “What's up, man?” his deep baritone voice replied. God, help me! Even his voice was gorgeous and I needed air. “You have to see the new Fender amps, buddy!” “Higher power output?” James asked excited. “20 watts!” A long whistle was the hottie's reply. “This boy ain't plugging a damn guitar into my brand new Fenders, you hear me? He's gonna blow'em up!” Mr. Coleman warned them. But James response was a melodic laugh that made me tingle all over. Is he a musician too? This was beginning to be too good to be truth. “By the way, is Lars coming today?” asked the old man. “We've had his new drumsticks for over a week now.” “We're supposed to meet here and go out for lunch before his shift starts.” He sighed looking at the Record-like clock on the wall. “Hope he doesn't keep me waiting long.” “If you keep eating out you'll never gather the dough to travel to New York, “ Mr. Coleman's scolded him. “It's just that we all cook like shit,” James replied. My mouth fell open, and I couldn't help to look his way. Did he just curse? I wasn't the only one surprised, the old man's frown made him quickly rephrase, “I mean, we cook very bad.” “Get a girlfriend, Hetfield!” Zack exclaimed, and the three of them laughed, laughs that ended up in these, you know, weird secretive chuckles, while I could feel their eyes on me. I flinched. Oh, brother! They noticed! Earth swallow me! “Come and help me sort out the RCA boxes over there,” the owner asked Zack, and both disappeared into the storing room. We were alone. Help! Out of the corner of my eye I saw him come my way and I found myself inadvertently smoothing my clothes, and running my shaking fingers through my bangs. Then I froze. What am I doing? Was I too obvious? Yes! My mind replied in panic. I quickly pulled the first record at hand and pretended to be very interested reading it's cover, when I heard his heavy steps over the wooden floor approaching me. Trying to even my breath I battled the impulse to look up at him. But he passed behind me, hands shoved in his pockets, his elbow almost touching me, to stop at the forbidden music corner of black music at my back. As I was standing there, feeling my feet nailed to the floor, Zack finally came back to me. “Liked the song, Bonnie?” You have no idea, I meant to say, but instead I just nodded. That boy's proximity was making me forget even the proper use of the English language. “Here,” Zack handed me the two tickets under the table and my gloved hands closed greedily on them. Almost with tears in my eyes I looked down at them, could such small pieces of yellow paper mean so much happiness to someone? “Put them away!” he uttered desperately under his breath, spoiling the magic moment. Then I quickly put them inside my dice purse. “Oh, Zack, I have no words to thank you, how much do I owe you?” I asked softly, smiling sweetly to him. “It's forty bucks, Bonnie,” Zack hissed. “Excuse me?” I blurted in a hushed, yet alarmed, tone. I couldn't believe Zack was trying to take advantage on me. “Twenty bucks each ticket, Dolly. I can't give them to you for less.” “B—but their original price were two dollars!” I snapped stubbornly, slightly rising my voice. At my back James clicked his tongue. “And they sold out in half an hour. You won't find them for less,” he argued. My parents had left us eighty dollars to live by this month and this was just the third day, how were we going to survive the rest of the month just with forty bucks left? Eating from bean cans? Zack took a nervous look around, then confronted me, “Look, want them or not? Decide before the old man comes back!” There's no price for a dream... I was so torn, those tickets were what I wanted most in the world, but it was insulting the way this boy was trying to profit from me. “Please, Zack, help me out here, forty dollars is a fortune!” “Come on, Bonnie! Don't snap your cap! Like if you didn't have the money for these and more.” “Well, no! You think my parents give me money and don't ask how I spent it? Huh?” “Shhh!” Zack tried to silence me, then hissed exasperatedly, “Want them or not?” Of course I wanted them, but he was very wrong if he thought I wasn't going to bargain. “I'll give you twenty,” I replied. This time James snorted a laugh. “What? No!” he hushed back. Suddenly I felt a presence right behind me and I shivered when James whispered right over my head, “Dude, don't be a dick.” I was shocked, but tried my best to articulate, “Y—yeah, Zack, don't be a... a what he just said,” I ended up stuttering, feeling my cheeks blush and my knees shake. Zack narrowed his eyes at James, then looked down at me, “Fine! Thirty, no less!” “Deal!” Quickly I took out the money from my purse and handed it to him under the table. It was a miracle I had that amount of money with me. “What's going on over there?” Mr. Coleman's voice made us turn in surprise. “Leave the pretty girl alone, you vultures.” “Yeah, you vulture,” I found myself blurting that out at Zack, making James explode with a cheerful laugh at my back. The clerk just shook his head back at me, and walked away. Gathering all the courage I had, I slowly turned around to face James with a grateful smile. But the moment our gazes met he just raised a brow in surprise grinning awkwardly. Then, clearing his throat, he just shrugged, waving good bye, and walked away, back to the blues' corner. Huh? The smile froze on my lips. Wait up, handsome boy! I'm not coming on to you, I mean I am, but I'm not, don't go away! I turned around feeling rejected and confused. Oh, brother! I made him run away, was my bitter realization. A sudden urge to leave the place assaulted me. Trying to disguise my distress with aloof dignity I composed myself, proceeding to checkout. “Is that all?” asked Mr. Coleman, taking the Chuck Berry's record from my hand. I nodded in response. That moment Zack appeared behind him, carrying Earth Angel's on his hand. “And what about this one?” he asked with an evil smirk. I looked at it, feeling weak, that song would remind me forever about that boy. Take it! A little voice told me and I complied. “Okay, I'll take it too.” What was another dollar more when I already had spent almost half of our money? "Someone loves the Berry cousins, around here!" the old man laughed. Suddenly James appeared right next to me. “Can I hear these?” he placed a pile of records over the counter. I took a quick glance, on top I read Evil by Howlin' Wolf. That was dark and very depressive blues. “You better be buying something, boy! You always come here to listen to my records but rarely buy!” Mr. Coleman told him off. I just looked at him from the corner of my eye, watching him lower his head and smile embarrassed. As the old man took the pile of records heading to the turntable, I noticed James turned around to face me, leaning an elbow on the counter. I could feel his eyes on me, but this time I was afraid to meet his glance again. “One dollar, please?” said Zack from behind the register. Handing the money to the clerk boy, I finally decided just to take a very quick and polite look at James, and as I did his face lightened with a sweet smile. “I can only buy one every week,” he humbly explained. I was at a loss of words, just nodded in agreement. “Here you go,” Zack handed me a paper bag with my purchase. “Thank you, Zack,” I tried to make peace with him. “For everything. Really.” Looking back at James I shrugged holding my bag, no longer having an excuse to stay there. With a courteous smile I waved at him, “See you later,” and out of nowhere I added," alligator.” And giggled stupidly, stepping back, heading to the door. Where did that come from? “After 'while, crocodile!” he replied, curling an eyebrow, his sweet smile transformed into a devastating sexy grin. My heart jolted. I don't think I could remember my name anymore. Tilting my head shyly, I shot him a stupid smile, and turned away to leave, stepping on a cloud. But then my face hit the door's glass with a clinging sound. Darn! It was closer than I thought. Rubbing my forehead in shame, I reached for the handle and rushed out the door without looking back, feeling myself drown in agonizing embarrassment. I was in such a hurry I didn't see the boy that was right in front of me, about to get inside. I crashed against his shoulder, jumping in surprise, almost dropping my records. It was so humiliating I didn't even looked at his face, just held the paper bag to my chest and fled the scene as fast as I could. *** TBC Edited by Lilith, Mar 15 2012, 01:03 PM.
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| larscriancinha | Oct 4 2011, 11:53 PM Post #2 |
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Ooh. I loved this! James sounds so sexy.  I'm hooked and can't wait to see if she'll bump into James again!
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| disposable_hero | Oct 5 2011, 04:37 AM Post #3 |
Bad Seed
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Oh, I love this. And the Jerry Lee reference. I love Jerry Lee.
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| ilovejaymz | Oct 5 2011, 04:51 AM Post #4 |
Poor Twisted Me
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Very good  Keep it coming
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| Eri | Oct 5 2011, 06:58 AM Post #5 |
Damage Case
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such a good story!!! I loved it!!! More... 
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| Lucifer's Angel | Oct 5 2011, 07:56 AM Post #6 |
Heavy Metal Seanchai
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This is really good, I love Grease and 50's music, in fact I have a huge playlist of 50's music on Youtube. James as a band guy and Dave as a greaser is so hot Keep going
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| Scorpion Flower | Oct 5 2011, 09:29 AM Post #7 |
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Yay! You posted it!!! I am so happy:) I liked it, so I want more and hurry please:) Loved the descriptions and the fact that you're writing in the first person. |
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| Lars Mi Amor | Oct 5 2011, 12:45 PM Post #8 |
Thinking...
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I love the 50s theme! It's one of my favorite eras. Sergvnekjrn. I love this so far I have a feeling this might be one of my favorite fics ;-; I can't wait for the next update The little sister has my name, squeeee
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| MasterOfPuppets | Oct 5 2011, 01:16 PM Post #9 |
<3 The Little Danish B¨tch
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Oye! Esto esta genial Alma jeje excelente idea la tuya ;) Y muy buena la historia jeje me encanto el tema jaja continua jeje vas bien  saludos 
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| MansonChick | Oct 5 2011, 07:39 PM Post #10 |
Damage Case
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What happened to the other story... Im not complaining, I loved what you did with this story, but I still want you to continue with Kricky =) I think you did a great job (I do know how much work you did investigating all those facts) You are getting better and better and I totally loved the first line xD it was soooooo bridget jones!!! Btw... nancy isn't supposed to call Bonnie, "Bunny"??? lol I liked it very much =) I want to be in this story!!! Make a character for me... yeeeeeees???? xD Love you!!!! Keep it uP!!!!! |
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| Lilith | Oct 6 2011, 02:36 PM Post #11 |
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@ Shaylenne: OMG! I'm so happy you liked it! @ disposable_hero: Thanks so much for reading! I also love Jerry Lee Lewis. @ Naja: It's coming! @ Eri: Thank you Eri! @ Lucifer's Angel: OMG! Thank you so much for reading, it's amazing to find someone who shares this passion for the 50's too! I hope you really enjoy this ride! @ Scorpion Flower: Hey, so cool you liked it! Yes, I tried a different approach in this story, it's so fun to write first person.  @ Nancy: It's such a sweet coincidence you like the 50's too! :3 I hope you really like it! @ Sayra: Ay, compatriota eres un amor! Qué bueno que estás leyendo! @ Andy: Shhhh! Hahaha!! Where's the "Turkey curry buffet"? XD I'm not forgetting Forever, I swear!  After this I'm going to finish next part, I promise. Let's see what to do... I love you! SO glad you liked this too!Thank you so much to you all for reading and commenting. Mean the world to me! Here's the next part: *** Part II: Heartbreak Hotel When your heart gets restless, time to move along When your heart gets weary, time to sing a song But when a dream is calling you, There's just one thing that you can do Well, you gotta follow that dream wherever that dream may lead You gotta follow that dream to find the love you need —Follow That Dream / Elvis Presley At least the long walk back home helped me wash away the self deprecating feelings that took over me after that embarrassing moment. What kind of boy could even make me forget about the happiness of having ticket's for Elvis' concert? Huh? But after the way I acted around him, I wasn't sure I could bear to see him again. I even made the decision not to set foot on that store for a long, long time. We were gonna see Elvis and that was all that mattered now. Back at home I ran upstairs looking for my little sister. “Nancy! I got our tickets,” I exclaimed happily waltzing into her room without knocking, to my surprise I came in to find her sitting on her bed, crying. “Hey, knock first!” she yelled at me the moment she saw me, turning away, to brush away her tears in embarrassment. I couldn't believe my eyes, something should have been really wrong because I had never seen her in such an emotional state. “What's wrong?” I tried to approach her carefully. She was running her fingers over the strings of the racquet on her lap, shaking her foot anxiously, the laces of her Chuckies swinging with the motion. “It's nothing... leave me alone.” “Come on, you can tell me,” I insisted. “That bitch... Amanda,” she finally blurted out bitterly. “I thought she was my friend,” That 'bitch'? Nancy, like me, never used that kind of words, never. “What happened?” “I told her I liked Neil and she went after him.” “You like Neil?” Wait a minute, since when she liked boys? He was the son of the closest friends of our parents. “You see? She was the only one in the whole world that knew that,” she confessed, blushing further. “And today they arrived together at the Club. They're dating.” Oh, no. “The worst thing is that I think she told him I like him because all day he smirked disdainfully at me, and made out with her each time they were around me. It was so humiliating,” she sobbed, fresh tears fell on her red cheeks. You could read on her face she had been crying for quite some time. “Oh, Nancy!” I sat next to her hesitating to hug her. “You know I trained very hard all this year to participate in this tournament.” I nodded back. “I did it to make a fine partner for Neil, because he's the best. My dream was to pair with him in the Mixed Doubles, and Amanda knew it, she's known all along. I was so happy, Neil told me last week we'd be invincible together, so I though—I thought he and I—” she hiccuped a cry. So that's what it was! She was in love, but not of Elvis. “But now he's pairing with Amanda... and I don't know what to do.” I held her tight. Rage surged inside me, I wanted to kick that bitch so hard. “I don't feel like playing in the tournament anymore, I just want to disappear from the face of the Earth.” “Don't say that! You know you are so much better than her.” “I don't know, watching them together hurts so much. I don't want to look like a coward and show her how much she hurt me by not signing into the tournament, but losing against them would be so devastating. Together they are powerful. And the only two boys with no partners are Ron Stevenson —who can't hit a ball— and Roger.” I winced. Ron was such a mess, and Roger was a total nightmare, he could play alright, but had a terrible temper and was rude to his partners, specially with girls. “No, not Roger!” I agreed. “I'm so sick of my life...” “Don't say that...” “It's the truth. She's so much prettier than me.” “That's not true!” said I, caressing her shinny and beautiful straight blond hair that fell gracefully on her shoulders. Even when her amber eyes were so red from crying, they glimmered behind her long blond and curly lashes. And her skin always had a beautiful tanned tone from exercising outdoors. “Yes it is, I'm just freakishly tall and all freckled and weird.” Yes, she was freckled, but to me that was cute, besides, her well shaped body was hard as rock. “Why would Neil ever look at me?” Listening to my little sister so defeated was so hurtful. Amanda knew just where to wound her, but I knew why. “Look, Nancy, you are wrong, you are really a pretty girl, don't ever doubt it. You know what I think?” “What?” “That Amanda is so jealous of your abilities that she's using emotional war to beat you on the tennis court. That's how afraid she is from you!” “Do you really think so?” “I'm positive! You can't let her win, you hear me?” “B—But...” “Even if you have to tame Roger for that,” I reassured her. “No, I don't think I can handle Roger and watch them make fun of me at the same time...” “Listen to me,” I took her by the shoulders. “Don't let her defeat you without putting a fight. You can't throw away all the sacrifice you put on training for a whole year just like that.” “I—I...” she stammered. “What does dad says?” She repeated with me, “There are no troubles, just challenges.” A little smile slowly appearing on her lips. “Show that b—bitch,” the word was getting stuck on my lips, “what you're made of.” I could see her eyes light up in hope. “Maybe you are right, Bonnie.” “Of course I am! Besides, you can totally beat her on the singles tournament.” My little sister raised her fist defiantly, “No more crying baby! I'm gonna show them who I really am! “That's the spirit!” We slapped our hands in a hi-five. “And, we're gonna see Elvis on Saturday!” I screamed, taking out the concert tickets. “You got them?” she asked in surprise, taking them from my hands. “Yes! But they cost me fifteen bucks each.” “No way!” she took a hand to her mouth. I nodded guiltily. “There's no price for a dream, right?” But she shook her head. “There's still something else I have to tell you,” said she, chewing her bottom lip. “What?” Her frightened face started to make me worry. “Aunt Christine is coming on Monday to stay with us.” “Oh, no!” My heart fell to the floor. “We're doomed.” She nodded gloomily. I should have known it was too good to be truth that we were going to spend a whole month alone. “How am I gonna explain spending thirty dollars in one week?” I complained bitterly. “And we still need bus tickets.” “No, please! You can't spend more money,” she said, handing me back the concert tickets. “Maybe you should return this.” “OVER MY DEAD BODY!” I screamed in outrage, holding the precious pieces of paper close to my heart. “But, how are we gonna get there?” “I don't know, I'll think of something.” I replied. “There are no troubles, just challenges, remember?” Sitting at the grand piano I cracked my knuckles and began to warm up by practicing scales and arpeggios, alone in the hall. My head and my heart were all messed up. When I felt like that only music could soothe me and help me clear my thoughts. If Aunt Christine discovered how I had gingerly spent that good amount of money on the concert tickets, I was gonna face another reprimand for good. Could this cost me The Conservatory? “No...” I chewed my lip. Why breaking the rules was so complicated? While I sat there pondering if I should go on with my plan or step back, a melody began to flow from my fingers. As they hit the ivory keys, I started to sing, “When I was just a little girl I asked my mother, what will I be? Will I be pretty, will I be rich? Here's what she said to me. ¿Qué será, será? Whatever will be, will be! The future is not ours to see ¿Qué será, será?” From upstairs Nancy's whistling the song's tune reached my ears and I started to laugh so hard I couldn't sing anymore, just kept playing with all my heart. Bah! Forget auntie! We're going to that concert and we're going to have blast! With my sister by my side we would find a way to deceive her until I founded a way to get that money back. ¿Qué será, será? Getting there was my concern now. We had no one to turn to, most of our friends were vacationing in resorts with their parents, and the few left would find outrageous the mere idea to go to such a place. Besides, I couldn't risk any acquittance of my parents to know what we were going to do. There had to be another way. Suddenly my hands came to a dramatic stop on the keys, the strings reverberating at unison, as the boldest idea popped into my mind. Dave. Then I ran to the garage. As if contemplating the holy grail I saw the keys of my dad's brand new Cadillac —Eldorado— hanging in its usual place. Oh, my God... Dad didn't hide them. My heart began to pump hard against my chest. I knew I couldn't ask Dave for a ride because he had told me he was busy picking up his new ride for a race. But many times he had offered to teach me how to drive. “Hey, Bonnie, don't you wanna come and have a ride with me? I could teach you. C'mon, we'll have fun!” He'd say. Honestly I had refused politely, because I'd been warned about boys who wanted to take you alone to park on a desert place and play backseat bingo with you —whatever that meant—. Anyway, I'd been told it was bad and decent girls didn't do that. But now... What if? Sitting behind the wheel of Eldorado, I chewed my lip anxiously as this wild idea took form in my head: I could drive to Stockton myself. I know it sounded bad and stupid, and God knows this moment was the turning point of this story, the idea that changed our lives forever. But I must confess it didn't sound so crazy in my head back then. I swear! I mean, it wasn't like I had never been behind the wheel before. My dad had begun to teach me a couple of months before, taking me to drive around Alta Vista Park. He had meant to give me a car for graduating from High School... only that I failed Algebra and he quit teaching me because he was furious at me. Just a couple of lessons more and I was sure I'd be able to drive there by myself, besides, Stockton was just an hour and a half ride. As I sat there, daydreaming like a kid —picturing me running freely down the highway— a knock on the window made me jump, and I found Nancy outside staring at me with horror written on her face. I rolled the window down. “No, Bonnie! Not our dad's car!” she exclaimed shaking her head. “It's just an idea, Nancy. Remember dad said I had a natural talent? It's not so difficult, and I have my learners permit...” “No, no, no, no!” “Look, Dave offered to teach me, let me try and then we...” “No!” Damn! I had to get her on board if I wanted this ship to sail, I needed to do something, and quick. “OK, OK! Don't go ape!” I got out the car. “Come, you and I need to talk.” I said to her, noticing something different in her, her eyebrows were pink and swollen, and that was not just from crying. “Were you plucking your eyebrows?” “Yeah...” she replied shyly. “You look good.” She smiled. “Come, let's have a serious conversation.” I said, and she rolled her eyes at me, but followed me back inside to the hall, where I stopped right in front of our dad's liquor cabinet. She shook her head once again as she saw me take two glasses and pour amber liquid from a cut glass bottle. “Dad's cognac, Bonnie? You serious?” “Shut up and drink!” I spat, handing her a glass. “No!” “Look, Nancy... weren't you the one who said was sick of her life?” “Y—yeah, but—” “Then drink!” “But, uh—” “At the count of three... one... two... drink!” Both raised our glasses and drank to the bottom. Ugh, this is horrible! I winced with disgust, feeling the liquor burning down my throat, but I filled our glasses again. “This tastes awful,” she complained. “No more!” “Drink!” We did it again, and after clearing my throat I began my speech, “Now listen to me, I'm also tired of never getting what I want. Of always doing what I should, instead of what I want to!” In my case, being forced to. I served the glasses one more time. “I say: enough!” I raised my glass in the air, and she just stood there, crossing her arms on her chest, looking at me with a frown. Where are your speech abilities when you need them the most? Huh? But I wasn't deterred. “Listen to me, little sis. How do you think b—bitches like Amanda get what they want? Huh? With fearless determination.” I saw her stand began to loosen up. “We thought we had a month of blissful freedom laying before us, but destiny just granted us one week! One week! Don't you wanna make the best out of it?” A little smile began to appear on her lips. I had become the little devil in comic strips, whispering bad thoughts on my sister's ears. And, luckily, cognac seemed to had gotten rid of the little angel in my sister's head, for she began to nod. “It's worth to try, right?” I exclaimed, raising my glass with a persuasive grin, expectantly. “You were the one who said there's no price for a dream.” She slowly nodded, I could imagine how she felt, because the room had begun to spin around me. “Just let me try to learn to drive with Dave. Just once, if we see I can't make it, we forget the idea, okay?” “All right... but it's on you,” she agreed. “GREAT!” I jumped to hug her. “Tomorrow I'll look for Dave and tell him.” I let her go, still grabbing her by the shoulders. “Just one more thing, I need you to come with me, I don't want to take those lessons alone with him.” “Why?” “I have my reasons, don't ask.” The truth was, last time I let Dave drive me back home he took the liberty of kissing me! That had been so embarrassing I didn't tell a soul. Not that I didn't like it, God knows the lyrics of Mr. Sandman's song —”Give him two lips like roses in clover”— were written about him, but it had been so weird. I mean, I'd kissed a couple of boys before, but Dave's kiss had been so different. Hungry, wet, full of tongue. After that, I just jumped out of his car confused, without even saying goodbye. Sometimes the way he looked at me or addressed me made me feel very uncomfortable. But if to get to the concert meant I had to look out for him, I'd do it. Not without precaution. If Nancy was with me, he wouldn't try anything like that with me, right? Later in my room I tried to advance on Elvis' gift, I had 3 days to finish. I was still inebriated, but worked for a couple of hours when I suddenly noticed I had skipped a row of the pattern about six inches bellow. “No, no, no, no, no!” I cried. Darn! I had to rip out all today's work. Definitely one shouldn't knit while being drunk. I put the craft aside and decided to go to bed instead. As I lied there, surrounded by darkness, I could still feel the room spinning around me. I closed my eyes, trying to do what I did every night, picture my beloved Elvis, but this time another face, another blue eyes, and another dashing smile floated in my mind. James... My stomach sank in agony at the memory of my disastrous walk off. Forget him. I said to myself. Your real dream lies before you. I rather focus on my goal now. I have 72 hours to learn how to drive. *** TBC Edited by Lilith, Dec 25 2011, 11:25 PM.
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| Lars Mi Amor | Oct 6 2011, 02:55 PM Post #12 |
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Don't judge me but this made me laugh hard! Like jeez thats a fucked up thing to say about your sister XD Aww someone has a crush on James!!!! Ajerfnverjces Can't wait for the next update! OMG I AM LOVING THIS!
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| Lilith | Oct 6 2011, 03:05 PM Post #13 |
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Jaimelicious
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Geeez! How could I miss the double meaning of THAAAAT! I'm peeing myself over here! Thank you Nancy!
Edited by Lilith, Oct 6 2011, 03:06 PM.
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| ilovejaymz | Oct 6 2011, 03:08 PM Post #14 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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| MetalliSarah | Oct 6 2011, 03:38 PM Post #15 |
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 This story is awesome. I can't wait for more. It's funny, cute, and ashwdjewffbffbbrefrf, love the characters.
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