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Adult +
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8
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8
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Morning
Chapter 5 – Morning
…I don’t think you ready for this jelly, I don’t think you ready for this jelly, I don’t think you ready for this… ‘cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe…
My cell phone was ringing, I could hear it somewhere. Maybe it was behind that giant suitcase, and the banana salesman.
“Excuse me sir, my phone is ringing.”
He handed me one of his bananas. I eyed it skeptically, it was a different color than my cell phone. My cell phone was red. This banana was yellow.
“Peel it.” He said.
I peeled the banana. Inside, the banana was red. Like my cell phone.
“Hello?” I said into the banana.
…I don’t think you ready for this jelly, I don’t think you ready for this jelly, I don’t think you ready for this… ‘cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe…
“It’s still ringing. Still ringing.”
“Olivia?”
“This banana doesn’t work! Give me an apple!”
“Liv? Olivia, someone is calling you.”
The next thing I saw was Viola’s face looking down at me. I had no idea what she was doing there, and it seemed like the banana salesman should be nearby. Her green eyes were simply gazing into mine, her wavy and slightly tangled locks framing her face angelically in dawn’s light.
Oh shit, dawn’s light.
I sat up quickly, smashing my head into the roof of my car.
Oh shit, roof of my car!
“What time is it? We fell asleep? What happened?” I asked, frantically looking around the sleeping bag for my cell phone or something that would give me clues to the answers of these desperate questions.
“It’s ok, don’t freak out. You fell asleep during the second movie. I’m sorry, I didn’t wake you up.”
I managed to uncover the mystery location of my cell phone when I leaned forward and felt it digging into my hip. The next step of trying to remove it from my jeans pocket successfully was another task entirely.
“I don’t think it’s very late, the fourth movie isn’t even over yet,” Viola explained quietly, her voice sounding raspier than usual, “I was going to wake you at the end.”
I laid backwards, trying to make my waist flat so that I might be able to get into my pocket. Inadvertently this made my body flush with Viola’s, and as I wiggled around on top of her, she groaned uncomfortably.
“I’m sorry…” I panted out, “I cant… reach my… phone… just… a second… ugh!” I violently tugged it loose, slamming my elbow into the back of the passenger’s chair in the process. The small screen on my cell told me that I had 2 missed calls from Holly, and that it was 5:07am. I breathed a sigh of relief; at least it was still early enough to get back, have a shower, and go to school. “Oh, good. It’s not that late. It’s ok.” I breathlessly relayed.
She shifted a little beneath me, getting into a less painful position. “Are you always this spastic in the morning?” She playfully asked.
I leaned my head back slightly, resting against her collarbone, and feeling grateful that if I did have some form of disgusting morning breath, at least I was looking away from her. “Only if I think I’m late for something, or I wake up confused and in a strange place; which would sum up the last 60 seconds perfectly.”
“You can go back to sleep for the rest of the movie if you want to, I’ll wake you up at the end.”
I glanced out the windshield. Some zombies were terrorizing the neighborhood, not unlike the other two films I’d briefly witnessed, only this time the film quality looked slightly better. “Are you pretty into it?”
“Yeah.” She sighed, sounding somewhat distant. Then she seemed to realize what I had asked and quickly shook her head. “Wait, no. I mean, the movie is ok. I wasn’t really paying attention. Do you want to go or something? I’ve seen this a hundred times, I don’t need to watch it again.”
The softness in her reaction made me reconsider my hurried state. “We don’t have to rush, I guess. I usually go running with Holly around this time, which is probably why she kept calling, but I wouldn’t make it now anyway.”
“I’m really sorry that I didn’t wake you up, I didn’t know you had to go running and I would have-”
“No, thank you for letting me get some sleep. I appreciate that. Besides, I don’t really want to see Holly now that you told me about her and Duke, and that whole… fiasco.”
I felt Viola’s chin brush against my temple as she nodded slowly in agreement. Neither one of us said anything, for good reason, it seemed that mentioning Duke was a pretty abrupt killer to any conversation. After a few seconds, she shifted just slightly to look out at the screen through the window. I noticed just then that the volume had been lowered considerably on our portable speaker box so that the dialogue was barely audible. She must have done that after I fell asleep, and kept watching all night without moving or disturbing me. I wondered if that had been very uncomfortable? It must have been, with me being deadweight just slumped over her like that. I suddenly felt a little bit ashamed of myself for my silly and ridiculous ploy intended to wage if she had been only acting while wearing a tie. I remembered more details of the night before and groaned out loud without realizing it; she had been honest and fun and acted like a real friend to me, and I’d tried to seduce her as some kind of weird joke.
“Are you ok?” Viola asked with concern.
“Yeah, I guess. I’m just fully awake now.”
She nodded in agreement, but as I turned my head back to look at her, I could see that her eyes were laced with confusion.
“I’m sorry if I was really retarded last night.” I blurted out. “I remember now that I was… just, being strange.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, I hope that I didn’t weird you out.”
Viola made a quiet snorting sound I could only try to describe as a ‘guffaw’. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, at all. Last night I had the greatest time that I’ve had in… ages. I don’t even have that much fun playing soccer anymore. Maybe I used to, when I first started getting really good, and I was really motivated to win all of the time, like it was a surprise to me whether or not I did it. But these days, it’s more about plays that I’ve done 200 times, and trying to find sponsors, who really don’t care about girl players anyway. Then there are these really lame public appearances, where no one shows up except for these really creepy pervy guys, and they are usually like, ‘hey, I saw your boobs bouncing on the field last week’ and I am usually like, ‘I want to kick you in the nuts but you’re the only person who wants my autograph today, so okay here you go’. It’s not fun anymore. And no matter what the venue is, it always smells like my grandma Ilene’s refrigerator. Which isn’t pretty.”
I couldn’t hold back my smile as I watched her carry on.
“Uh, anyway,” she stammered, “soooooo, I had a good time. I really do wish that we hung out more. I hope that we can from now on; to make up for lost time, or something.”
“I hope that we can, for sure.”
“Good. We are both mentally stable parties in mutual agreement, so I do believe that constitutes as a legally binding contract.”
“Law class lectures are seeping into your everyday life, huh?”
Viola mocked a look of terror. “Something like that.”
I tried to smile in my most non-sexual predatory way. “Thank you, for being cool. It
probably does come naturally to you, but it’s been really nice to hang out with someone who doesn’t treat me like some type of blonde idiot who’s incapable of achieving anything alone.” I hadn’t meant to make that sound like such a dig on her brother, but clearly we both caught the hidden meaning without needing to elaborate further.
She stretched her back a little, and rolled her shoulders around, actions which slightly bounced me in her lap. “Yeah, I’m pretty cool.” She whispered jokingly. I pretended to roll my eyes in response.
We stayed there, cuddled in our sleeping bag, until what I deemed the last possible moment. Every time I thought it might be a good idea to get up and get back on the road, I decided to myself that I would do one less thing in exchange for staying longer. First I determined that I would trade 20 minutes for not doing my make-up before school. Then I decided that I would rather stay and watch the end of the movie, than wash and blow-dry my hair. Pretty soon I was out of unnecessary grooming procedures to bargain with, and we definitely had to get going, or I was going to end up in school wearing the same outfit I had on the day before.
Viola was sweet enough to roll up the sleeping bag and put it back in the trunk, even though (as I pointed out), my dumb brother should have to clean up his own mess of camping gear. I surveyed the rest of the parking lot to discover that only two other cars had lasted the whole marathon, and probably fallen asleep as we had. Well, as I had, anyway.
As we drove back to her house, I thought for a second that this was probably my last chance to talk to her about prom, before I dropped her off.
It was nearly as if she’d read my mind when she spoke. “Are you still coming to the junior league thing tonight? If you are, I’ll see you then and, you know, we can figure out something about tomorrow and getting you ready for the big day.”
“I’ll make an appearance. What about you though, won’t you be exhausted? You didn’t get any sleep all night.”
“Heh… nah. I have the rest of the day to pass out in my room. I’ve mastered this really valuable survival skill, where I’m able to respond to my mother’s voice in my sleep without ever waking up. It’s allowed me to sleep-in every single weekend for the past 5 years. I even find myself doing it with my roommate at school now. She will say to me ‘why didn’t you get me a burrito when you were at the store?’ Then I say ‘what?! You wanted a burrito?! You crazy, you never told me!’ and she goes ‘hell yeah I did, this morning at 6:15’. So I guess that’s something that will come in handy throughout my life.”
“Yeah you should teach classes on that tonight, instead of soccer drills. The sixth graders would probably benefit most from the knowledge of how to ignore their over-powering mothers.”
This lame joke forced Viola into a fit of giggles, complete with a few little snorts.
I tried not to laugh, feeling my comment hadn’t been worthy of it, but I couldn’t resist joining in when hearing her amusement. “It wasn’t that funny!” I heckled, elbowing her in the arm.
“I know, it just was something about how you said it!”
For no reason at all, we laughed the whole way back to her house. When I walked her in to say goodbye, there were still some residual chuckles taking place. Daphne had this look on her face when she came to see what we were doing, the kind that just seemed to scream ‘my goodness, have you two been out all night smoking the marijuana?!’
I pulled Viola into a quick hug and told her again what a perfect night I’d had.
“We’ll see you tonight.” She said with a giant grin.
“Nice seeing you, Mrs. Hastings. Get some sleep, Vi.” I gave my best debutante/beauty queen wave and made my exit. As I closed the front door behind me, I let out another laugh that couldn’t be held in. “What a hilarious family.” I whispered to myself, still unable to get past that look that Daphne had given us.
I checked the time on my cell phone and hauled ass back to my car. I only had an hour to get to school and shower to get to class on time.
It wasn’t until I got back to my room that I realized; I still had to talk to Viola about tomorrow. I’d done such a successful job of putting it off that now I was royally screwed into doing it at the Big Mentor function, which had great potential for turning into a festival of awkward. I needed to come up with some sort of back-up plan, just in case I couldn’t manage to work up the nerve with her. Or, even worse, if she simply turned me down flat.
I pushed the thought out of my head as best I could, and jumped into the shower. No use freaking out now… that time would come soon enough.
…I don’t think you ready for this jelly, I don’t think you ready for this jelly, I don’t think you ready for this… ‘cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe…
My cell phone was ringing, I could hear it somewhere. Maybe it was behind that giant suitcase, and the banana salesman.
“Excuse me sir, my phone is ringing.”
He handed me one of his bananas. I eyed it skeptically, it was a different color than my cell phone. My cell phone was red. This banana was yellow.
“Peel it.” He said.
I peeled the banana. Inside, the banana was red. Like my cell phone.
“Hello?” I said into the banana.
…I don’t think you ready for this jelly, I don’t think you ready for this jelly, I don’t think you ready for this… ‘cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe…
“It’s still ringing. Still ringing.”
“Olivia?”
“This banana doesn’t work! Give me an apple!”
“Liv? Olivia, someone is calling you.”
The next thing I saw was Viola’s face looking down at me. I had no idea what she was doing there, and it seemed like the banana salesman should be nearby. Her green eyes were simply gazing into mine, her wavy and slightly tangled locks framing her face angelically in dawn’s light.
Oh shit, dawn’s light.
I sat up quickly, smashing my head into the roof of my car.
Oh shit, roof of my car!
“What time is it? We fell asleep? What happened?” I asked, frantically looking around the sleeping bag for my cell phone or something that would give me clues to the answers of these desperate questions.
“It’s ok, don’t freak out. You fell asleep during the second movie. I’m sorry, I didn’t wake you up.”
I managed to uncover the mystery location of my cell phone when I leaned forward and felt it digging into my hip. The next step of trying to remove it from my jeans pocket successfully was another task entirely.
“I don’t think it’s very late, the fourth movie isn’t even over yet,” Viola explained quietly, her voice sounding raspier than usual, “I was going to wake you at the end.”
I laid backwards, trying to make my waist flat so that I might be able to get into my pocket. Inadvertently this made my body flush with Viola’s, and as I wiggled around on top of her, she groaned uncomfortably.
“I’m sorry…” I panted out, “I cant… reach my… phone… just… a second… ugh!” I violently tugged it loose, slamming my elbow into the back of the passenger’s chair in the process. The small screen on my cell told me that I had 2 missed calls from Holly, and that it was 5:07am. I breathed a sigh of relief; at least it was still early enough to get back, have a shower, and go to school. “Oh, good. It’s not that late. It’s ok.” I breathlessly relayed.
She shifted a little beneath me, getting into a less painful position. “Are you always this spastic in the morning?” She playfully asked.
I leaned my head back slightly, resting against her collarbone, and feeling grateful that if I did have some form of disgusting morning breath, at least I was looking away from her. “Only if I think I’m late for something, or I wake up confused and in a strange place; which would sum up the last 60 seconds perfectly.”
“You can go back to sleep for the rest of the movie if you want to, I’ll wake you up at the end.”
I glanced out the windshield. Some zombies were terrorizing the neighborhood, not unlike the other two films I’d briefly witnessed, only this time the film quality looked slightly better. “Are you pretty into it?”
“Yeah.” She sighed, sounding somewhat distant. Then she seemed to realize what I had asked and quickly shook her head. “Wait, no. I mean, the movie is ok. I wasn’t really paying attention. Do you want to go or something? I’ve seen this a hundred times, I don’t need to watch it again.”
The softness in her reaction made me reconsider my hurried state. “We don’t have to rush, I guess. I usually go running with Holly around this time, which is probably why she kept calling, but I wouldn’t make it now anyway.”
“I’m really sorry that I didn’t wake you up, I didn’t know you had to go running and I would have-”
“No, thank you for letting me get some sleep. I appreciate that. Besides, I don’t really want to see Holly now that you told me about her and Duke, and that whole… fiasco.”
I felt Viola’s chin brush against my temple as she nodded slowly in agreement. Neither one of us said anything, for good reason, it seemed that mentioning Duke was a pretty abrupt killer to any conversation. After a few seconds, she shifted just slightly to look out at the screen through the window. I noticed just then that the volume had been lowered considerably on our portable speaker box so that the dialogue was barely audible. She must have done that after I fell asleep, and kept watching all night without moving or disturbing me. I wondered if that had been very uncomfortable? It must have been, with me being deadweight just slumped over her like that. I suddenly felt a little bit ashamed of myself for my silly and ridiculous ploy intended to wage if she had been only acting while wearing a tie. I remembered more details of the night before and groaned out loud without realizing it; she had been honest and fun and acted like a real friend to me, and I’d tried to seduce her as some kind of weird joke.
“Are you ok?” Viola asked with concern.
“Yeah, I guess. I’m just fully awake now.”
She nodded in agreement, but as I turned my head back to look at her, I could see that her eyes were laced with confusion.
“I’m sorry if I was really retarded last night.” I blurted out. “I remember now that I was… just, being strange.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, I hope that I didn’t weird you out.”
Viola made a quiet snorting sound I could only try to describe as a ‘guffaw’. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, at all. Last night I had the greatest time that I’ve had in… ages. I don’t even have that much fun playing soccer anymore. Maybe I used to, when I first started getting really good, and I was really motivated to win all of the time, like it was a surprise to me whether or not I did it. But these days, it’s more about plays that I’ve done 200 times, and trying to find sponsors, who really don’t care about girl players anyway. Then there are these really lame public appearances, where no one shows up except for these really creepy pervy guys, and they are usually like, ‘hey, I saw your boobs bouncing on the field last week’ and I am usually like, ‘I want to kick you in the nuts but you’re the only person who wants my autograph today, so okay here you go’. It’s not fun anymore. And no matter what the venue is, it always smells like my grandma Ilene’s refrigerator. Which isn’t pretty.”
I couldn’t hold back my smile as I watched her carry on.
“Uh, anyway,” she stammered, “soooooo, I had a good time. I really do wish that we hung out more. I hope that we can from now on; to make up for lost time, or something.”
“I hope that we can, for sure.”
“Good. We are both mentally stable parties in mutual agreement, so I do believe that constitutes as a legally binding contract.”
“Law class lectures are seeping into your everyday life, huh?”
Viola mocked a look of terror. “Something like that.”
I tried to smile in my most non-sexual predatory way. “Thank you, for being cool. It
probably does come naturally to you, but it’s been really nice to hang out with someone who doesn’t treat me like some type of blonde idiot who’s incapable of achieving anything alone.” I hadn’t meant to make that sound like such a dig on her brother, but clearly we both caught the hidden meaning without needing to elaborate further.
She stretched her back a little, and rolled her shoulders around, actions which slightly bounced me in her lap. “Yeah, I’m pretty cool.” She whispered jokingly. I pretended to roll my eyes in response.
We stayed there, cuddled in our sleeping bag, until what I deemed the last possible moment. Every time I thought it might be a good idea to get up and get back on the road, I decided to myself that I would do one less thing in exchange for staying longer. First I determined that I would trade 20 minutes for not doing my make-up before school. Then I decided that I would rather stay and watch the end of the movie, than wash and blow-dry my hair. Pretty soon I was out of unnecessary grooming procedures to bargain with, and we definitely had to get going, or I was going to end up in school wearing the same outfit I had on the day before.
Viola was sweet enough to roll up the sleeping bag and put it back in the trunk, even though (as I pointed out), my dumb brother should have to clean up his own mess of camping gear. I surveyed the rest of the parking lot to discover that only two other cars had lasted the whole marathon, and probably fallen asleep as we had. Well, as I had, anyway.
As we drove back to her house, I thought for a second that this was probably my last chance to talk to her about prom, before I dropped her off.
It was nearly as if she’d read my mind when she spoke. “Are you still coming to the junior league thing tonight? If you are, I’ll see you then and, you know, we can figure out something about tomorrow and getting you ready for the big day.”
“I’ll make an appearance. What about you though, won’t you be exhausted? You didn’t get any sleep all night.”
“Heh… nah. I have the rest of the day to pass out in my room. I’ve mastered this really valuable survival skill, where I’m able to respond to my mother’s voice in my sleep without ever waking up. It’s allowed me to sleep-in every single weekend for the past 5 years. I even find myself doing it with my roommate at school now. She will say to me ‘why didn’t you get me a burrito when you were at the store?’ Then I say ‘what?! You wanted a burrito?! You crazy, you never told me!’ and she goes ‘hell yeah I did, this morning at 6:15’. So I guess that’s something that will come in handy throughout my life.”
“Yeah you should teach classes on that tonight, instead of soccer drills. The sixth graders would probably benefit most from the knowledge of how to ignore their over-powering mothers.”
This lame joke forced Viola into a fit of giggles, complete with a few little snorts.
I tried not to laugh, feeling my comment hadn’t been worthy of it, but I couldn’t resist joining in when hearing her amusement. “It wasn’t that funny!” I heckled, elbowing her in the arm.
“I know, it just was something about how you said it!”
For no reason at all, we laughed the whole way back to her house. When I walked her in to say goodbye, there were still some residual chuckles taking place. Daphne had this look on her face when she came to see what we were doing, the kind that just seemed to scream ‘my goodness, have you two been out all night smoking the marijuana?!’
I pulled Viola into a quick hug and told her again what a perfect night I’d had.
“We’ll see you tonight.” She said with a giant grin.
“Nice seeing you, Mrs. Hastings. Get some sleep, Vi.” I gave my best debutante/beauty queen wave and made my exit. As I closed the front door behind me, I let out another laugh that couldn’t be held in. “What a hilarious family.” I whispered to myself, still unable to get past that look that Daphne had given us.
I checked the time on my cell phone and hauled ass back to my car. I only had an hour to get to school and shower to get to class on time.
It wasn’t until I got back to my room that I realized; I still had to talk to Viola about tomorrow. I’d done such a successful job of putting it off that now I was royally screwed into doing it at the Big Mentor function, which had great potential for turning into a festival of awkward. I needed to come up with some sort of back-up plan, just in case I couldn’t manage to work up the nerve with her. Or, even worse, if she simply turned me down flat.
I pushed the thought out of my head as best I could, and jumped into the shower. No use freaking out now… that time would come soon enough.