End Part Two
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roxyWave goodbye to 8th Grade, everyone! You know, you try not to have favorites among the children, but I have to admit, Pete's my favorite here.*Pets him*
Can you tell when someone falls in love with a character they've written? Do you fall in love with a character? I mean beyond the given, heh!
Anyhoo, let us move on to the end, my friend (oooo, channeling Morrison for a sec there)The previous parts are here,leaning up against the wall at the 7-11 and making the old folks nervous
A Summer Rain
August
The boys were hanging out at Pete’s, eating cereal out of the box and talking about their schedules for freshman year, which had come just that morning in the mail.
Mrs. Ross herded them out of the kitchen and onto the porch, muttering darkly about the grocery bill and charging them for electricity and closed the door on them. Lex grinned at Pete. “You Mom so loves us.”
“Uhm-hm,” he replied, staring at his schedule, “Only family gets the electric speech….”
“Speaking of family, where’s Sam?” Whitney asked.
“Oh, out with one of his bazillion girlfriends, the dog.” Pete smiled in admiration. “Sam’s gonna let me in on some secrets with the ladies, I’ll be set for high school, yo.”
Clark snickered and cut his eyes toward Lex.
“Yeah, Pete,” Lex said. “ Those ladies better watch out for Ross Two Point-Oh-oh.”
Pete glared suspiciously at Lex and Clark, who looked back wide-eyed and full of innocence, an innocence slightly ruined by tight pressed lips and shaking shoulders.
Pete’s eyes narrowed and “Oh, screw you,” he finally said. “Look this high school stuff is more important any way. What’s our plan?”
Whit looked up, confused. “Plan? What plan, for what?”
“For not getting hazed by the seniors! Don’t you know anything? You must know what they do to freshmen!” Pete was getting a little loud, and the other’s shushed him, “We don’t want your Mom out here kicking our butts!”
Clark looked confident as he said, “No one’s going to bother us, why should they? We don’t do anything to stand out.”
“Speak for yourself. “ Whitney laughed. “Those seniors are probably worried about me coming in and ruining their game.” Whit grinned, the picture of barely contained mischief and Lex grinned back at him while the others sighed.
“Whit, try not to get yourself beat up on the first day of school ok,” Pete groaned. Clark shook his head in agreement.
“Really Whit, try to show some tact, some—finesse, will you.”
Whitney jumped up from the step and turned around to face Clark. “Oo. Someone’s been reading the word-a- day in the paper, hunh,” He smiled at Clark to let him know he meant no harm and Clark grinned back.
“Yeah, well, you know what I mean. Sometimes it’s like you’re on a mission--”
He was interrupted by the sound of wheels coming up the drive and Sam was there, getting out of a car. Alone, Whit was kind of glad to see.
“Hey girls,” He called. “ Come get this stuff for me.” The boys scrambled off the steps to bring bags of groceries in the house, all trying to talk to Sam at one time, asking a dozen questions about high school and if they really were in danger, and was it true that the seniors were allowed by law to haze freshmen, and if the girls were cute and what about taking showers together, did they have to do that, and everyone turned and looked at Clark, who blushed and said, forget it, and walked into the kitchen briskly.
Sam shrugged and grabbed up a ball from the foyer closet, turned to go outside. Whit was still standing there looking at him.
“What’s up, Wit-less,” Sam said, and popped him on his forehead. Whit grimaced, rubbed his head and looked up at the older boy, saw the kindness in his eyes. “Nothing,” he replied. “ Can I shoot some hoops with you?”
“Sure, the girl’s be watching whatever little freaky cartoon show it is that they watch now, come on.”
Sam walked out to the driveway; ball tucked under one arm and threw his other around Whitney’s shoulders.
“Hey, Whit, you really put some height on, hunh?” Whit turned his head to look at Sam and realized he didn’t have to look up much at all, not nearly as much as he used to.
They played for a bit, but neither of them really had their hearts in it, and soon, Sam signaled to stop. They sat on the bench on the side of the garage, and Sam pulled his T-shirt off and wiped his face with it. Whitney felt little cool fingers run down his spine, he shivered slightly and looked away. “So. Whit.” he heard.
“Yeah?”
“What the fuck are you planning to do with yourself man? I’m hearing stuff, and not liking it too much, y’know.” Sam twisted on the bench to look directly at Whitney, muscles twisting and sliding under cocoa skin with ease and elegance. Whitney noted it with one part of his mind and thanked the powers that be that he still had some functioning brain and “What have you heard, Sam” he said calmly, leaned back against the bench and tried to look relaxed and confident.
“Well, you stupid little fucker, drugs would be just one of the things I’ve heard, oh, and busting a nut anywhere, with anyone —how do you keep this shit from my brother, your friends?” Sam was scowling now, and unlike Pete, on him it wasn’t cute, it was scary. The sun glinted off of the gold studs in his earlobes and Whit’s eyes kept going to them, just because they shone and really not because he couldn’t meet Sam’s eyes.
“I’ll beat the shit out of you if I find out you get Pete involved in this stuff,” Sam growled. “And you need to keep away from them skanks, they’re murder.” Sam glanced over his shoulder, just to make sure his mom couldn’t hear him talk like that, especially not to one of the boys—she’d gut him—he blew out an exasperated breath, and looked back at Whitney.
Whitney sat still on the bench and let Sam’s words fill his brain. He wasn’t worried about *him* at all, he didn’t care about him one bit--it was only Pete he was concerned about and why not? Who the fuck was he? Just one of his kid brother’s stupid friends, that’s all.
Whitney tried to stand, but Sam grabbed his arm and yanked him down onto the bench so hard, he huffed. “Ouch, you shit--”
Sam snarled at him, “Shut *up* Whit, and listen to me. Oh, and I’ll be beating the shit out of you for cursing me when I’m done. First of all, I get you’ve got problems; I get your dad’s a motherfucker from hell, ok—but you killing yourself doesn’t add up. You’re only fourteen, and you’re out here like an oldster. Trust me, it will kill you. And I’m worried about you man,” He reached out and grabbed Whit’s neck, pulled him in close and leaned his forehead against Whitney’s.
“Look ass-hole. I love you--you’re my brother, ok, just as much as Pete.” Whit closed his eyes against traitor tears and nodded.
“You are my brother, my ugly little pale ass blonde haired, blue eyed brother, all right?” Whit nodded again and laughed, a little shaky but Sam grinned.
“OK.” He let Whit go and shook his shoulder, “So, you’re going to have to stop trying to kill yourself ok? Because my brothers don’t hurt each other that way. They think about how their actions affect the ones they love, that’s how we do in the Ross family, you hear?”
Whitney sat back when Sam released him and promised him silently with every bit of his heart in it, that Sam would never ever hear of him doing anything wrong again, he promised himself that nothing he did would ever effect Pete. He’d try not to kill himself, he’d buy condoms, and he’d give up some stuff for Sam.
“ I hear you, Sam, I do.”
End part two
10-13-04
Can you tell when someone falls in love with a character they've written? Do you fall in love with a character? I mean beyond the given, heh!
Anyhoo, let us move on to the end, my friend (oooo, channeling Morrison for a sec there)The previous parts are here,leaning up against the wall at the 7-11 and making the old folks nervous
A Summer Rain
August
The boys were hanging out at Pete’s, eating cereal out of the box and talking about their schedules for freshman year, which had come just that morning in the mail.
Mrs. Ross herded them out of the kitchen and onto the porch, muttering darkly about the grocery bill and charging them for electricity and closed the door on them. Lex grinned at Pete. “You Mom so loves us.”
“Uhm-hm,” he replied, staring at his schedule, “Only family gets the electric speech….”
“Speaking of family, where’s Sam?” Whitney asked.
“Oh, out with one of his bazillion girlfriends, the dog.” Pete smiled in admiration. “Sam’s gonna let me in on some secrets with the ladies, I’ll be set for high school, yo.”
Clark snickered and cut his eyes toward Lex.
“Yeah, Pete,” Lex said. “ Those ladies better watch out for Ross Two Point-Oh-oh.”
Pete glared suspiciously at Lex and Clark, who looked back wide-eyed and full of innocence, an innocence slightly ruined by tight pressed lips and shaking shoulders.
Pete’s eyes narrowed and “Oh, screw you,” he finally said. “Look this high school stuff is more important any way. What’s our plan?”
Whit looked up, confused. “Plan? What plan, for what?”
“For not getting hazed by the seniors! Don’t you know anything? You must know what they do to freshmen!” Pete was getting a little loud, and the other’s shushed him, “We don’t want your Mom out here kicking our butts!”
Clark looked confident as he said, “No one’s going to bother us, why should they? We don’t do anything to stand out.”
“Speak for yourself. “ Whitney laughed. “Those seniors are probably worried about me coming in and ruining their game.” Whit grinned, the picture of barely contained mischief and Lex grinned back at him while the others sighed.
“Whit, try not to get yourself beat up on the first day of school ok,” Pete groaned. Clark shook his head in agreement.
“Really Whit, try to show some tact, some—finesse, will you.”
Whitney jumped up from the step and turned around to face Clark. “Oo. Someone’s been reading the word-a- day in the paper, hunh,” He smiled at Clark to let him know he meant no harm and Clark grinned back.
“Yeah, well, you know what I mean. Sometimes it’s like you’re on a mission--”
He was interrupted by the sound of wheels coming up the drive and Sam was there, getting out of a car. Alone, Whit was kind of glad to see.
“Hey girls,” He called. “ Come get this stuff for me.” The boys scrambled off the steps to bring bags of groceries in the house, all trying to talk to Sam at one time, asking a dozen questions about high school and if they really were in danger, and was it true that the seniors were allowed by law to haze freshmen, and if the girls were cute and what about taking showers together, did they have to do that, and everyone turned and looked at Clark, who blushed and said, forget it, and walked into the kitchen briskly.
Sam shrugged and grabbed up a ball from the foyer closet, turned to go outside. Whit was still standing there looking at him.
“What’s up, Wit-less,” Sam said, and popped him on his forehead. Whit grimaced, rubbed his head and looked up at the older boy, saw the kindness in his eyes. “Nothing,” he replied. “ Can I shoot some hoops with you?”
“Sure, the girl’s be watching whatever little freaky cartoon show it is that they watch now, come on.”
Sam walked out to the driveway; ball tucked under one arm and threw his other around Whitney’s shoulders.
“Hey, Whit, you really put some height on, hunh?” Whit turned his head to look at Sam and realized he didn’t have to look up much at all, not nearly as much as he used to.
They played for a bit, but neither of them really had their hearts in it, and soon, Sam signaled to stop. They sat on the bench on the side of the garage, and Sam pulled his T-shirt off and wiped his face with it. Whitney felt little cool fingers run down his spine, he shivered slightly and looked away. “So. Whit.” he heard.
“Yeah?”
“What the fuck are you planning to do with yourself man? I’m hearing stuff, and not liking it too much, y’know.” Sam twisted on the bench to look directly at Whitney, muscles twisting and sliding under cocoa skin with ease and elegance. Whitney noted it with one part of his mind and thanked the powers that be that he still had some functioning brain and “What have you heard, Sam” he said calmly, leaned back against the bench and tried to look relaxed and confident.
“Well, you stupid little fucker, drugs would be just one of the things I’ve heard, oh, and busting a nut anywhere, with anyone —how do you keep this shit from my brother, your friends?” Sam was scowling now, and unlike Pete, on him it wasn’t cute, it was scary. The sun glinted off of the gold studs in his earlobes and Whit’s eyes kept going to them, just because they shone and really not because he couldn’t meet Sam’s eyes.
“I’ll beat the shit out of you if I find out you get Pete involved in this stuff,” Sam growled. “And you need to keep away from them skanks, they’re murder.” Sam glanced over his shoulder, just to make sure his mom couldn’t hear him talk like that, especially not to one of the boys—she’d gut him—he blew out an exasperated breath, and looked back at Whitney.
Whitney sat still on the bench and let Sam’s words fill his brain. He wasn’t worried about *him* at all, he didn’t care about him one bit--it was only Pete he was concerned about and why not? Who the fuck was he? Just one of his kid brother’s stupid friends, that’s all.
Whitney tried to stand, but Sam grabbed his arm and yanked him down onto the bench so hard, he huffed. “Ouch, you shit--”
Sam snarled at him, “Shut *up* Whit, and listen to me. Oh, and I’ll be beating the shit out of you for cursing me when I’m done. First of all, I get you’ve got problems; I get your dad’s a motherfucker from hell, ok—but you killing yourself doesn’t add up. You’re only fourteen, and you’re out here like an oldster. Trust me, it will kill you. And I’m worried about you man,” He reached out and grabbed Whit’s neck, pulled him in close and leaned his forehead against Whitney’s.
“Look ass-hole. I love you--you’re my brother, ok, just as much as Pete.” Whit closed his eyes against traitor tears and nodded.
“You are my brother, my ugly little pale ass blonde haired, blue eyed brother, all right?” Whit nodded again and laughed, a little shaky but Sam grinned.
“OK.” He let Whit go and shook his shoulder, “So, you’re going to have to stop trying to kill yourself ok? Because my brothers don’t hurt each other that way. They think about how their actions affect the ones they love, that’s how we do in the Ross family, you hear?”
Whitney sat back when Sam released him and promised him silently with every bit of his heart in it, that Sam would never ever hear of him doing anything wrong again, he promised himself that nothing he did would ever effect Pete. He’d try not to kill himself, he’d buy condoms, and he’d give up some stuff for Sam.
“ I hear you, Sam, I do.”
End part two
10-13-04
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10/13/04 06:16 pm (UTC)Sadly, he's spoken for...
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10/14/04 04:26 am (UTC)Oooh!!!
Oh, that's just...
I love it!!
*hugs you*
Ms. Thang, you made me cry!!
*sniffle*
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10/14/04 02:43 pm (UTC)Gee, all the times you had me sitting in my chair, a helpless little pile of sniveling Roxy...
does it make me bad to love that you cried? *g*
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10/14/04 03:42 pm (UTC)You're a bad, bad, terrible person!!
:)
*hugs*
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10/14/04 08:15 am (UTC)I have a feeling Whit has a crush on his surrogate big brother.
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10/14/04 02:18 pm (UTC)*wibble*
10/15/04 09:55 am (UTC)*hugs Sam*
*hugs you*