Summer Story part 6...
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roxyPrevious Parts are here,looking a little bleary and wondering who the hell that is next to them.
SummerStory
Later that evening the re-united Ross siblings were gathered on the porch and discussing the coming disaster that Sam insisted they be home for.
Kathy looked over at her brothers and smirked. “She’s fine, there’s nothing wrong with the woman. Sam and Sheryl will do just fine together. She’s got ambition and drive and that’ll help Sam in the long run. You just don’t like her because she doesn’t like you!” She sat back on the swing seat and folded her arms.
Pete looked at his brothers, Matt, tall, coca brown and serious, always so serious. Pete felt like he hardly knew him, he was nearly grown when Pete was born. Mike was a little more like Sam, easier to laugh, not quite as serious as Matthew. And though he and Sam sounded so much alike no one could tell them apart on the phone, they looked nothing alike. Mike was shorter than Sam and Matt, darker than either one of them and had a blinding smile that he used to advantage. He was a charmer, and kept his mother on her toes.
Kathy looked more like Pete than any of the others. She was shorter than any of them and tended to be, in Mike’s words, a little stuck on herself. She was absently kind to Pete but not much involved in her brother’s lives. She planned on going to med school, and Pete wished her future patients good luck.
They chatted on for a while and then Kathy asked Pete, “ Where’s Whitney?”
Pete looked at her in bewilderment. Where was Whit? She was right, he usually hung out with them when they were all together like this, and since Wade disappeared, he tended to stick around a lot more…Where the hell was he? He got up, “I’ll go look in his room.” He walked around the porch swing and headed towards the door and Kathy said “Hold up, come on back to the garage with me and help me get these coolers out, I promised Mother I’d clean them out for the barbeque tomorrow.” Pete nodded and thought he might as well pull the charcoal out while he was at it; Dad was going to make him do it tomorrow anyway.
They passed a stand of lilac bushes on the path to the garage and Pete thought he heard a noise, heard it again, a low moan, a cough, something…
He groaned to himself. Please God, don’t let it be what he thought it was and then it came again, definitely a moan, and this time Kathy heard it too.
Shit.
“ Pete, did you hear that?”
Pete shook his head no, and tried to keep walking, but Kathy grabbed his arm, stopping him. Again a moan. And Kathy briskly walked to the bushes and bent down.
“Oh for…Whitney. What are you doing in there? Come out this instant!”
Pete rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth. Great. Whit was drunk—he hoped to God he was drunk anyway.
Why now? He’s been so good for so long…Wade. It was probably Wade, the jerk was probably back and pulling him right back down again.
Kathy had been trying to coax Whit out and not getting very far. She looked up at Pete, frustrated and getting to the end of her short fuse. “Go get those boys and tell them to pull this fool out of here.”
“Don’t say anything to Mom, Kathy! Please! “ She looked at him as if he’d lost his mind.
“I’m not even going to reply to that! Go!”
Pete ran off to get his brothers and he could hear Kathy still trying to get Whit to come out. He hustled his brother’s back, Mike grinning and Matt scowling.
Matt sank to his knees by the bushes and frowning tried to coax Whit out also, wasting time on logic before frustration took over.
“Whitney. Get out of there, before I pull you out.” He looked up at Pete, “Go in there and get this darnn fool out of there, now.”
Pete’s jaw dropped as he stared at his brother. “Hell, no, he bites when he’s messed up!”
Matt looked scandalized and Mike collapsed into laughter. Matt came to his feet, and brushed off his pants, checked to see the crease was still knife sharp. “Well. It seems someone’s thinks they’re grown. You handle it then.” Before leaving he spoke at the bushes,” you disappoint me, you know.”
Out of the bushes wobbled a breathy “Fuck you.”
Mike and Pete laughed again as Matt swung on his heel and stalked off.
Pete gasped for breath and looked at Mike, “Okay, Mike, your turn.” He yelled into the bush, “Because next up is Abbie!”
“Negro! Get out here now!” The bush giggled and rustled, and groaned and fell quiet.
“Go on up to the house, Pete. I’ll get this fool out. Go ahead.”
Pete left reluctantly, and when he was sure he was gone, Mike sat down next to the bush and began to speak, low and soothing.
“You know, I don’t know how it is that everyone’s missing it. I felt pretty bad for you this afternoon. But this ain’t helpin’. It’s stupid. You gonna stay drunk the whole time he’s here? Plus Ma will come out here and drag your drunk ass out from these bushes, she’ll beat you for messin’ up her lilacs.”
A big shaky inhalation burst from the bushes and Mike hastened to add, “I’m kidding! Kidding! Ma would never lay a hand on you; no body in this family would, you know that. C’mon,” and he cheated, he pitched his voice to sound exactly like Sam’s. “ Come out so I can talk to you.”
Silence and then the bushes rattled and Whit scooted out ass first, covered with dirt and his hair full of crushed leaves. He rolled over and stared at Mike, and his face was so miserable that his heart went out to the little kid. There were tracks through the dirt on his face where tears had rolled down and he looked all of five year old. Mike reached out for him and pulled him in. “Let’s go in the house, you disgusting mess, get you cleaned up, ok?”
Whit nodded, and Mike went on, “Listen, I’m not trying to upset you, but you know it’s not going to happen, right? And listen, you’re going to grow out of this anyway. It’s just a phase. I ‘ve seen it before, trust me.”
Whit shrugged his arm off and staggered to the side, crashed back into the bushes and threw up violently. Mike jumped to the side. "Fuck! Warn a brother, god damnit!” He checked to make sure he didn’t get splashed and then grabbed Whit, who was slowly circling the lawn.
“ Sam, Sam, you don’t understand…not a phase….” He stopped and gagged a bit as Mike held him gingerly by the shoulders, pointed away from him.
“Umm-hmm. Say, can we finish this inside—in the bathroom? And maybe you might want some privacy so you can, you know-- clean up when we get in there?”
Whit nodded and let himself be lead to the house.” Where’s Pete?”
"In the house, waiting for you in the bathroom.”
“Oh. Okay. Where’s’ Sam?”
“He’s coming, he’ll be here soon.”
“Oh, Okay. I hate Sher—Sheer—that bitsch.”
“Yeah, me too kid, me too.”
“Where’s Sham?”
“Man, Negro, what the hell were you drinking? You smell…aw, don’t cry, shit!”
And of course, TBC...
ETA:oopsies!
SummerStory
Later that evening the re-united Ross siblings were gathered on the porch and discussing the coming disaster that Sam insisted they be home for.
Kathy looked over at her brothers and smirked. “She’s fine, there’s nothing wrong with the woman. Sam and Sheryl will do just fine together. She’s got ambition and drive and that’ll help Sam in the long run. You just don’t like her because she doesn’t like you!” She sat back on the swing seat and folded her arms.
Pete looked at his brothers, Matt, tall, coca brown and serious, always so serious. Pete felt like he hardly knew him, he was nearly grown when Pete was born. Mike was a little more like Sam, easier to laugh, not quite as serious as Matthew. And though he and Sam sounded so much alike no one could tell them apart on the phone, they looked nothing alike. Mike was shorter than Sam and Matt, darker than either one of them and had a blinding smile that he used to advantage. He was a charmer, and kept his mother on her toes.
Kathy looked more like Pete than any of the others. She was shorter than any of them and tended to be, in Mike’s words, a little stuck on herself. She was absently kind to Pete but not much involved in her brother’s lives. She planned on going to med school, and Pete wished her future patients good luck.
They chatted on for a while and then Kathy asked Pete, “ Where’s Whitney?”
Pete looked at her in bewilderment. Where was Whit? She was right, he usually hung out with them when they were all together like this, and since Wade disappeared, he tended to stick around a lot more…Where the hell was he? He got up, “I’ll go look in his room.” He walked around the porch swing and headed towards the door and Kathy said “Hold up, come on back to the garage with me and help me get these coolers out, I promised Mother I’d clean them out for the barbeque tomorrow.” Pete nodded and thought he might as well pull the charcoal out while he was at it; Dad was going to make him do it tomorrow anyway.
They passed a stand of lilac bushes on the path to the garage and Pete thought he heard a noise, heard it again, a low moan, a cough, something…
He groaned to himself. Please God, don’t let it be what he thought it was and then it came again, definitely a moan, and this time Kathy heard it too.
Shit.
“ Pete, did you hear that?”
Pete shook his head no, and tried to keep walking, but Kathy grabbed his arm, stopping him. Again a moan. And Kathy briskly walked to the bushes and bent down.
“Oh for…Whitney. What are you doing in there? Come out this instant!”
Pete rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth. Great. Whit was drunk—he hoped to God he was drunk anyway.
Why now? He’s been so good for so long…Wade. It was probably Wade, the jerk was probably back and pulling him right back down again.
Kathy had been trying to coax Whit out and not getting very far. She looked up at Pete, frustrated and getting to the end of her short fuse. “Go get those boys and tell them to pull this fool out of here.”
“Don’t say anything to Mom, Kathy! Please! “ She looked at him as if he’d lost his mind.
“I’m not even going to reply to that! Go!”
Pete ran off to get his brothers and he could hear Kathy still trying to get Whit to come out. He hustled his brother’s back, Mike grinning and Matt scowling.
Matt sank to his knees by the bushes and frowning tried to coax Whit out also, wasting time on logic before frustration took over.
“Whitney. Get out of there, before I pull you out.” He looked up at Pete, “Go in there and get this darnn fool out of there, now.”
Pete’s jaw dropped as he stared at his brother. “Hell, no, he bites when he’s messed up!”
Matt looked scandalized and Mike collapsed into laughter. Matt came to his feet, and brushed off his pants, checked to see the crease was still knife sharp. “Well. It seems someone’s thinks they’re grown. You handle it then.” Before leaving he spoke at the bushes,” you disappoint me, you know.”
Out of the bushes wobbled a breathy “Fuck you.”
Mike and Pete laughed again as Matt swung on his heel and stalked off.
Pete gasped for breath and looked at Mike, “Okay, Mike, your turn.” He yelled into the bush, “Because next up is Abbie!”
“Negro! Get out here now!” The bush giggled and rustled, and groaned and fell quiet.
“Go on up to the house, Pete. I’ll get this fool out. Go ahead.”
Pete left reluctantly, and when he was sure he was gone, Mike sat down next to the bush and began to speak, low and soothing.
“You know, I don’t know how it is that everyone’s missing it. I felt pretty bad for you this afternoon. But this ain’t helpin’. It’s stupid. You gonna stay drunk the whole time he’s here? Plus Ma will come out here and drag your drunk ass out from these bushes, she’ll beat you for messin’ up her lilacs.”
A big shaky inhalation burst from the bushes and Mike hastened to add, “I’m kidding! Kidding! Ma would never lay a hand on you; no body in this family would, you know that. C’mon,” and he cheated, he pitched his voice to sound exactly like Sam’s. “ Come out so I can talk to you.”
Silence and then the bushes rattled and Whit scooted out ass first, covered with dirt and his hair full of crushed leaves. He rolled over and stared at Mike, and his face was so miserable that his heart went out to the little kid. There were tracks through the dirt on his face where tears had rolled down and he looked all of five year old. Mike reached out for him and pulled him in. “Let’s go in the house, you disgusting mess, get you cleaned up, ok?”
Whit nodded, and Mike went on, “Listen, I’m not trying to upset you, but you know it’s not going to happen, right? And listen, you’re going to grow out of this anyway. It’s just a phase. I ‘ve seen it before, trust me.”
Whit shrugged his arm off and staggered to the side, crashed back into the bushes and threw up violently. Mike jumped to the side. "Fuck! Warn a brother, god damnit!” He checked to make sure he didn’t get splashed and then grabbed Whit, who was slowly circling the lawn.
“ Sam, Sam, you don’t understand…not a phase….” He stopped and gagged a bit as Mike held him gingerly by the shoulders, pointed away from him.
“Umm-hmm. Say, can we finish this inside—in the bathroom? And maybe you might want some privacy so you can, you know-- clean up when we get in there?”
Whit nodded and let himself be lead to the house.” Where’s Pete?”
"In the house, waiting for you in the bathroom.”
“Oh. Okay. Where’s’ Sam?”
“He’s coming, he’ll be here soon.”
“Oh, Okay. I hate Sher—Sheer—that bitsch.”
“Yeah, me too kid, me too.”
“Where’s Sham?”
“Man, Negro, what the hell were you drinking? You smell…aw, don’t cry, shit!”
And of course, TBC...
ETA:oopsies!
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Ack!!!
11/15/04 04:18 pm (UTC){{huggles}}
Re: Ack!!!
11/16/04 12:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
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11/15/04 04:40 pm (UTC)Oh, oh.
*sniffles hard*
Damnit, woman!!
*pets poor Whit*
Oh, the poor, poor boy.
BUT - his family loves him and they understand...
*sniffle*
'Negro' - hee!
*snerk*
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11/16/04 12:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/15/04 04:41 pm (UTC)I love all the Rosses.
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11/16/04 12:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/15/04 09:51 pm (UTC)Roxy, you're too good!
Whit's so lucky he got the Rosses!!
*hugs the whole fam and Roxy, too!!*
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11/16/04 12:20 am (UTC)Hee!
11/16/04 02:23 am (UTC)Exactly. I mean, if they did that they'd have to title the show after the whole town and have a large cast of main characters... Oh. Nevermind.
;P
Re: Hee!
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11/16/04 01:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/16/04 04:14 am (UTC)*snuggles him*
*bounces and twirls you*
You know I love you, right?
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11/16/04 10:02 pm (UTC)