A story between Jimmy and Alannah, two people who had no idea the other existed until they had a chance meeting.
"...and don't I ever catch you in that God-damned place again! You're staying in this fucking house!"
"Wait! What about my dinner?" I asked rather loudly.
"You're not fucking getting it!"
My perturbed Father screamed at me, flinging curse words into my eardrums so they can just go in one ear and out the other. I don't care anymore. All he ever does is lock me in my room, leaving me without food and any source of entertainment. But doesn't he know? I'll leave again. I know I must see my family – my true family, the family that exists in the sky, the ones that I know will come back for me...I'd hate to have to stay here on Earth, an overpopulated planet that's full of disgusting to look at, flesh-toting meat bags with arms and legs. I know I originally don't look like this, not for real. My family designed me to appear as if I'm like I'm one of these people, and assigned the man who drove me into this boring room to me myself. Long behold, there is a creation that the Homo sapien race has invented and that's called...the window! Notice the sarcasm in the latter sentence.
I wonder what's out there for me, what's left for me to explore...?
All I know is, I have to find a location that Father will not find me at. A place that's...new to my trained eyes...one where I can escape from this revoltingly bad house and come back to avoid punishment.
I spot a place that's not too far off in the distance, one that's not too far from home; about five to ten minutes tops. A little area full of flowers and grass, an area where you can see the Moon in all of its glorious entirety, a place where it seems that it can enhance anything's beauty whilst anything happens to be in it.
As I sat in the beautiful and warm calming area, I had no idea that there was someone approaching me until I felt a hand tap my shoulder and someone asking a question nonchalantly.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my hiding place?" There was a boy's voice behind me. While I turned around, he gawked at me. Could it be my features? "You're...you're a girl!"
"Well, of course I'm a girl! What else would I be; have you ever seen a boy with long hair like this?" As I stood, I ran my fingers through my dark brown hair, realising that it had grown a substantial amount in the past three months. "Well...your hair is long too. It's very...nice, you know."
"...thanks." I touch his hair. Surprisingly it's soft; the frosted, lighter coloured tips are a little weird, though. But other than that, it's very nice. "What's your name?"
"Alannah," I reply to him, cupping his thin cheek with the rubicund coloured skin. My eyes are low and...ugh, why am I doing this? "What's yours?"
"James. You can call me Jimmy, if you will." He took my hand away and told me to sit down, like he was, legs folded Indian style. I felt a little embarrassed that I didn't pull my hand away sooner...why didn't I? "What brings you here?"
All I could remember at that point was my father's words, striking my nerves as we sat at the dinner table. I don't know what I did; he just angrily pushed me up the stairs, telling me that I wasn't going to be able to eat for the night. ...I haven't done so in about four days now...
"I'm just waiting for my real family to come back and take me away...love me and feed me..." I said softly. "I want them to come back for me, that's all."
"I think the same way, too." He pointed at the bright and also dull stars in the night sky. "They're everywhere. Why did they have to drop us off here? This is the worst place to be; my so-called mother likes to let me do all of the hardest work on the farm...it's pretty annoying. Just school, home, work. I have no time for anything else, unless she's sleeping. That's why I come here."
"I just found this place. It's really beautiful, and I needed to get away from my stupid father, always locking me in my room..." I pouted, feeling and sort of seeing the pink and veining linings of my bottom lip. "Where are my real parents when you need them?"
"They'll come back, for the both of us, for sure. Don't worry about the small things you're in now; when they come back, we'll be as happy as can be." He smiled at me, all of his teeth showing through his perfect grin. I was entranced. You never find someone that's the same as you, holding all of your beliefs dear! This is far out.
I smirk back, laying down, pointing at the constellations in the starry night. We also found a nearby jar and caught plenty of lightning bugs, but soon enough let them go and caught them again. We had so much fun; you know even though he is a "stranger" to me, it seemed as if we knew each other for all of our lives.
I laid down, grabbing two fistfuls of grass and gently let go of them, continuing this exercise repeatedly.
"I got deja vu when I first seen you. Like I've known you a long time." Jimmy laid down beside me, laying his hand on my belly. My empty belly. It started to growl, so embarrassingly, I sat up and made him get off of me.
"I'm sorry...I'm just a -"
"- a little hungry, huh?" I nodded, blushing in discomfiture. "Come on; I'll make you something."
I was grateful, accepting anything he had to offer; he said that I was "a bit tall but still a girl," so he got me two meat sandwiches, a hard-boiled egg, a cookie, and a glass of milk. We had the same dish, our "dinner, if you will. I ate (and drank) it all quickly, thanking him frequently.
"I haven't eaten too much in four days except breakfast. Thank you again, because if it wasn't for you, I still wouldn't've eaten."
"That's not good. You're a girl! Girls have to eat until their stomachs ache, so that they can have enough nutrients in their little girly bodies, right, Alannah?"
The way Jimmy said my name was quite cute. I stared at the moon as I answered him, taking my hand into my other one, left on top of the right. All lefties do that, right?
"Mmm-hmm! Jimmy, you're absolutely right; girls should eat that much. But if you talk to my father, he'll just say that "those who need discipline get discipline." He doesn't really care too much. But at least I've still got a roof over my head, I guess."
"Your father doesn't know how to treat a woman, no offense. If you lived with me, you'd be a happier person, I'd promise you that." He laughed. "My mom is an asshole, though. At least I'd know how to treat you."
"If only everyone had your mind, this world would be a better place." I said warmly to him. "Promise me you'll keep that motto in your head?"
"I'll always stick by it. That's what a man is supposed to do." Right there...I nearly kissed him. Jimmy. A person I didn't know that well! Who would've thought...that I'd be capable of such feelings. I got up to leave, but Jimmy tugged at the hems of my patchy green dress. "Promise me you'll stay here and not leave me alone?"
I inadvertently sat back down, next to his body. I obeyed him! Maybe it was just the look in his eyes...yeah, probably. But for some reason, I wanted to stay with him all night, staring at the nefariously beautiful sky until the night turned into day. Why do I want that? Why do I like Jimmy so much?
I intertwined my pinky finger with his, promising that I won't leave him for the night. I promised, so I'll stay true to what I say, no matter what, no matter what my punishment from Father may be.
Hmm...guess my thoughts don't seem to matter, as long as it's about someone I seemingly love...what is love, again?
Jimmy began to chuckle; I didn't know why, so I just stared at him inquisitively.
"You know, half of the time my mom keeps me in my room and shouts at me...I don't know why it even happens. I guess it's the monthly PMS she gets, I don't know. More like, I'll never know."
What is PMS? Is that like a form of polio? Polio...Minute System...?
"I couldn't possibly know what wrongdoings I do, either. Why does my father force me up into my room, making me go to sleep without dinner? I have no iclue. It bothers me to know that he'd do that, and how he could treat a human being that way..."
"But are we really human beings? You said it yourself, you're waiting for your family to come back, take you away and love you...right?" Jimmy asked. "I feel the exact same way. We're just two people who happen to know what our true lives were, so please don't call yourself a human being, because that's not what we are."
My heart is racing. He knows what I feel; he knows me as a person. Kindred spirits? Maybe. Lovers? ...nah, not until I find out the true meaning of that word...
"Hey, Jimmy?" He peered into my soul with his green eyes that the moon lit up in complete animation...the movement of his eyes made my body want to cradle him to my chest tightly...okay, now I'm getting really worried about myself...what the hell is going on here? "...what do you think is right?"
"As far as what?" He turned to me, his blue but dirty overalls loose off of his body. "Are we still talking about our real families?"
I shook my head, hand reaching to his own and squeezing it lovingly. I still had my eyes fixated on him and his...orbs. How pretty...
"No...what do you think is right as far as..." I lost all words. Everything that I had thought of, I forgot. Immediately. "...um...never mind..."
"I understand. I get that way sometimes, especially if I'm angry about something..." Now instead of me nearly kissing him, it was the other way around. I pulled myself away, staring back at the celestial bodies in the skies.
"I know, I know...but when you're stuck on someone's pretty eyes, you can't help but lose the words!"
"You think my eyes are pretty?" Jimmy asked. I was a bit nervous after I've heard that from him. Had no idea how to reply to that! "That's really respectable of you to say; I really like yours, too."
It was kind for him to compliment me. I did do the same of his, though...but we almost kissed. Obviously Jimmy feels the same way! I don't condone the fact that we almost done this a few times, but hey...that's what happens when a boy and a girl are paired together while they want to get away from their families for hours, huh?
"Th-thank you." I muttered. Jimmy just kept touching my face, until his hands motioned down to my paper-thin lips, gently squeezing them. I was really nervous at that time, my mind only focusing on Jimmy and his hands.
"You're really cute. Did you know that? I was just a little shocked about you being around this way because I knew nothing of a girl who actually lived around here." He bent his head down, but I looked away, turning my head along with my eyes.
"I-I think that I should go..."
"...please, just stay here, Alannah. I like company, and it gets lonely here quite quickly..." He paused, staring at my lonely face. "I'm sorry. You really are cute...I meant it all."
He hugged me close, his arms wrapping around my figure tightly. We stayed quiet for about an hour, then I lied down across his lap; he was stroking my hair scalp so soothingly that I began to fall asleep...which I eventually did.
~~A FEW HOURS LATER~~
"...nah...Alannah, please, wake up! Wake up!" I felt someone quietly shaking me, the touch soft and calming. It was a little cold, and as I looked up, I noticed someone, a person who I thought I hadn't met before...until I noticed that it was Jimmy, still allowing me to lie down on his lap.
"Where...where am I?" I questioned stupidly.
"You're in our secret hiding place...but look. You have to go back to your home as fast as possible so you won't get in trouble."
I blinked my eyes, staring at him with blaring, bloodshot red eyes. "What time is it, Jimmy?"
"Six-thirty. I wanted to wake you early because I had no idea when your dad would get up and go to work...but...yeah. Go home; I'll meet you here at around eight tonight."
"...promise?" I asked, holding his hand in silence. He nodded his head, gently kissing my cheek.
"Promise. Now go; I'll meet you here later on." Jimmy helped me up and we hugged for the last time this morning. I sped off half-tiredly because I had realised that Father got up for work at six forty-five. Will I make it? Will I be able to avoid the "punishment? Stay tuned for the –
What a load of bullocks. But I made it; I climbed up the ladder to my room on the second story and I quickly hopped into bed to let Father think that I was in here asleep the whole time – basically I was knocked out outside, but hey, who's counting?
"Alannah...wake up; get ready for school." he shook me and there I was, pretending to wake up to his touch. "Get up. It's almost time for school."
"...yes, Sir." I hopped out of my warm bed to go back into the summer cold. It actually began to rain a little bit; I'm lucky that Jimmy woke me up at the right time. Father looked at me, hand on his chin, other hand resting on top of his reddish brown hair.
"Also, I'll be working a night shift too, so I will only be home later to catch a few hours of sleep." I nodded. Thank God, I'll actually eat dinner today, and maybe...see Jimmy a bit longer?
"I need to change, Sir." I say, closing the door. Father grunted and left out the door, then leaving the house. About a few minutes after he had revved up the truck and drive off, I heard a couple taps at my window. I look over. It's Jimmy! Thank God I was fully clothed, because it would've been awkward if he seen me in my training bra and underwear...
"Hey, my mom just left; I just wanted to say hello." He said with another big smile. I gazed into his eyes again; still shy, still beautiful...
"Well, hello...but wait. How did you know I lived here?"
"I watched you as you ran away. It was in another direction, so I got up to see where you were going. To be honest, Alannah, you run really funny!" Jimmy's laugh made the whole conversation really embarrassing.
"How dare you poke fun at my running skills!" I shouted, face a bit red. "It has to be impossible; I don't run so bad!" Then I paused, after all of that humiliating howls at him. "Hey...I have school in about fifteen minutes."
"Yeah? Me too...I'm pretty sure we go to the same school, so...walk together?" He extended his hand out to me; reluctantly I took it with mine. We didn't do this when we were outside, weirdly enough. The two of us just started talking about absolutely nothing, pointing things out, like this one bald eagle we had seen, as we walked down into the countryside to get to our destination.
How did I never notice that Jimmy sat next to me in school? We go to a school that has only one classroom, teaching us everything – from English to science – by the same teacher, Mrs. Skelton. I'm used to it, so I'm okay with it, but Jimmy and a girl with the same name as me don't like the idea too much.
"When you go to a big name university, Alannah, you'd have to get used to being jumbled around and seeing many different teachers, because it's normal," Jimmy said while we were swinging on the same swings. Alanna, the blonde haired blue eyed "beauty" stood below us until Jimmy decided he wanted her to have a turn as well. The breeze shot through her long hair while she projected herself in a steady motion.
"The two of you are the smartest kids in the class; no wonder everyone's jealous of you...you should already be in college, or at least, getting ready for it."
"Well...what's so different about going here and going to a university?" I asked. "They are both schools. There's no real difference, is there?"
"Yeah, they're both schools, that's true...but universities are humongous." Jimmy went back on the swings after I got off. "You'd love it; it's definitely different than this run-down place here."
I don't think I would. I don't like being in different environments; I hate to be the subject of change. Jimmy was new, but I really like him...it's been only a day since I've met him, and I already feel as if I'm in love.
The bell rang, so I went back in the school, barely listening to the "conversation" that Alanna and Jimmy were having together about how "better" universities are...at least I know what their topics were...
Time for lunch. Unfortunately I didn't bring any with me, so I'll be without.
"Aww, hey, Alannah, do you have anything to eat?" Jimmy asked me. Alanna left, and now it was just him and I at the table, lonely as ever. I shook my head, and he softly smiled, pulling up his book bag, taking out two brown paper bags.
"This one is for you." I was shocked; he got me lunch today? I couldn't thank him more.
"Thank you!" I kissed him on the cheek. "So...will you meet me at our place?"
Jimmy nodded. "Yes, but I'll actually be there earlier than eight, because I like being with my friend." How flattering. "I met you yesterday...and you're a pretty girl. It's awkward that we're almost the same height."
"Almost the same height? No, we are the same height. I can look at you in the eyes without having to bend my head a bit."
"...touché." Jimmy laughed, putting his hand through his shoulder-length hair. He pulled out a sandwich and opened his bag of chips, pulling apart the bread from the meat ad sprinkling the Lay's chips atop the meat. That looked pretty gross, but somehow pretty good. He took a bite, smiling at me as he munched away. "Try it, it's good." He responded to my sour face.
So I did as he suggested. When I tried it, the mixture was odd but delicious. The bread stuck to the roof of my mouth, though. We ate that along with and apple and a bottle of cold milk for lunch. Very refreshing, especially for my stomach.
We're off to Mrs. Skelton's class...again. Mathematics, this time. We're learning about multiplication by the number eleven today. My, let's learn something I already know about today (did you hear my sarcasm?)!
We knew every number times eleven by the time our school day was over. 11, 22, 33, 44, 55, 66, 77, 88, 99...we knew it, forever burned in our minds. I hope when I'm sleeping, those will not be in my mind. I want to think of my real-life "alien" family taking me to the home where I really belong. I want Jimmy to come along, too. I'd love that.
~~FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER~~
"See you later, Jimmy!" I said to him.
"Yeah, seven-thirty, if you can make it!" He said back to me. He ran to his home; I walked to mine. Calmly, slowly, with ease. I wanted to savour the moment of being outside, I want to enjoy myself and my freedom. After all, America is "the land of the free," right? That's why I have the right to do whatever I want to, to leave my room to meet Jimmy. As an American...I guess.
Dad is sleeping on the couch, his legs and feet spilling over the loveseat. He was snoring a bit, and on the wooden table, there was a note. "Alannah, wake me up at seven. I need to go back to work."
"Alrighty, then..." I said, folding the paper back up and facing him again. I make myself some food and head up the stairs...I thought about Jimmy and him giving the meal he gave me, so I headed back downstairs and made him some, too. It's always two sandwiches, but these were bologna this time. Two bags of Lay's chips. Two bottles of orange juice. Two cookies. I really cared about Jimmy, and I hope that he'd understand how much I believe that he is my instant best friend. I'm really hungry, but I hold off from taking a bite of that sandwich because I want to eat with Jimmy, sitting beside him and laughing, catching those lightning bugs again.
It's six fifty-nine, nearly time for Dad to wake up. Only two minutes away, but you know...I'll wake him up anyway.
"Father, wake up, please...It's seven." His bloodshot red eyes stared at me, gently thanking me with his non-animated mouth.
"Thank you, baby," He said, stretching then rising off of the couch to hug me. Oddly. He grabbed his toothbrush, gripped up his toothpaste, and went to the bathroom, hurrying his brushing skills ad running out. Everything he had on was absolutely perfect, tie done right, grey suit straight and neat...I like his outfit. It really brings out – okay, I do not like his outfit. It looks awful. Terrible. Anything but that, and he just ran out of the door with that...monstrosity on. But, you know, oh well. He's going to be gone for a few hours, and I'll be able to go back to Jimmy quicker, but he'll be back out there at seven thirty. His meal will be waiting for him. With a smile and a giggle from me.