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Chapter 12: Roller Coaster Of Feelings
"So I spilled it… I spilled it all. I spilled how Bill wants to fuck her. I spilled how I don’t believe she should be with him."
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I couldn’t sleep all Saturday night. I kept replaying that moment in my head. I’m such a dick… Was this the end? Was she not going to talk to me? Should I go visit? I was freaking. I didn’t want to lose Ace as a friend. Even if I could never have her, staying friends meant the world to me still.
I woke up early on Sunday to think out what I’d do. I had so many options. I could send her a message on the window? Nahh, she might think that’s weird that after all this time, I spring something like that on her. Maybe I could say my mom invited her over for dinner? But then I’d have to let my mom know and she’d get suspicious. Maybe I could ask Bill? He’d probably act like a dick and then tell me again about how he’s going to ‘fuck her brains out’.
Then, from the window I could hear Led Zeppelin playing. I caught a glimpse of Ace through the window and then I remembered what Bill had said. I could sneak a peek if I ever wanted to, but why would I jeopardize our good friendship? Although some days it was pretty fucking tempting.
I quickly grab the jeans that I hung over my closet knob and pulled them up. I was in such a hurry I almost caught my dick in the zipper… fucking pants. I quickly hurry downstairs, catching my mom in the process.
“Jeffrey, where do you think you’re going?” She came out of nowhere, like moms usually do.
“I was just going to go see Alyce for a second. She’s pretty bummed out about her mom not being home for her birthday and all.” I try to hide my obvious jitters.
“You mean to tell me her mother isn’t home for her birthday?”
“No ma’am.” I grab my sneakers and try to slip them on quickly.
“Well we’ll just have to throw her a surprise party, won’t we?”
“I guess.” Hurry up mom…
“If I give you some money will you pick up some milk for me? I need to bake a cake for her.” She reaches for her purse.
“Sure thing mom. Can I go after I come back from seeing her?” I fuck up on tying my laces. Figures.
“Jeffrey Dean Isbell, I’m not asking you for the world. Could you please make an exception this one time?” I let out a sigh and roll my eyes.
“Don’t you roll your eyes at me mister.” She gives me a stern look. Not like I haven’t seen that look before.
“Sorry ma, but I really gotta go.” I grab the money from her hand and run off out the door, almost falling flat on my face in the process.
I tuck the money in my back pocket for safe keeping, since of course; I grabbed the jeans with the rip in the front pocket. My hands tremble as I reach for Alyce’s doorbell. This could go amazingly well, or I could end up in the 1960 movie, Psycho.
Ace peeked her head out from the door.
“Oh…hi.” She sure sounds enthusiastic. In the distance ‘The Rain Song’ played.
“Hey. Can I ughh… come in?” I should have rehearsed…
With a quick nod and a ‘sure’, she lets me into her house. Now I just need to not make myself look like a total idiot, and I should be fine.
“Where’s Bill… I haven’t seen him since yesterday.”
“I dunno.”
God damnit… Ace wasn’t wearing any pants. Today out of all days, she chooses not to wear pants? She had on her Deep Purple shirt she had gotten from a thrift shop and honestly, that wasn’t covering up her body well enough.
I situated myself on her couch trying to contain my eagerness.
“Okay why are you here Izzy?” Why WAS I here again? Oh right…
“I wanted to say sorry for actin’ like a dick.” I tuck some of my hair behind my ear, trying to diffuse the bomb in my pants.
“Is that all?” She had her hand on her hip which made the t-shirt stick to her figure. Oh boy.
“Pretty much. Also I heard you playing some Led Zeppelin and I figured hey… Led Zeppelin.” I try to smile at her. I probably looked like an idiot. That was what I was best at doing anyways.
“Alright well…it’s up in my room if you want to come listen to it?” Fuck…
Without a word, I push past her and run up the stairs. Stairs always work when it comes to settling the neighbors downstairs, if you get my drift. When we got to her room, Ace went straight for the record player. My guess was to turn it over. I watched her as she leaned over and I knew I had to think of something else. I sat on her bed and started counting the tiles on her ceiling. I leaned back on my elbows so that I had to concentrate on keeping steady. One tile, two tiles, three tiles.
“I noticed that you’ve been weirder lately.” I hear her chuckle.
“Weirder? Was I weird before?” I choke out a laugh. Ten tiles, eleven tiles.
“Of course you were. That’s why we’re friends.” From my peripheral I can see that she’s giving me one of her ‘I know I’m sexy’ smiles. Argh…
“Yeah…friends…”
Then I’m on auto pilot. I listen and answer, but really, I couldn’t tell you what she said. Then I hear the door click. She locked it. Fuck. Crossing legs in three, two, one…
“Do I make you uncomfortable?” She comes to sit next to me. I can smell her strawberry shampoo. What was the conversation about again? I start to panic. Think, think, think…
“Please Izzy just answer me.” I wish I could have, but I frankly had no idea what the fuck we were talking about.
She decides to sit down next to me. Smart move. I try and concentrate, but I can’t seem to even remember why I’m here. Ace does this to me all the time. I zone out because I can’t stop looking at her, and then she gets mad when I don’t answer…
"Fine...I guess I'll go ask Bill then..." Oh that’s right. Bill… I’m going to tell her about Bill…Suddenly I regret everything.
Quickly I grab her arm and pull her back in my direction.
“What?”
“I can’t let you go over there” Here we go…
“Why the fuck not?”
“Please sit down. I really need to tell you something…”
So I spilled it… I spilled it all. I spilled how Bill wants to fuck her. I spilled how I don’t believe she should be with him. All the while I tried to hide my eagerness to; I guess you can say ‘love her’. I mean, what else was I supposed to do? I can’t let Bill take advantage of her like that. Ace is beautiful, she’s smart and quite frankly I’d be scared if Bill were to follow in his dad’s footsteps. I don’t know what I’d do if he ever hit her… I’d be in jail for life if he did…
“I can’t stop thinking about you…in a bad way.”
“What do you mean?” I gulp as she smiles at my vulnerability.
“I can’t put it into words…”
“Show me?”
My stomach turns as if I’m on a roller coaster ride… Here we go!
Enjoy, and don't forget to give it a review! :) xx
I woke up early on Sunday to think out what I’d do. I had so many options. I could send her a message on the window? Nahh, she might think that’s weird that after all this time, I spring something like that on her. Maybe I could say my mom invited her over for dinner? But then I’d have to let my mom know and she’d get suspicious. Maybe I could ask Bill? He’d probably act like a dick and then tell me again about how he’s going to ‘fuck her brains out’.
Then, from the window I could hear Led Zeppelin playing. I caught a glimpse of Ace through the window and then I remembered what Bill had said. I could sneak a peek if I ever wanted to, but why would I jeopardize our good friendship? Although some days it was pretty fucking tempting.
I quickly grab the jeans that I hung over my closet knob and pulled them up. I was in such a hurry I almost caught my dick in the zipper… fucking pants. I quickly hurry downstairs, catching my mom in the process.
“Jeffrey, where do you think you’re going?” She came out of nowhere, like moms usually do.
“I was just going to go see Alyce for a second. She’s pretty bummed out about her mom not being home for her birthday and all.” I try to hide my obvious jitters.
“You mean to tell me her mother isn’t home for her birthday?”
“No ma’am.” I grab my sneakers and try to slip them on quickly.
“Well we’ll just have to throw her a surprise party, won’t we?”
“I guess.” Hurry up mom…
“If I give you some money will you pick up some milk for me? I need to bake a cake for her.” She reaches for her purse.
“Sure thing mom. Can I go after I come back from seeing her?” I fuck up on tying my laces. Figures.
“Jeffrey Dean Isbell, I’m not asking you for the world. Could you please make an exception this one time?” I let out a sigh and roll my eyes.
“Don’t you roll your eyes at me mister.” She gives me a stern look. Not like I haven’t seen that look before.
“Sorry ma, but I really gotta go.” I grab the money from her hand and run off out the door, almost falling flat on my face in the process.
I tuck the money in my back pocket for safe keeping, since of course; I grabbed the jeans with the rip in the front pocket. My hands tremble as I reach for Alyce’s doorbell. This could go amazingly well, or I could end up in the 1960 movie, Psycho.
Ace peeked her head out from the door.
“Oh…hi.” She sure sounds enthusiastic. In the distance ‘The Rain Song’ played.
“Hey. Can I ughh… come in?” I should have rehearsed…
With a quick nod and a ‘sure’, she lets me into her house. Now I just need to not make myself look like a total idiot, and I should be fine.
“Where’s Bill… I haven’t seen him since yesterday.”
“I dunno.”
God damnit… Ace wasn’t wearing any pants. Today out of all days, she chooses not to wear pants? She had on her Deep Purple shirt she had gotten from a thrift shop and honestly, that wasn’t covering up her body well enough.
I situated myself on her couch trying to contain my eagerness.
“Okay why are you here Izzy?” Why WAS I here again? Oh right…
“I wanted to say sorry for actin’ like a dick.” I tuck some of my hair behind my ear, trying to diffuse the bomb in my pants.
“Is that all?” She had her hand on her hip which made the t-shirt stick to her figure. Oh boy.
“Pretty much. Also I heard you playing some Led Zeppelin and I figured hey… Led Zeppelin.” I try to smile at her. I probably looked like an idiot. That was what I was best at doing anyways.
“Alright well…it’s up in my room if you want to come listen to it?” Fuck…
Without a word, I push past her and run up the stairs. Stairs always work when it comes to settling the neighbors downstairs, if you get my drift. When we got to her room, Ace went straight for the record player. My guess was to turn it over. I watched her as she leaned over and I knew I had to think of something else. I sat on her bed and started counting the tiles on her ceiling. I leaned back on my elbows so that I had to concentrate on keeping steady. One tile, two tiles, three tiles.
“I noticed that you’ve been weirder lately.” I hear her chuckle.
“Weirder? Was I weird before?” I choke out a laugh. Ten tiles, eleven tiles.
“Of course you were. That’s why we’re friends.” From my peripheral I can see that she’s giving me one of her ‘I know I’m sexy’ smiles. Argh…
“Yeah…friends…”
Then I’m on auto pilot. I listen and answer, but really, I couldn’t tell you what she said. Then I hear the door click. She locked it. Fuck. Crossing legs in three, two, one…
“Do I make you uncomfortable?” She comes to sit next to me. I can smell her strawberry shampoo. What was the conversation about again? I start to panic. Think, think, think…
“Please Izzy just answer me.” I wish I could have, but I frankly had no idea what the fuck we were talking about.
She decides to sit down next to me. Smart move. I try and concentrate, but I can’t seem to even remember why I’m here. Ace does this to me all the time. I zone out because I can’t stop looking at her, and then she gets mad when I don’t answer…
"Fine...I guess I'll go ask Bill then..." Oh that’s right. Bill… I’m going to tell her about Bill…Suddenly I regret everything.
Quickly I grab her arm and pull her back in my direction.
“What?”
“I can’t let you go over there” Here we go…
“Why the fuck not?”
“Please sit down. I really need to tell you something…”
So I spilled it… I spilled it all. I spilled how Bill wants to fuck her. I spilled how I don’t believe she should be with him. All the while I tried to hide my eagerness to; I guess you can say ‘love her’. I mean, what else was I supposed to do? I can’t let Bill take advantage of her like that. Ace is beautiful, she’s smart and quite frankly I’d be scared if Bill were to follow in his dad’s footsteps. I don’t know what I’d do if he ever hit her… I’d be in jail for life if he did…
“I can’t stop thinking about you…in a bad way.”
“What do you mean?” I gulp as she smiles at my vulnerability.
“I can’t put it into words…”
“Show me?”
My stomach turns as if I’m on a roller coaster ride… Here we go!
Enjoy, and don't forget to give it a review! :) xx
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