Date: Mon, 06 Dec 2004 22:26:42 -0600
From: James Clark <niftywriterjc@hotmail.com>
Subject: Out of a Dream; Chapter 12-- After the Dance, Before the Party
I listed the stories that my friend tim wrote here, I hope you'll check
them out. For those of you that might want to email me, I'd prefer that
you use my hotmail address, its easier on me to check it. Yahoo and my
computer don't get along too well. You can get me at
niftywriterjc@hotmail.com
Stories by tim the story guy:
Starting Over - in the no-sex section (completed 11/20/04)
Training Day - in the adult/youth section (completed 9/17/04)
What A Gas! - in the adult/youth section (last update 11/25/04)
Sweet Sixteen - in the sci-fi/fantasy section (completed 11/13/04)
Allen & Allen 2 - in the high school section (last update 11/22/04)
No One Else - in the high school section (last update 11/23/04)
Fate - in the high school section (completed 5/21/04)
Out of a Dream
by:
James Clark
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I'm sticking to it! Thank you and enjoy the story! By the way... BEWARE
THE GNOMES!! (read tim's story Allen if you wanna get that joke, lol) I
just hope the gnomes weren't copyrighted as well...
Chapter 12-- After the Dance, but Before the Party
The doctor that had woken me up patched me up as well as he could,
and told me my nose would be fine in a few days, and would heal up soon.
If you've never had a broken nose, you should know that it really isn't
fun, and the swelling and discoloration set in pretty quick. I called my
mom on the payphone with a quarter the doctor handed me while Wyatt sat
in the lobby reading a magazine, and explained a bit of what happened
between us.
"Mom, we got into a bit of trouble up here at the hospital.
Wyatt's dad was here, and I'll explain it all when we get there. The
doctor just asked me to call you and let you know what had happened, and
that we were allright", I said when she answered the phone.
"What happened?! Are you and Wyatt okay?!", she asked me,
alarmed. My mom has always been very careful of her kids, she's one of
those lion-type mothers, that won't let anyone hurt her kids. She's
great, but it gets aggravating sometimes.
"Yeah, mom, we're fine. His dad came at me when he saw us
together, and I have a broken nose now, but he'll be in jail for a
while. I'm fine, though, before you worry. It doesn't even hurt that
bad", I lied.
"Bullshit", she said, seeing right through me. "I've had a broken
nose before, and it hurts something terrible. Plus, you sound like
somebody plugged up your nose with gauze. You just hurry back, and tell
me what's going on. I can't have you in all this mess, so you have to
tell me everything that's happening, and I promise I'll do everything I
can to help you two out. The kids are home now, and I have to run. They
want their food", she said with a chuckle. "Don't take too long, but
stop by the store on your way to get a jug of milk. That'll give you
and Wyatt some time to talk about all this, and think about what you'll
do. I hope you'll decide to tell me willingly, but I will pry it out of
you if you don't."
"Yes ma'am, I'll get some milk. I'll talk to you when I get there,
and I love you."
"Allright, James, hurry back. I love you too", she replied, then
hung up the phone. It still amazes me how much she knows, even though I
don't tell her. Sometimes I think she must be psychic.
"Are you ready to go now, James?", Wyatt asked me. I nearly jumped
out of my skin until I realized that it was him; I didn't see him walk up
to me.
"Yeah, angel. I'm ready. Are you ok?", I asked him.
"I'm okay, I guess. Thank you, James. I'm so glad you're my
boyfriend", Wyatt said.
"Don't worry about all this", I said as I wrapped my arms around
him. He smelled of cologne... adidas moves, if I'm not mistaken. I
buried my nose in his neck as much as I could with it being so fucked up,
taking in that comforting scent, even though it was a bit painful to
breathe through my nose. It made me feel so safe, because in the first
place, he was the one with the most courage; he approached me, and pulled
me out of my shell. It's because of him that I'd hit Roger, because I
love Wyatt, more than anything, and I'd take on the devil himself if I
had to in order to protect him. Roger wasn't shit, and this broken nose
wasn't shit. The only thing that mattered was that he was allright, and
we were together. I loved him so much, and I could never tell anyone
accurately how much he means to me.
Wyatt pulled me off of him, and kissed me on the lips. I was a
little alarmed at first, thinking that it was a public place, but I let
all those cares go as his lips caressed mine. It wasn't too long, but it
was what we both needed at that moment.
"Let's go, babe. I'll never let anything like this happen again",
he said to me. Then, he grabbed my hand to let me know that he didn't
care what other people thought anymore, and we walked out to the car. We
stopped off at Piggly Wiggly, because it was closer, and then we headed
for home. We walked inside, and the little kids attacked. My 11-year
old sister, Jessica, ran up and hugged me, along with Michael (6), and
Savannah (9).
"We missed you Bubby!!", they yelled, almost in unison. I just
laughed as I tugged them off of me. Then, Savannah noticed my face, and
made her usual announcement about everything that happens. She's the
talkative one.
"BUBBY GOT HURT MAMA!!!!!!!!!", she yelled out. Then, she hugged
me again, tighter this time. Savannah's the most caring one of the
bunch, and she looks just like my mom.
My mom walked into the living room, and walked over to me. The
kids had now discovered Wyatt's presence, and there was a steady stream
of questions and amusing answers between them.
"He really did get you... what are they going to do about it?",
she said as she tilted my face to have a better look at me.
"They arrested him, and he'll be charged with assault, so I'm
assuming he'll be there for a while unless he has a good lawyer", I said.
"Well, I'll let you and him alone until the kids are asleep
tonight. Then, you'll explain all of this. And, I want the whole story,
allright?", she said.
"Yes ma'am. I was wondering... Wyatt doesn't really have a place
to stay, so...", I trailed off.
"Sure, he can stay here for as long as he needs to. Ya'll just go
to his house and get whatever he needs. Heather called when you were on
your way back, and she asked if you two would meet her in the park by the
field house at four. I told her I'd tell you to call her back and let
you know. I wouldn't mind you going to let her know you're allright.
I'm assuming she played some part in all of this. Now, I want a hug.
You scare me too much, you know", she said.
"Thanks, mom", I said as I wrapped my arms around her.
"Now", she said as she pulled back from me. "You'd better go ahead
and call her, it's about three-thirty right now."
"Wyatt, I'm going to call Heather, and she wants us to meet up with
her in the park, ok?", I asked him.
"Okay, no problem", he said as he waded away from the little kids,
who were still bombarding him. I called Heather, and she asked us to
just wait to talk till we get to the park. I wondered what was up, but I
knew that she'd be ok. Heather is one of the few people that I have
complete confidence in. She can take care of herself no matter what.
We got back in my car, and headed for the park. I was so tired of
driving now. You think when you don't have a license that you'd always
love to drive, but it gets old fast. We got to the park, and parked in
front of the field house, then got out. After a couple of minutes, Amy
drove up with Heather in tow. Amy's really cool, too. I always was
pretty fond of her. I just don't know her as well as I do Heather.
Heather got out, and Amy drove off. Amy is one of Heather's good
friends, and since Heather doesn't have a car, when she needs a ride, Amy
takes care of it. They're tight like that.
"Hey, James!! Hey, Wyatt!!", she yelled out as she stuck a Newport
in the corner of her mouth, and fished through her purse. She was still
looking when she'd walked all the way over to us. I took my lighter out
of my pocket, and lit it for her, smiling. She never could keep up with
a lighter, I don't know why. She smiled back, and leaned in to light her
cig.
"So, what's this on your face, James? Are you ok? Oh, my gosh, it
looks worse up close, though", she said. Its really hard to catch her by
surprise. She seems always somewhat calm. That was probably a
side-effect of being stoned two thirds of the time.
"My dad met us at the hospital, and he wasn't too happy that I was
with James", Wyatt told her. Her eyes widened for a moment as her
naturally pouty red lips sucked on the cigarette. She blew out the
smoke.
"I thought something like that might've happened. I'm sorry it
happened, and I wish I could've done something about it. I thought we
had your dad pretty fooled, Wyatt!", she said, smiling again. She really
is a pretty girl, and I would probably have gone with her if I was
straight, but she retains a significant uniqueness. She only looks sober
when she's not. She has beautiful hair, dark brown and full of body,
along with those lips reminiscent of the actor Angelina Jolie's. She has
a light complexion, with flawless skin. I guess a straight guy would
call her "hot", but to me she's just my very beautiful friend, and I
appreciate that beauty the way I would the beauty of a Botticelli or Van
Gogh painting. Her personality reminds me of Van Gogh's "Starry Night";
a little twisted in perspective, but very fun.
"I guess we did, but he just showed up at the wrong time. Thanks
for worrying about us though, Heather", Wyatt told her. Sometimes I
believe he can read her feelings much better than I can. Heather's
always been a bit of a mystery to me, but his blue eyes pierce her veil,
I guess. I'm glad, though, for her support.
"Well, what's up, Heather?", I asked her.
"Oh, well, nothing much, just checking up on my favorite queers in
the whole world", she said with a sly smile. It really is impossible for
Heather to offend anyone; she has that gift.
"Actually, though, I was hoping you'd come with me to a party. Its
not gonna be anyone we know there, its more of a punk thing. You might
want to change before we get there. We're gonna have to introduce Wyatt
to the whole mosh scene, James", she said.
"Mosh?", Wyatt asked, thoroughly confused. Heather and I liked
punk rock, and these parties were always a lot of fun. We used to go to
a lot of them, but everything eventually slows down. However, if you can
even know what I'm talking about, you'll agree. There's nothing like the
feeling in a mosh pit. The music becomes alive, pulsing through you, and
the pit becomes a living thing as well. Its really great, and there's
nothing like it. Plus, today was the last non-school night. So, we were
going to have fun.
"Let's go to my house, Heather, and get Wyatt dressed properly", I
said with a sly grin. I used to be completely punk, but I'd given up
most of it when uniforms at school had come into play. I still love it,
though. I'm a rebel at heart.
We headed back to my house, and after saying hi to my mom and the
kids, went back to my room to get Wyatt ready for the party.
Ok, that's it! Hope you liked it, and I'll have the next chapter out
very soon... the party's gonna get really exciting! Once again, email me
at niftywriterjc@hotmail.com Oh, and by the way, don't think that Roger
will go out without a bang!