Sundaes

The Next Door Neighbor

Lana never liked the heat and never liked how the bees buzzed near her porch every Summer. Her porch was the bees playground more than any porch in the neighbor hood. The young girl would roll up a Mad magazine and swat some for the fun of it, watching them fall.
This particular day she was tapping her bare foot on the porch to the sound of The Supremes. She finished off her ice cream cone just as her mother, Donna Andrews came out of the house wiping her hands on her apron. She noticed her daughter was sitting in a revealing way with one leg up and the other down showing a glimpse to her under things. Donna hit her thigh quickly.
"Hey what's that for?!" Lana shouted. She instantly placed her left foot down off the chair and rocked back and forth in the chair.
"Why are you listening to this?" Donna glared at the radio. Lana quickly stood up and began to dance. Her feet prancing on the porch.
"Cause mother it's nice." She turned and clapped her hands to the song. Donna shook her head and went back in side. Once the song ended Lana took a seat on the steps and the bees came slowly and cautiously.
"Oh no ya don't!" Lana leaped up yo grab her Mad magazine. She rolled it up and whacked one. "Gotcha!" She kept hitting them left and right.
"You wanna get stung!"
She looked up shocked. Who was there? "I'm right here turn around child!" She did. Her braids hitting her lightly when she turned. He looked at her and his mouth was open as if he wanted to say something but he couldn't.
She blinked at the handsome man and smirked. "Do you want me to stop or something?" She said sarcastically.
He quickly snapped out of it. She was beautiful but rude. "Just don't get stung little lady."
What a gentle man? "Oh I wouldn't dream of it you.." She was cut off by her mother. Donna came out and waved eagerly to the man.
"Oh my you must be the new neighbor. We've talked about you in the country club." Lana rolled her eyes at her mother and sat back in her rocking chair opening up her magazine. The man tried to listened to Donna go on about the country club and how great and suburban the neighborhood was but all he could hear was the sound of Janis Joplin singing and the rocking chair creaking. He directed his eyes slowly to her. Her long legs stretched out as she slouched in the chair undoing her braid absentminded, flicking each strand of red hair. He noticed the freckles on her legs and face and her shoulders. He inhaled the air sharply and could smell the cookies Donna was baking.
"Your cookies mother!" Lana shouted way too loud. Donna jumped and raced inside.
"Aaah don't burn!" She squealed.
Lana stood up and reached her arms up yawning slightly. He watched her even more noticing how her blonde lashes flickered. She opened her eyes and sighed deeply. "Hey?" She snapped her fingers and he looked at her directly in the eyes and noticed how brown they were. "If my mother saw you looking at me like that mister." His cheeks warmed up drastically. She laughed and roles up her magazine before she skipped back inside.
Donna could be heard scolding her for leaving the radio out side and on so loud. Lana simply brushed it off. He stood there embarrassed and memorized.

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"Must you always disrespect me?" Donna asked her fourteen year old daughter. Lana crawled up the television set and turned the dial. "I'm talking to you young lady!" She stomped her foot before turning the television off.
Lana sat up straight and looked up at her red faced mother.
"Oh yes Mother." She drawled. Her pleated skirt twirled as she rose to her feet and skipped over to the kitchen. Donna was on the brink of tears. Lana was use to it, her mother making everything such a dramatic event in which she had to cry it out. The fourteen year old poured herself a glass of lemonade and kicked her bare feet up on the kitchen table. Donna stormed in to the kitchen and with on swift move knocked Lana's feet off the table. "Hey you watch it!"
Donna's whole face was red. "You don't tell me what to do you little brat. Show some damn respect for once or I'll send you off to reformatory school!"
Lana settled her drink down and leaned back in the chair arms crossed over her chest. "We ain't got the money."
Donna reached and grabbed her thin pale freckled arm. "Hey!" She pulled her daughter up.
"I have plenty. Now go to your room!" Lana yanked her arm away and ran up stairs being sure to stomp as loud as she could and slam the door with so much force.
Stupid woman. How date she I wasn't even rude. If anything she is!, Lana thought.
Her room smelled of nail polish and perfume and a little bit of her shampoo it was a calm and relaxing scent but Lana wasn't the relaxing type. Her bed wasn't made the cover was on the floor as usual with her stuffed animals on it, her sheets were stained from nail polish and markers, books laid on her floor, she had kicked some clothes in to her closet, and her shoes were clumsily threw on to her dresser draw. She plopped down on her bed grabbing her stuffed rabbit. "I didn't do anything wrong to that woman she's just always trying to impress some body. I mean he isn't all that special! He's good looking but oh boy he's a fascist! I think." She fell back on to her bed and closed her eyes. "I wonder how old guys kiss. I mean I don't wanna kiss that old geezer....well he's not old old just nagging old like her." She stuck her tongue out at the ceiling. With a swing of her legs she stood up. "Well I'm not being stuck in here with out some music!" She opened her window and turned on her radio that was covered in stickers and postage stamps.
"You turn that music down!" Donna shouted. She turned it up more. "Oh turn it off!". Lana locked her room door and began dancing around her room carefully.

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He could hear the music of the young girl in his bed room. He sighed and closed his window but that didn't work it only made it a little less worse. He tired to ignore and went back to unpacking but from the corner of his green eyes he could see her dancing. She was an awful dancer but he wasn't noticing her dancing but how her body moved. He gulped knowing these feeling were wrong and tried to turn away but all he could do was stare. Then Donna came into her room. He quickly closed his curtains. He could hear Donna yelling at Lana and then the radio was cut off briefly after. He peaked from his curtain to see Lana all alone again. He cracked his window slightly and observed Lana close her window. She twirled ungracefully towards her bed and slipped on to it purposely. She scooted her legs on to the bed. She was still for a while but then she started to shake slightly hiding her face into her pillow. He felt bad for the girl.