* This is a little rough but i havent written stories since i was in grade school.
Your comments are much appricated and welcomed so PLEASE help me out,
and dont stop reading*
"Read it." she said handing me a photo-copy of a sheet of paper. "What is it?" I protested, already knowing the answer. "Will you just read it. Gawd, Why do you have to always be so difficult." More of a statement then a question. "Fine." I began reading.
::A friend since 8th grade,The person I can turn to no matter what:: Oh gawd, I thought, Not Poetry. I smiled and continued. ::I once saw you as my big brother,But somehow you turned into my lover,One of the few I can tell anything,And know you won't judge me,My mom doesn't approve of us being friends,And I get the feeling yours doesn't like me,But we're still friends,Secret lovers til the end,I'll never forget the inside jokes,And conversations that last til late at night,The days you would pick me up from school,And stay at my house til the last minute,One day we'll sit back and laugh about the day you had to pop off the screen and sneak out:: That wasnt funny. I swear that my life was over that day, or was soon going to be as soon as her mother caught on to the fact that i was hiding in the closet. Geez, I dont know how we lost track of time. Wait, yes I do. I continued reading ::I'm still a little mad about what happened in the last 3 months,But for some reason I can't hold a grudge and be mad at you for long,You say you love me, and though I've been hurt before, I think it's true,If God took you from my life, I don't know what I would do::
I folded back up the piece of paper and handed it back to her. "So what do you think?" she asked with all honesty in her eyes. That was suppose to be a poem, I thought, it sounded more like early warning signs to me. "It was unique." I responded.
"Unique good or unique bad"
"Not bad"
"But not good" she quibbled
"I didnt say that"
"You didnt have to. Gawd, Finian, you sound like my professor"
*Back and forth arguing continues in the background*
Gawd, how do i get myself in these situations?? I guess I've always had a way with woman. Not a good way or a bad way, just a way. Ever since i was five years old I was raised to treat woman with a, sort of, disrespect. It wasnt my fault. My father treat my mother like she was the queen of the Earth. I guess thats how come they loved Me. I learned that much from my father. But, my parents werent the only ones raising me.
Caden and Owen were my older brothers and everything my father tought me about woman by watching him, Caden and Owen thought me exactly the opposite through that same method of learning. Caden and Owen would have anywhere between three to seven different women at any given time. At first i believed, there is no way on this God's green earth any of these girls could know about each other. My brothers were what my mother affectionatly called "dogs". Now webster defined "dogs" as, a highly variable domestic mammal (Canis familiaris) closely related to the gray wolf. But I believe mom would disagree with Mr.Webster on how "domsticated" my brothers were. No, I believe she was saying, that without a leash, Caden and Owen would hump any leg that got too close. One girl after the other. I bet my brothers didnt even remember their names but, i did. Every last one of them; Jessica, Jennifer, Amanda, Ashley, Sarah, Stephanie, Melissa, Nicole, Elizabeth, Heather, Tiffany, Michelle, Amber, Megan, Amy, Rachel, Kimberly, Christin, Lauren, Crystal, Brittany, Jamie, boom, boom, boom, boom. You would have thought that my parents ran a brothel. I know my brothers must have caught enough infection diseases to have been to one or two. Granted, i was too young back then to realize what, if anything, my brothers were getting out of dating so many girls. One thing was for certain though, they NEVER went back to the same girl. So once your time was up, (girl running out of my parents house with tears running down her cheeks) you had to move on with your life.
So many girl, so may tear. I would see it ALL the time and wonder why would these girl continue to let my brothers do this to them. Wasnt there a woman's network to warn them about my brothers and other men like them. Did these girls simply not talk to each other. Why would they enter into something to willingly get their hearts broke. My moment of clarity didnt hit me until Owen's number twenty-seventh girlfriend, since I'd started counting, Peggy-Sue, a remarkable girl. She was beautiful, tall and tan; she was smart, top of her class; but I believe the thing that made her the most remarkable was the fact the she was Caden's twenty-first girlfriend since I'd started counting. What Was This Girl, A Fish!? No one could possibly tell me that her memory is so short to turn her from histarically crying girl number twenty-one for Caden and then girlfriend twenty-seven for Owen in just a few short weeks. That's when it hit me. They're not willingly entering into a contract to have their hearts broke. Them, theirselves were broken.
Now back to the situation at hand.
"I was just saying," I butted in in the middle of her rant, " you work has always been beyond me. I mean, you are the Emily Dickenson of our generation." She smiles. Works everytime, i thought.
