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Demipermanent Paradise
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Meteorite
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- Dec 6, 2024
“So? What do you think?” The older man patted the truck, beaming proudly at his messy-haired son.
“I-it’s amazing, Dad. Seriously? For me?” His dad was a car guy, always talking about which beast he’d like to one day rev the engines of. Demitri was more into the ideas of riding dragons and being with girls, but he entertained his dad’s car talk. He did like himself a nice car, but he couldn’t pretend to know much about them himself, just what he’d absorbed by listening to his old man ramble.
A large hand reached out to grab his bony shoulder and held him there warmly. “Yep, Son. And-” He scampered over to the tail and climbed in, ushering his son to follow. His strong arms reached up to grab a handle on some kind of track. “See this? Can ye grab it and pull it down for me?” He didn’t wait for an answer and reached for Demitri’s hand, who rolled his eyes at the impatience, but took over and grabbed the handle. “Alright, now pull it down,” he instructed as he mimicked the motion. Demitri tried, but wasn’t strong enough. He went for a two-hander just as his dad suggested it and they both laughed. He pulled and, still, no luck. “Ope, gotta’ pull the lever…” His dad pointed to a little latch that locked the panel in place. Demitri did as instructed, then pulled it down with both hands. “Ahhhh, what do ye’ think a that?” His dad absolutely beamed, shouting over the roar of the sliding mechanism as it revealed a window. “It’s fer all that stargazing you do.”
“Camping!” the excitement in his voice was obvious as he grinned back at his dad. “Dad, this is…”
“It’s from me and yer ma.”
His heart dropped completely. “Aw, I’ll thank her when we get home.”
“You’d do good ta! She’ll be devastated she had te miss seein ya get it. The ribbon was all her.”
He laughed. “You mean mom did that sloppy bow? No waaaay.” It was a tease, a joke, just like normal.
“Aw, ye caught me. It was her idea. You know, since she’s been sick-”
“I know.” The silence that fell after was thick, almost swampy. It choked and stank like bog water. He hated this. “Well, it was a nice thought. I’ll tell her you got it perfect.”
The mood shifted for his dad, who grinned and beamed, red-faced. He didn’t smell like alcohol… He really had quit. And it didn’t seem to matter at all. “Awww, you’d cover fer me like that? Even if it meant lyin' to yer mother, boy? Thank ye.” He grinned his toothy, innocent grin and Demitri couldn’t help but feel his stomach turn as he faked a genuine smile perfectly back, with his eyes crinkling and all.
“Alright, wanna go somewhere?”
“Naw, you jest leave me here.” They were out in the field not far from the local rec center where Ken had his weekly thing. “I got a call from the neighbors. Askin if I’d grab the girl from the library on me way home. She’ll be gettin done from there way before my meeting’s up… Want to take her home for me?” Demitri’s heart softened and he nodded.
“Sure, I’ll grab her. You better beat Craig at pool this time!” He couldn’t believe her parents were just going to let her wait until his dad finished to take her home. They just didn’t want to get off their asses and be there for their daughter because the instant, the absolute second that girl became “of age” suddenly she was on her own for everything except a house. It was disgusting. They treated their high school daughter like she was a roommate. And, ever since she was young, they’d made her “earn her keep” doing more chores than anyone he’d ever known. It went beyond doing some dishes and keeping her room clean, but he wasn’t going to let it get to him. It was a Thursday, but a long weekend, and there was a meteor shower this weekend.
The neighbors moved in when the girl was six, and Demitri was eight. She had fair, curly hair and these eyes that drew him in, big and bright like ice ringed with sapphire. She used to get angry and cuss everyone out when they first got there. Now, her hair was short and dark and she straightened it. She was polite and sweet. She never did anything wrong. Except sneak out past curfew to gaze at the sky with him, but she never got caught.
The truck drove much differently from the two-door sedan he was used to. It shook and sat much higher, like he was towering above all the little cars on the road. He wondered if any of the smallfries were cursing him over the reduced field of vision and smiled mischievously. Dice, as he called her, always seemed like a fan of bad boys. He laughed to himself. Well, this settled it… Aside from a little weirdness back there, the day had been… good. He was finally going to get over himself and ask his childhood best friend out on their trip.
When he arrived at the library, she was waiting there, the picture of feminine beauty. She had on an oversized, fluffy blue woolen sweater that was tucked into a straight skirt over leggings. Her boots were suede and great for running in the woods. She held her books against her soft round breasts and tucked her hair behind her ear as he stared in awe, mouth agape. She was too cute and sweet for the world they lived in. At least, half the time. There was always a sadness about her, a deep undercurrent of black rooted within her. When she let it show, she wasn’t so cute, and she was too aware of the world that they lived in. “Hey!” He called, sticking his hand out of the window and waving. She jumped, startled and looked around. “Over here!”
Once she finally recognized him, she awkwardly clapped and ran up to him. It was the cutest thing. She was like a rainy spring day. She was fragrant, fresh, and full of life, yet cold and distant all the same. Maybe she wasn’t for everyone, but he adored her more than anything else.
“What’s all this about?” She asked, her high voice full of excitement and sugary sweet. He smiled warmly.
“Got this today! A gift, you like it?” He was careful to avoid saying who from. If he said it was from his dad, he’d feel like he was betraying his ma. If he mentioned her, it would make things awkward. He could say it was from his parents, but… this was better. He was a careful wordsmith, always choosing them carefully trying to craft the perfect sentences. This led to way more misunderstandings than one would think, as he often felt like the only one who knew how to use words correctly. He used big ones, strong ones. He fancied himself a poet, a lyricist at times even. His doctoring of regular sentences around life events was masterful.
“It’s amazing! Dude! This is SO COOL!” Dice grinned at him and offered her hand out for a high five. He slapped hers, grinning back.
“So, where to first?” He asked as she buckled herself in and got situated.
“Uh, how about everywhere? Oh, do you have any dollars? We could go to-”
“Shack?”
“No, I was thinking we head all the way up to New York City and- yes, obviously! Let’s just get something quick at the Shack. Oh, take the long way home?”
“Actually… truck cover is extra high because Dad knows how much we love exploring… This means, we don’t need a tent or a camper…”
“So, we can do it?” She leaned in towards him excitedly, her perfume of honeysuckle wafting towards him, sending his heart fluttering.
“Oh, we’re getting absolutely SHOWERED with those meteors all weekend long baby!” He teased, pulling off. That’s when he saw her. Tall, fit, wearing boots that went to her thighs with frosty hair that went past them. She was in the crosswalk and lifted her big, amber eyes and sent beams that seemed to pierce his heart - just, just for a moment. She grinned and kept going. Sweaty palms gripped at the wheel and he drove off without a word, wondering why he’d been so captivated by a random stranger like that. It was just a moment, so why was he thinking beyond that? Why at all when he had… his paradise right next to him? Everyone already figured they were dating, and he was finally going to make it official. He was probably just getting the cold feet of indecision as usual.
He drove off to the burger joint and left all thoughts of that frosty blonde behind.
“I-it’s amazing, Dad. Seriously? For me?” His dad was a car guy, always talking about which beast he’d like to one day rev the engines of. Demitri was more into the ideas of riding dragons and being with girls, but he entertained his dad’s car talk. He did like himself a nice car, but he couldn’t pretend to know much about them himself, just what he’d absorbed by listening to his old man ramble.
A large hand reached out to grab his bony shoulder and held him there warmly. “Yep, Son. And-” He scampered over to the tail and climbed in, ushering his son to follow. His strong arms reached up to grab a handle on some kind of track. “See this? Can ye grab it and pull it down for me?” He didn’t wait for an answer and reached for Demitri’s hand, who rolled his eyes at the impatience, but took over and grabbed the handle. “Alright, now pull it down,” he instructed as he mimicked the motion. Demitri tried, but wasn’t strong enough. He went for a two-hander just as his dad suggested it and they both laughed. He pulled and, still, no luck. “Ope, gotta’ pull the lever…” His dad pointed to a little latch that locked the panel in place. Demitri did as instructed, then pulled it down with both hands. “Ahhhh, what do ye’ think a that?” His dad absolutely beamed, shouting over the roar of the sliding mechanism as it revealed a window. “It’s fer all that stargazing you do.”
“Camping!” the excitement in his voice was obvious as he grinned back at his dad. “Dad, this is…”
“It’s from me and yer ma.”
His heart dropped completely. “Aw, I’ll thank her when we get home.”
“You’d do good ta! She’ll be devastated she had te miss seein ya get it. The ribbon was all her.”
He laughed. “You mean mom did that sloppy bow? No waaaay.” It was a tease, a joke, just like normal.
“Aw, ye caught me. It was her idea. You know, since she’s been sick-”
“I know.” The silence that fell after was thick, almost swampy. It choked and stank like bog water. He hated this. “Well, it was a nice thought. I’ll tell her you got it perfect.”
The mood shifted for his dad, who grinned and beamed, red-faced. He didn’t smell like alcohol… He really had quit. And it didn’t seem to matter at all. “Awww, you’d cover fer me like that? Even if it meant lyin' to yer mother, boy? Thank ye.” He grinned his toothy, innocent grin and Demitri couldn’t help but feel his stomach turn as he faked a genuine smile perfectly back, with his eyes crinkling and all.
“Alright, wanna go somewhere?”
“Naw, you jest leave me here.” They were out in the field not far from the local rec center where Ken had his weekly thing. “I got a call from the neighbors. Askin if I’d grab the girl from the library on me way home. She’ll be gettin done from there way before my meeting’s up… Want to take her home for me?” Demitri’s heart softened and he nodded.
“Sure, I’ll grab her. You better beat Craig at pool this time!” He couldn’t believe her parents were just going to let her wait until his dad finished to take her home. They just didn’t want to get off their asses and be there for their daughter because the instant, the absolute second that girl became “of age” suddenly she was on her own for everything except a house. It was disgusting. They treated their high school daughter like she was a roommate. And, ever since she was young, they’d made her “earn her keep” doing more chores than anyone he’d ever known. It went beyond doing some dishes and keeping her room clean, but he wasn’t going to let it get to him. It was a Thursday, but a long weekend, and there was a meteor shower this weekend.
The neighbors moved in when the girl was six, and Demitri was eight. She had fair, curly hair and these eyes that drew him in, big and bright like ice ringed with sapphire. She used to get angry and cuss everyone out when they first got there. Now, her hair was short and dark and she straightened it. She was polite and sweet. She never did anything wrong. Except sneak out past curfew to gaze at the sky with him, but she never got caught.
The truck drove much differently from the two-door sedan he was used to. It shook and sat much higher, like he was towering above all the little cars on the road. He wondered if any of the smallfries were cursing him over the reduced field of vision and smiled mischievously. Dice, as he called her, always seemed like a fan of bad boys. He laughed to himself. Well, this settled it… Aside from a little weirdness back there, the day had been… good. He was finally going to get over himself and ask his childhood best friend out on their trip.
When he arrived at the library, she was waiting there, the picture of feminine beauty. She had on an oversized, fluffy blue woolen sweater that was tucked into a straight skirt over leggings. Her boots were suede and great for running in the woods. She held her books against her soft round breasts and tucked her hair behind her ear as he stared in awe, mouth agape. She was too cute and sweet for the world they lived in. At least, half the time. There was always a sadness about her, a deep undercurrent of black rooted within her. When she let it show, she wasn’t so cute, and she was too aware of the world that they lived in. “Hey!” He called, sticking his hand out of the window and waving. She jumped, startled and looked around. “Over here!”
Once she finally recognized him, she awkwardly clapped and ran up to him. It was the cutest thing. She was like a rainy spring day. She was fragrant, fresh, and full of life, yet cold and distant all the same. Maybe she wasn’t for everyone, but he adored her more than anything else.
“What’s all this about?” She asked, her high voice full of excitement and sugary sweet. He smiled warmly.
“Got this today! A gift, you like it?” He was careful to avoid saying who from. If he said it was from his dad, he’d feel like he was betraying his ma. If he mentioned her, it would make things awkward. He could say it was from his parents, but… this was better. He was a careful wordsmith, always choosing them carefully trying to craft the perfect sentences. This led to way more misunderstandings than one would think, as he often felt like the only one who knew how to use words correctly. He used big ones, strong ones. He fancied himself a poet, a lyricist at times even. His doctoring of regular sentences around life events was masterful.
“It’s amazing! Dude! This is SO COOL!” Dice grinned at him and offered her hand out for a high five. He slapped hers, grinning back.
“So, where to first?” He asked as she buckled herself in and got situated.
“Uh, how about everywhere? Oh, do you have any dollars? We could go to-”
“Shack?”
“No, I was thinking we head all the way up to New York City and- yes, obviously! Let’s just get something quick at the Shack. Oh, take the long way home?”
“Actually… truck cover is extra high because Dad knows how much we love exploring… This means, we don’t need a tent or a camper…”
“So, we can do it?” She leaned in towards him excitedly, her perfume of honeysuckle wafting towards him, sending his heart fluttering.
“Oh, we’re getting absolutely SHOWERED with those meteors all weekend long baby!” He teased, pulling off. That’s when he saw her. Tall, fit, wearing boots that went to her thighs with frosty hair that went past them. She was in the crosswalk and lifted her big, amber eyes and sent beams that seemed to pierce his heart - just, just for a moment. She grinned and kept going. Sweaty palms gripped at the wheel and he drove off without a word, wondering why he’d been so captivated by a random stranger like that. It was just a moment, so why was he thinking beyond that? Why at all when he had… his paradise right next to him? Everyone already figured they were dating, and he was finally going to make it official. He was probably just getting the cold feet of indecision as usual.
He drove off to the burger joint and left all thoughts of that frosty blonde behind.
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harusame
Meteorite
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- Dec 6, 2024
The pair ordered their meals and ate along the way. When they got to Dice’s house, they both climbed out of the truck and went inside, greeted by the stench of cigarette smoke and weed. “I’ll do the dishes.” Demitri gestured towards the full sink.
“Are you sure? You… shouldn’t have to-” she frowned, but he held up his hand and shook his head. A little labor was a small sacrifice for a great weekend and he knew that as long as her chores were done and she called daily, she’d be allowed to go where she pleased. Besides, she’d have to clean the rest of the kitchen. Then, she’d lie and say she was spending the night at another girl’s. Her parents didn’t seem to be home, a rare event indeed.
“Where’s the folks?” He asked, not getting to work just yet. He leaned back against the counter as she immediately got started on her chores. He hated how they worked her. The older generation was always admiring what a good girl she was, what a great cleaner, how she’d be an excellent wife someday. Demitri just wanted to see her free and happy. She was practically born with a broom and rag in hand and had been deep cleaning the house on a weekly basis since childhood. She always seemed chained to her chores, and god forbid she skip out. He often wondered if she had parents or managers.
“Don’t know, don’t care.” She rolled her sleeves up, got her bucket, and started with the ceiling. He wanted to watch her - admittedly, seeing her work always melted his heart a little - but, he knew better than to just stare and got to the dishes. “Thanks for that,” she said warmly. He put on some music. “Oh, and double thanks for that!” He laughed and told her it was no problem. Actually, he’d curated a playlist just for her, full of his favorite songs to listen to her sing along with, or dance to. As predicted, she was singing and happier to be there. He wanted to stop and listen, staring at her in awe.
She was like a Disney Princess… and he wanted to be her prince. He wanted to take her out of there and set her up in a life where she’d never have to clean again, where she’d be pampered and free to sing doing whatever work she pleased. She always liked working in the gardens, so maybe they’d spend more time outside while a maid cared for the rest. He’d been working hard, long hours at the restaurant, taking double shifts when he could to save up for a car, then get himself to school. Now that he had the truck, he’d be able to just get right to school and set them up a beautiful future. He knew Dice was going straight from high school to college, but Demitri took two years to save up, figure things out. He also didn’t want to leave her. She’d be going to the local college, but his parents wanted him to go straight into a university. He didn’t even know what he wanted to do, just that he wanted to take care of her.
When everything was done, he loaded the truck with her things, then they ran next door to get his. The trailer was eerily quiet. Demi’s heart was heavy at the thought of his dad home alone for the weekend, but everyone kept telling him to stop babysitting the man. Whatever he believed, it was keeping him together, and there was nothing the boy could do to make his old man believe his wife was gone. Adjusting without her had been hard enough, but with his dad unable to remember that fact, things were contentious for a long time. He’d tried a few times to break through to him, shatter that protective bubble, and it… it ended horribly. What he’d learned was to allow his dad to grieve and cope in whatever way he needed, and overall avoid the subject of his mother all together. He kept his music on and enjoyed Dice’s singing, but very few words were exchanged between the two as she helped him put his gear in the truck.
Just before they got in the truck, Dice whipped around and stared out towards the woods. “Wait- I think I saw something.”
“I didn’t hear anything.”
“I saw, like, out of the corner of my eye some kind of white… thing.”
“A white… thing? Probably aliens. Or snow. Alien snowman.” He smirked.
“Oh, ha-ha very funny.” Her eyes rolled, arms crossed. “No, I’m serious. It was like a wolf, but…”
“Want to go check it out?” He didn’t, he just wanted to get going, but any time with her was better than the time spent without.
“Eh, probably just my active imagination.”
“That’s what you get for being so creative.” Dice was an all around artist. She sang, she danced, she painted. She claimed to be talentless, but that was just her parents and their lack of approval or overall affection talking.
“Ah yes, I should have thought twice before taking on all that brain activity.” She rolled her eyes and, after a moment of hesitating and staring out at the woods a bit longer, climbed in the truck.
“You know there’s no wolves native to the area?” He climbed into the truck and turned it on, admiring the sputter and pur of the engine.
“Yeah, we’ve discussed that in length!” She crossed her arms with a pout. “It was just vivid and… well, out of the corner of my eye. So, probably someone’s dog got out.”
“Well, I’ll keep an eye out and get ‘im back to the owner if I see ‘m.”
“What else can you do?” She sighed and he agreed with a shrug. “Anyway, which playlist do we want for the road trip? Can I just say, I can’t believe you have your own car now! Look at you being a grown up big boy! Do I have to start calling you your grown up name, or is Demi still fine?”
“What, I get a vehicle and suddenly I’m a real adult? That’s what does it?”
“Yup. Big boy job, big boy truck, big boy taxes, big boy name. Demitri, what shall I do with you? Are you going to buy a house next?”
“Nah, I was just gonna build a treehouse down the hill and- hey, what’s that?”
“What’s - oh!” They drove past an ordinary-looking barn, clean, but its being there was odd. “Where’d that come from?”
“I don’t know! But you see it, too?” They’d taken this long road out to the middle of nowhere plenty of times and never saw any buildings before.
“Yeah… weird. Maybe it’s one of those premade sort of things you just pop down in a day?”
The barn was long in the rearview as he kept driving, but couldn’t stop himself from glancing back at it over and over until it was completely out of sight. “Weird. Want to go back and check it out?”
“What, and risk getting shot?”
“We don’t have to trespass… just park across the street and check it out.” He pulled onto a long gravel road that would take them to a large hill clearing surrounded by trees on most sides, and a vast field of sheep. If you were used to the smell of farmland, it was a comfortable and peaceful place to set up.
“Maybe… but not today. I was actually hoping we could practice with the bow a little more before it’s too dark. I can’t believe I’d still be at the library if it weren’t for you!” She grinned and hopped out of the truck, bouncing and bubbly. He loved the way she moved with such energy, and sometimes even grace. She wasn’t a smokeshow like the blonde from earlier, who was crossing his mind again, but she was adorable, and adore her he did.
“You got a permit?” He asked sternly.
Her brows furrowed as she shot him a weird look. “Since when did you care?”
“Kidding. But … seriously…” He pulled the bow out and aimed at her, pulling the string for an invisible arrow. “I’m watching you, girlie. Little lawbreaker.” He let go and she feigned being hit, dramatically clutching her arm, the shock sent her spinning and falling to the ground where she laughed.
“Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”
“Oh come on, my aim would have been better than that. And - seriously? That’s your response to getting shot with an arrow?” He walked over and extended his hand to pull her back to her feet, her small hand warm and soft in his.
“What, when life shoots arrows at you, you’ve got to find a way to laugh, right?”
He smiled warmly, loving the bright-side mentality she seemed to bring to everything. “Something like that.” He didn’t feel the same at all. He knew that if she got shot by an arrow, she’d probably try and laugh it off while tending to her wounds. He’d be sputtering, pissed, and cursing.
“Alright, since the truck’s our tent… we don’t really have much to set up, do we?” She shook her head. “‘Kay, cool. Cool… Guess we just… run in the woods shooting pinecones?”
“Sounds good to me!” And she was already ahead of him, moving through the underbrush with the grace of a gazelle. He watched her disappear into the woods like she was part of it, and smiled to himself, following shortly after. He knew he’d just have to reach out and touch her shoulder, then ask her to be official, and she’d probably say yes. He just… wanted to enjoy the time they had as friends before everything changed.
“Are you sure? You… shouldn’t have to-” she frowned, but he held up his hand and shook his head. A little labor was a small sacrifice for a great weekend and he knew that as long as her chores were done and she called daily, she’d be allowed to go where she pleased. Besides, she’d have to clean the rest of the kitchen. Then, she’d lie and say she was spending the night at another girl’s. Her parents didn’t seem to be home, a rare event indeed.
“Where’s the folks?” He asked, not getting to work just yet. He leaned back against the counter as she immediately got started on her chores. He hated how they worked her. The older generation was always admiring what a good girl she was, what a great cleaner, how she’d be an excellent wife someday. Demitri just wanted to see her free and happy. She was practically born with a broom and rag in hand and had been deep cleaning the house on a weekly basis since childhood. She always seemed chained to her chores, and god forbid she skip out. He often wondered if she had parents or managers.
“Don’t know, don’t care.” She rolled her sleeves up, got her bucket, and started with the ceiling. He wanted to watch her - admittedly, seeing her work always melted his heart a little - but, he knew better than to just stare and got to the dishes. “Thanks for that,” she said warmly. He put on some music. “Oh, and double thanks for that!” He laughed and told her it was no problem. Actually, he’d curated a playlist just for her, full of his favorite songs to listen to her sing along with, or dance to. As predicted, she was singing and happier to be there. He wanted to stop and listen, staring at her in awe.
She was like a Disney Princess… and he wanted to be her prince. He wanted to take her out of there and set her up in a life where she’d never have to clean again, where she’d be pampered and free to sing doing whatever work she pleased. She always liked working in the gardens, so maybe they’d spend more time outside while a maid cared for the rest. He’d been working hard, long hours at the restaurant, taking double shifts when he could to save up for a car, then get himself to school. Now that he had the truck, he’d be able to just get right to school and set them up a beautiful future. He knew Dice was going straight from high school to college, but Demitri took two years to save up, figure things out. He also didn’t want to leave her. She’d be going to the local college, but his parents wanted him to go straight into a university. He didn’t even know what he wanted to do, just that he wanted to take care of her.
When everything was done, he loaded the truck with her things, then they ran next door to get his. The trailer was eerily quiet. Demi’s heart was heavy at the thought of his dad home alone for the weekend, but everyone kept telling him to stop babysitting the man. Whatever he believed, it was keeping him together, and there was nothing the boy could do to make his old man believe his wife was gone. Adjusting without her had been hard enough, but with his dad unable to remember that fact, things were contentious for a long time. He’d tried a few times to break through to him, shatter that protective bubble, and it… it ended horribly. What he’d learned was to allow his dad to grieve and cope in whatever way he needed, and overall avoid the subject of his mother all together. He kept his music on and enjoyed Dice’s singing, but very few words were exchanged between the two as she helped him put his gear in the truck.
Just before they got in the truck, Dice whipped around and stared out towards the woods. “Wait- I think I saw something.”
“I didn’t hear anything.”
“I saw, like, out of the corner of my eye some kind of white… thing.”
“A white… thing? Probably aliens. Or snow. Alien snowman.” He smirked.
“Oh, ha-ha very funny.” Her eyes rolled, arms crossed. “No, I’m serious. It was like a wolf, but…”
“Want to go check it out?” He didn’t, he just wanted to get going, but any time with her was better than the time spent without.
“Eh, probably just my active imagination.”
“That’s what you get for being so creative.” Dice was an all around artist. She sang, she danced, she painted. She claimed to be talentless, but that was just her parents and their lack of approval or overall affection talking.
“Ah yes, I should have thought twice before taking on all that brain activity.” She rolled her eyes and, after a moment of hesitating and staring out at the woods a bit longer, climbed in the truck.
“You know there’s no wolves native to the area?” He climbed into the truck and turned it on, admiring the sputter and pur of the engine.
“Yeah, we’ve discussed that in length!” She crossed her arms with a pout. “It was just vivid and… well, out of the corner of my eye. So, probably someone’s dog got out.”
“Well, I’ll keep an eye out and get ‘im back to the owner if I see ‘m.”
“What else can you do?” She sighed and he agreed with a shrug. “Anyway, which playlist do we want for the road trip? Can I just say, I can’t believe you have your own car now! Look at you being a grown up big boy! Do I have to start calling you your grown up name, or is Demi still fine?”
“What, I get a vehicle and suddenly I’m a real adult? That’s what does it?”
“Yup. Big boy job, big boy truck, big boy taxes, big boy name. Demitri, what shall I do with you? Are you going to buy a house next?”
“Nah, I was just gonna build a treehouse down the hill and- hey, what’s that?”
“What’s - oh!” They drove past an ordinary-looking barn, clean, but its being there was odd. “Where’d that come from?”
“I don’t know! But you see it, too?” They’d taken this long road out to the middle of nowhere plenty of times and never saw any buildings before.
“Yeah… weird. Maybe it’s one of those premade sort of things you just pop down in a day?”
The barn was long in the rearview as he kept driving, but couldn’t stop himself from glancing back at it over and over until it was completely out of sight. “Weird. Want to go back and check it out?”
“What, and risk getting shot?”
“We don’t have to trespass… just park across the street and check it out.” He pulled onto a long gravel road that would take them to a large hill clearing surrounded by trees on most sides, and a vast field of sheep. If you were used to the smell of farmland, it was a comfortable and peaceful place to set up.
“Maybe… but not today. I was actually hoping we could practice with the bow a little more before it’s too dark. I can’t believe I’d still be at the library if it weren’t for you!” She grinned and hopped out of the truck, bouncing and bubbly. He loved the way she moved with such energy, and sometimes even grace. She wasn’t a smokeshow like the blonde from earlier, who was crossing his mind again, but she was adorable, and adore her he did.
“You got a permit?” He asked sternly.
Her brows furrowed as she shot him a weird look. “Since when did you care?”
“Kidding. But … seriously…” He pulled the bow out and aimed at her, pulling the string for an invisible arrow. “I’m watching you, girlie. Little lawbreaker.” He let go and she feigned being hit, dramatically clutching her arm, the shock sent her spinning and falling to the ground where she laughed.
“Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”
“Oh come on, my aim would have been better than that. And - seriously? That’s your response to getting shot with an arrow?” He walked over and extended his hand to pull her back to her feet, her small hand warm and soft in his.
“What, when life shoots arrows at you, you’ve got to find a way to laugh, right?”
He smiled warmly, loving the bright-side mentality she seemed to bring to everything. “Something like that.” He didn’t feel the same at all. He knew that if she got shot by an arrow, she’d probably try and laugh it off while tending to her wounds. He’d be sputtering, pissed, and cursing.
“Alright, since the truck’s our tent… we don’t really have much to set up, do we?” She shook her head. “‘Kay, cool. Cool… Guess we just… run in the woods shooting pinecones?”
“Sounds good to me!” And she was already ahead of him, moving through the underbrush with the grace of a gazelle. He watched her disappear into the woods like she was part of it, and smiled to himself, following shortly after. He knew he’d just have to reach out and touch her shoulder, then ask her to be official, and she’d probably say yes. He just… wanted to enjoy the time they had as friends before everything changed.
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Sighing after the way she moved, Demi had to stop himself from asking her out right away. Dice was shit with a bow, her weak slender arms failing to pull the string back far enough to even shoot a pinecone. He didn’t care, the way her legs steadied her, the curve of her calves, the sway of her hips as she stepped, she was graceful, even with absolutely no hope of saving herself with a bow and arrow in the worst case scenario.
As though reading his mind, she asked him “What would you do if a zombie showed up right now?”
“I’d snatch that bow and quiver from you and shoot it right in the eye!” He laughed. “What else would I do?”
“You could run. Am I really that bad?”
“Sweetie, if I let you keep the bow, it would be as useful as a blind man with a pilot's license.”
“Oh, shut up. Here, why don’t you show off some, then?” She handed the bow and quiver to him obviously having a hard time, a mischievous smile playing across her lips.
“Don’t tell me that was just a setup to have me hold the heavy bow?”
“What can I say? I accomplished two goals. Now I don’t have to carry stuff, and I get to see your mad skills.”
He rolled his eyes and skillfully shot every pinecone they’d set up and a few which would be easy to retrieve.
“Yay!” She jumped in the air, throwing her arms around him in a hug that knocked him to the side. He steadied them both and stared down into her beautiful blue eyes and wrapped an arm around her waist. “You’d make an amazing zombie-killing elf prince!” She beamed up at him.
“You think I’m handsome enough to be an elf, huh?”
“Demi, you’re gorgeous. Prettier than me.”
“Oh shut up,” he nudged her. “You’re pretty.”
“I’m not elf pretty.”
“You’re a mermaid. You’re mermaid pretty.”
“It’s the same essence.”
“No, it’s like… one belongs in the trees, one belongs in the sea.”
“Aren’t fish just water birds?”
“I think we have different ideas of Elvish beauty. And maybe also fish and birds.” He sighed, shaking his head. She was still staring at him, he noticed. His ears tinged red, his hear pattering like the wings of a hummingbird. He dropped his bow and wrapped both arms around her now, staring into her eyes. He swallowed. Should he kiss her? Oh, this was a perfect opportunity to do their favorite habit together. Letting her go, he took a breath as he stepped away. “Alright, I need to make a choice. Roll the dice?”
A brow raised curiously, she shrugged and pulled a 20 sided die from her skirt pocket. “Hmmm, let’s see. Oh-shit. Perfect 20. Guess you have to do the thing.”
He laughed. “Yeah? Do I?” Before she had time to answer, he was pulling her to him and kissing her soft lips. She was like spring in a bottle, his perfect honeysuckle. He suckled on her lips as his hands held her hips close to him. He could feel her tremble as she kissed him back, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. She was so warm, her chest against his soft, her whole body soft. He wondered if she were made of silk and feathers she was so soft and light as he held her. He couldn’t believe his impatience paid off. He was going to wait and make it perfect and romantic under the stars, but everywhere felt perfect and romantic with her.
She tasted like caramel and coffee. He knew that as soon as they pulled apart, she’d want to talk about it. He wasn’t ready to say anything, so he pushed her towards a tree and pressed her against it, kissing her deeper. His tongue parted her lips and found hers, swirling around it. His grip on her hips grew tighter, wondering if he’d leave bruises on her fragile skin. She didn’t seem to mind, she moaned a glorious little note that would be etched into his ears forever. One hand trailed down her thigh, his heart skipping and damn near exploding when she wrapped that leg around him. He rubbed at her, getting another soft sigh from her. He kissed at the sweet, tender spot under her ear, leaving her mouth free finally. Her breath against him was heaven. In that moment, he wanted little more than her. She was his universe and he belonged to her, with her, in her. His body craved her like birds craved the sky - it was just right for him to be there.
In all the time he’d known her, Demi had never seen his best friend naked. At best, he’d seen her in a swimsuit that was like a tanktop and shorts. She was modest, demure, and polite. One time she wore a low cut summer dress and he nearly had a heart attack. She wore it once and talked about how self conscious she was, but all he could do was try not to stare too much and save it for the memory banks for that night.
Now, all he could think about was tearing her clothes off and watching her run around the forest like a faerie, her breasts bouncing, ass jiggling, thighs rippling. He wanted to see her pale skin contrasted against the dark greens of nature, and chase her around like a wolf. He wanted to pin her against the ground and take her, against the tree, against every rock. Finally, he tore himself away.
“Want to go back to the truck?” He asked, groping her ass to show her exactly what was in that question.
She hummed for a moment, deep in thought before finally nodding. “Please,” she said softly, her light voice shy and sweet. And with a smile, he took her hand, picked up the bow, and led her back.
As though reading his mind, she asked him “What would you do if a zombie showed up right now?”
“I’d snatch that bow and quiver from you and shoot it right in the eye!” He laughed. “What else would I do?”
“You could run. Am I really that bad?”
“Sweetie, if I let you keep the bow, it would be as useful as a blind man with a pilot's license.”
“Oh, shut up. Here, why don’t you show off some, then?” She handed the bow and quiver to him obviously having a hard time, a mischievous smile playing across her lips.
“Don’t tell me that was just a setup to have me hold the heavy bow?”
“What can I say? I accomplished two goals. Now I don’t have to carry stuff, and I get to see your mad skills.”
He rolled his eyes and skillfully shot every pinecone they’d set up and a few which would be easy to retrieve.
“Yay!” She jumped in the air, throwing her arms around him in a hug that knocked him to the side. He steadied them both and stared down into her beautiful blue eyes and wrapped an arm around her waist. “You’d make an amazing zombie-killing elf prince!” She beamed up at him.
“You think I’m handsome enough to be an elf, huh?”
“Demi, you’re gorgeous. Prettier than me.”
“Oh shut up,” he nudged her. “You’re pretty.”
“I’m not elf pretty.”
“You’re a mermaid. You’re mermaid pretty.”
“It’s the same essence.”
“No, it’s like… one belongs in the trees, one belongs in the sea.”
“Aren’t fish just water birds?”
“I think we have different ideas of Elvish beauty. And maybe also fish and birds.” He sighed, shaking his head. She was still staring at him, he noticed. His ears tinged red, his hear pattering like the wings of a hummingbird. He dropped his bow and wrapped both arms around her now, staring into her eyes. He swallowed. Should he kiss her? Oh, this was a perfect opportunity to do their favorite habit together. Letting her go, he took a breath as he stepped away. “Alright, I need to make a choice. Roll the dice?”
A brow raised curiously, she shrugged and pulled a 20 sided die from her skirt pocket. “Hmmm, let’s see. Oh-shit. Perfect 20. Guess you have to do the thing.”
He laughed. “Yeah? Do I?” Before she had time to answer, he was pulling her to him and kissing her soft lips. She was like spring in a bottle, his perfect honeysuckle. He suckled on her lips as his hands held her hips close to him. He could feel her tremble as she kissed him back, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. She was so warm, her chest against his soft, her whole body soft. He wondered if she were made of silk and feathers she was so soft and light as he held her. He couldn’t believe his impatience paid off. He was going to wait and make it perfect and romantic under the stars, but everywhere felt perfect and romantic with her.
She tasted like caramel and coffee. He knew that as soon as they pulled apart, she’d want to talk about it. He wasn’t ready to say anything, so he pushed her towards a tree and pressed her against it, kissing her deeper. His tongue parted her lips and found hers, swirling around it. His grip on her hips grew tighter, wondering if he’d leave bruises on her fragile skin. She didn’t seem to mind, she moaned a glorious little note that would be etched into his ears forever. One hand trailed down her thigh, his heart skipping and damn near exploding when she wrapped that leg around him. He rubbed at her, getting another soft sigh from her. He kissed at the sweet, tender spot under her ear, leaving her mouth free finally. Her breath against him was heaven. In that moment, he wanted little more than her. She was his universe and he belonged to her, with her, in her. His body craved her like birds craved the sky - it was just right for him to be there.
In all the time he’d known her, Demi had never seen his best friend naked. At best, he’d seen her in a swimsuit that was like a tanktop and shorts. She was modest, demure, and polite. One time she wore a low cut summer dress and he nearly had a heart attack. She wore it once and talked about how self conscious she was, but all he could do was try not to stare too much and save it for the memory banks for that night.
Now, all he could think about was tearing her clothes off and watching her run around the forest like a faerie, her breasts bouncing, ass jiggling, thighs rippling. He wanted to see her pale skin contrasted against the dark greens of nature, and chase her around like a wolf. He wanted to pin her against the ground and take her, against the tree, against every rock. Finally, he tore himself away.
“Want to go back to the truck?” He asked, groping her ass to show her exactly what was in that question.
She hummed for a moment, deep in thought before finally nodding. “Please,” she said softly, her light voice shy and sweet. And with a smile, he took her hand, picked up the bow, and led her back.