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"Sophomoric Blues" Chapter 6
"Hmm, Sunday morning; I suppose worshiping at Saint Mattress on the Springs isn't going to fly too well with Mom and Dad, so I should get up. Darn! What a night, I'm incredibly sad to see it end." I yawned to myself as I went over to my alarm clock to shut it off.
"Alex, honey, its 9:40 and you're serving today, so we have to get there early. You better take your shower, shave and get ready in twenty minutes! Maybe if you hurry, we'll stop off at the Starbucks off Highland Knolls and get you something!" My mother tried to convince me to hurry up.
"Okay mother!" I screamed so that she could hear me from my bedroom's bathroom. I took a sizzling hot shower, I needed to relax my muscles, get less tense. My body was not ready to be woken from its slumber, if you could call it that. Three hours of in and out sleep thinking about Ray. You know, I'm starting to wonder about him. I mean, we talked for hours last night, we kissed, I like him a lot, but maybe I'm moving to fast. I hate the whole stigma about jumping into things, why should I wait longer; I know what I want to know about Ray. While I was shaving I happened to glimpse at my face, wow I was showing my late night. Even though my face and hair were nice and clean, I looked horrible. There were all nighter for school dark bags under my eyes, and discolorations in my complexion, "Wow how hot do I look?" I sarcastically thought to myself. After I got ready and put on a nice black suit for church I ran down the back stairs into the kitchen.
"Jesus Alex, how late were you out last night, you look like shit!" My mother so bluntly opened our conversation with, "I told you we have church this morning, what are they going to think? Alex, what exactly did you do last night, I thought you were at Ronald's."
"We went to a party, I didn't know about it until I got there, sorry Mom!" I lied.
"Alexander Charles Parker," my mother freaked, "I specifically made it clear that we want you to call us and inform us of where you are and if plans change. I had no idea you were at a party. What if something happened? Who would be able to help you, how irresponsible can you get young man! Jeffrey, did you hear what this one did last night?"
"I think all of Green Trails Forest heard, honey. Good morning, Alex you look like hell, don't go to parties when we have church in the morning, it doesn't look good! Anyway how was it?"
"Jeffrey, did you know Alex was going to a party?"
"No Amy, relax. So he went to a party, the kid is no longer a kid, he's sixteen, remember what we were doing at that age?"
"What you were doing, I was a good girl, and that is exactly why I'm pissed off."
"Lighten up Mom, nobody is pregnant, and I'm not diseased, let's go to church!"
"I cain't believe y'all. Jeffreee yar an awfawl influ-a-nce on em!" Amy Parker turned into Annie from Annie Get Your Gun. She shows her Texahoma, Texas roots when pissed off well!
"Mom, Dad, let's go to Starbucks, I need coffee."
"I bet you do Alex!" Mom hissed.
Church went like it always did, I had to serve, and my friend George didn't show up and I ended up doing the reading for him. Although people commented on my horrid appearance, they also complimented my parents and I profusely on my reading. (I have theater to thank for that one ;) When we got back to the house I went straight up to my room to take of my suit. Looking nice, I love; wearing suits or tuxedoes, and I become agitated: suppose it's from my ADHD filled childhood. As I was changing into a white Abercrombie and Fitch logoed t-shirt and a snug pair of camo cargo shorts, I realized it was after church, and that Ray would be expecting a call probably.
"Crap I forgot that I had to go out to an afternoon lunch with some families from church over at Escalante's by the galleria. Hmm, maybe I could go get Ray I thought!"
"Hey Ray, it's Alex." I called him up.
"Hey you, what're ya doin?"
"Nothing now, but we're going out to lunch later with some people from church at Escalante's, have you ever been there?"
"No what is it, is it a Mexican place?"
"Only one of the best around! You've never had Mexican until you've had their Tampiquena!"
"I'm not real sure what that is, but it sounds good." I think he lied.
"You wanna come? Don't worry about my parents, the group we're gong to be with is humongous, the kids of the bunch of people who come with us from church usually sit off in booths of twos, so it would be almost like a date I suppose."
"I don't have anything planned for today, so ah, what the hell, why not?"
"Vraiment! Je t'aime!" I screamed, wow French in school was actually paying off, although really how much French had Ray learned in Borger?
"I love you too, and English, Mon francais est mauvais!"
"Okay, so umm how do I get to your dorm? I'll be picking you up I suppose."
"Well, what direction are you coming from? Well you said you're from Katy, take the Katy Freeway East, to the inner loop, take that south, and get on Rt. 59 North, to Greenbriar, to Rice at the right, and I'll meet you at the gates, at what time sweetie?"
"I guess in like a half hour to forty minutes, it'll take me a bit to get down there."
"Hmm, so this is like our first date maybe?"
"Yup!"
"Better make it worth something, want to come over afterwards? Only if you're ready though, I don't want to push you Al," Ray asked and the idea stuck. I think I'm ready, really!
"I'm more ready now than I've ever been, I love you Ray."
"Me too babe, listen, I'm going to go shower and everything now."
"Think of me," I commented in an innuendo filled way.
"You know I will be, love you, later."
"Later."
I stayed there pathetically for a while with my cell phone in my arms. I was thinking of being held by Ray, his strong embrace and physique, amazingly beautiful green eyes, adorable pale but sprinkled with freckles face.
"Alex honey, are you getting ready? We'll be leaving in an almost an hour!" Mom woke me from my little daydream with Ray.
"Umm yeah!" I ran back downstairs almost falling out of my flip flops, and met Mom sitting on the Florida room couch reading and sipping some lemonade.
"Hey, Mom, could I bring someone to lunch?"
"A girlfriend?" My mother too aggressively put out, I haven't had one in a while, maybe she's worried, hehe.
"No Mom, just a friend, he's bored and has nothing to do, and I'd rather not be bored myself talking to the rest of the bratty youth of our parish. Instead I'd like to eat with someone I have a little more in common with."
"Okay, that's fine, where does she live?"
"He Mom, he's a friend from," oh crap I need to think about this one, umm, ah, got it! Thank God for music classes at Rice and UH, "my site reading class at Rice,"
"A college kid wants to hang out with a sixteen year old? That's a little odd."
"No Mom, I'm mature and cool with things. You'd be surprised how many friends I've got at Rice and UH from music. Don't give me that look."
"Alright, I suppose, you'll be picking him up? If so you'd better hurry, Rice isn't in our backyard."
"Okay Mommy, I love you!" I went over to the couch hugged and kissed her.
"Wow Alex, what's all this, I'm so happy and loving this. You look happier than usual, which is surprising compared to how you looked this morning. Is there something you're not telling me?"
"Nope, well yes, there is. I never tell you how much I love you, and I'm sorry!" I gave her another kiss; I thought my mother was going to melt!
"I'm florid that I've got the happy affectionate, less snappy teenager I used to have back. I love you Alleycat!"
I hugged my mother and then left, I don't know where the sensation to be extraordinarily nice came from. It was something I used to be, but I think ever since my fallout with Tommy last year; I was being a lot more distant to people than before. I left through the back kitchen door, down the covered walkway to the garage and opened the side door. It must have been a thousand degrees in there, but come on it is August in Katy, Texas. I didn't normally go in through the side door, usually I was so lazy, I'd go through the gate to the front of my garage and punch in the code, but I wanted a soda and had not gotten one from the kitchen like usual. I went to the refrigerator we have in there and took out a Mr. Pibb and walked to the truck, when I hopped inside, I pressed the button on my sun visor, and the garage doors opened. Traffic was extraordinarily slow on the Freeway, the construction usually doesn't interfere this badly, so I figured there must have been an accident. Sure enough, right by where Town and Country Mall used to be, there was a pileup, this wasn't good; I got off at the feeder and took it the little distance to Beltway 8. Then I got on Rt. 59 North figuring that would take me right to downtown closer to Rice. Good choice on my part, there was almost nobody there, a completely different scene from the construction chewed up Katy Freeway. In about twenty minutes I reached Greenbriar, and took it to Rice, shortly after I did I got to the gates, where I saw the most adorable site. There he was, my Raymond King, he was standing against the brick wall adjacent to the gates in a beige Stetson, tight red t-shirt, and tight, tight jeans, and fuck-me-boots. (I call brown leather boots on a man fuck-me-boots, because whenever I see one in them, that's exactly what I'm thinking!) I drove up to him, parked the truck on the side of the road, and got out.
"Hey Stranger." I called out. He looked up with those dangerously amazing green eyes. Then he rushed over and gave me a hug. GOD I LOVE THIS MAN. I love his embrace, his touch, oh my Lord! I'm not that religious, but damn! I wonder how great it would be to be spooned by him in bed! Oh God, I'm going to cream myself! Oh, crap, we've been hugging for a while, and this is Houston! I quickly broke the hug.
"What's the matter Alex?"
"Honey, I love you, don't ever doubt it, but we're in public. I'm not even afraid of running into somebody I know, it's just shouldn't you know coming from frigging Borger and everything that hugging another man in public in Texas isn't that bright?"
"You worry too much, c'mon let's get on out of here!"
"Okay, sorry Ray, about before you know."
"Don't worry, hey by the way nice truck! A red Ford F-250 that's awesome, you've got one and you're only sixteen! You must be some spoiled rich kid aren't you?" He joked, not about the truck; kind of scary huh, but about the spoiled rich kid thing, I think.
"No I'm not, I'm not spoiled or rich!" I spat out, I hate when people look at me like that.
"Really, Mr. Abercrombie and Fitch, see this here," he pointed to his shirt, "Wal-Mart, and I'm proud!"
"Oh fuck, I really am dating a redneck," then he started singing, "Are you singing Gretchen Wilson, I think I'm going to puke. Eh, you know what they say, opposites attract."
"Well I ain't never
Been the barbie doll type
No I can't swig that sweet champagne
I'd rather drink beer all night
In a tavern or in a honky tonk
Or on a 4 wheel drive tailgate
I've got posters on my wall of Skynard, Kid and Strait
Some people look down on me
But I don't give a rip
I'll stand barefooted in my own front yard with a baby on my hip
Cause I'm a redneck woman
1And I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raisin'
And I say "hey y'all" and "Yee Haw"
And I keep my Christmas lights on, on my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels song
So here's to all my sisters out there keepin' it country
Let me get a big "Hell Yeah" from the redneck girls like me!"
"Raymond King, oh my God!"
"Hell Yeah
Hell Yeah
Victoria's Secret
Well their stuff's real nice
Oh but I can buy the same damn thing on a Wal*Mart shelf half price
And still look sexy
Just as sexy
As those models on TV
No I don't need no designer tag to make my man want me
You might think I'm trashy
A little too hard core
But get in my neck of the woods
I'm just the girl next door
Hey I'm redneck woman
And I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raisin'
And I say "hey y'all" and "Yee Haw"
And I keep my Christmas lights on, on my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Tanya Tucker song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big "Hell Yeah" from the redneck girls like me
Hell Yeah
Hell Yeah
I'm redneck woman
And I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raisin'
And I say "hey y'all" and "Yee Haw"
And I keep my Christmas lights on, on my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Ol' Bocephus song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big "Hell Yeah" from the redneck girls like me
Hell Yeah
Hell Yeah
Hell Yeah
Hell Yeah
Hell Yeah
Hell Yeah
I Said Hell Yeah"
"Are you quite finished there Gretchen Wilson, or should I say Redneck Woman?"
"Na, I could go on for days, but that would be painfully annoying to you, wouldn't it?"
"Umm, yeah!"
"So where is this place?" as he talked he placed his hand on my thigh, I was starting to get well, um, excited to say the least, but Ray didn't go for that, he was just soothing me, touching me in a loving way. I like this, he's touchy feely, I just hope Mr. Cowboy over there doesn't brand me. I started to laugh and Ray asked, "Hey Alex, you there? Where is this place?"
"Oh, sorry I must have been concentrated too much on the road, umm, it's off San Felipe by the Galleria, I have to take the inner loop North to get there."
"Is that by Bellaire, I have a cousin who lives there, his parents made it big with oil and moved to some huge place there, he's a doper idiot though." He laughed.
"I think so." I took my right hand off the steering wheal to attempt the other form of driving I learned in driver's ed, and held Ray's big hand. His hand was long and thin, but he had a strong grip, whenever you are with Ray, I can tell he lets you know it.
"Alex," Ray started to ask so differently than usual, his voice going from deep, manly, and rich, to cute, "I love looking at you!"
"Oh please!"
"No honestly, why do you always put your appearance down. You have never looked at your face from the side; it is something out of a painting! You have a man's face from afar, but up close and personal; it's an adorable kid's face. Your neck is luscious, and your ears are perfect, they accent your head just right. Your nose is adorable, the most perfect I've ever scene. You are perfectly symmetrical, most people are just slightly off, but you are perfect..."
"I love this, but call me perfect one more time Ray!"
"Alex, you don't look like you'd be the sort of person extremely humble about his looks, with such faultless features and skin, and your body. For a sixteen year old, you are quite developed, your shoulders so broad, and your arms muscular, but not outwardly unnaturally bulging. They are the right combination of hard shaped and slightly soft to hold."
"Oh Ray, nobody has ever complimented me like this before, what is it that you see in me, I'm not all those things you say!"
"Like hell you are not, you're lack of self esteem is incredible, no really incredibly sad actually."
"Ray stop, c'mon here's the restaurant!" I pulled into the parking lot of the typical Houston strip mall across San Felipe from the Galleria. We got out of the truck; I locked it, and then met him by the back of the cab.
"Come here baby!" Ray signaled for me to come over to him, when I did, he sat down on my bumper, and I sat on him. His arms wrapped me, and in my ear I heard Ray whisper, "You are mine you know that? Your are the cutest thing in the world regardless of your stupid beliefs." As I nodded my head, he took is left arm, gently pulled my head back from my hair to his face and he kissed me.
"Ready to go to lunch?" he asked.
"Yeah, but I want to go straight to dinner!"
"Wait for it," Ray winked. We walked into Escalante's to find everybody had just arrived, and that all us kids were going to occupy a booth filled area, and the adults would go to the long party table. Ray and I took a booth a little off from the rest of the kids from my parish that came, this way we'd have a little privacy. I don't know how apparent our little game of extreme footsies was to the rest of the people at the restaurant exactly.
"Put that foot back in that flip flop on the floor Alex!"
"Take that foot out of my shorts!" As we were giggling, my mom and dad came over to see how everything was doing, I'm glad we were acting slightly more civilized and not well like the flirtatious baboons that we were before.
"Hello there, you must be Alex's friend from Rice, so you are a music major, I know that my son and you have a class together."
"No Mr. Jeffrey, umm, I take that class," I mouthed to him which one it was to him so that he didn't spark any suspicion with my mother, ", but I am a business major."
"Oh, what music class is it Amy?"
"Site reading," Ray replied ending any suspicion.
"So if you are a business major, why is it that you are taking a site reading class Raymond?" Mommykins started her questioning as she does of all my friends.
"I sang in my high school's musical, they needed a butch guy for the old man in 'Damn Yankees', it was then that I found out I had a good voice, and I figured working with that might be beneficial in some way." Ray oddly explained, he wasn't as good at lying as I am, this should be good.
"Oh, that's interesting," my parents both ever so dully responded, soon after some more small talk they left. I had overheard my father reassure my mother while they were walking away that Ray didn't seem to be a faggot and so their son wasn't gay at all.
"Interesting folks, kind of intimidating."
"Tell me about it. So they said it was okay if I went to a birthday party of my friend Shruthi this afternoon, I'm thinking since Shruthi's birthday isn't for another hmmm, like three months I could go back to Rice with you?" I knew Ray wasn't going to deny me this one.
"If you're ready babe, only if you are."
"I think I am."
"You think, or are you?"
"I am?"
"Alex! If you aren't ready I'm not going to push you, I really like you, and I don't want to hurt you." Ray made his case. Why the hell was I being such an idiot fool? I know I am ready, why can't I just say I am.
"I want to be with you, I want you to make love to me. I love you, and I want to be one with you."
"I love you more than anything, I just want you to be sure you are ready, this is a big step in your life!"
"Ray, are you a virgin too?"
"What, no, whatever gave you that idea?"
"It's just the way you keep pressing me being ready, I guess I know you care. If you care about me this much, I am definitely ready to be with you Raymond King!"
There were no more words to be exchanged, Ray's foot, was now making its way back into its boot, but instead of playing footsie, his arm had stretched across the table to massage mine. We just stayed the remainder of the time at Escalante's, finishing our food and staring into each other's eyes. When it was time to leave, the parents of everybody in the parish paid, so Ray and I just went to my truck.
"Hey Alex, can I drive your truck? It's so cool, and well, I'm a good driver I promise!" I threw Ray the keys and just flashed him a smile, to which he returned with one of his own. When we got into the car, I snuggled against him in the truck, with my head resting upon his right arm; then we were on our way to his dorm.
So that was Chapter 6 everybody, I hope you liked it. Tell me what you think @ Punkincognito313@AOL.com
1 This song is "Redneck Woman" by Gretchen Wilson.