Red-2006

▓ TWO ▓

“Honey, we’re home.” Kathy said quietly in her daughter’s ear.
“What?” Elsie groaned.
“We’re home.” She repeated.
“Oh, goody!” Elsie responded, now fully awake. She jumped out of the car and made a beeline for her room.
When she was there, she ran to her computer and turned it on. Automatically, her MSN messenger popped up and all but one of her contacts were offline. The one contact was someone she didn’t know. She knew she wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers but her curiosity got the better of her.

Levigirl_2005 says:
hi

Hott_4_U says:
hey, how’ya duin?

Levigirl_2005 says:
good. U?

Hott_4_U says:
good. Hey, what dus ur name mean?

Levigirl_2005 says:
well, levi actually means evil (I rearranged 1 letter) and grl becuz that’s what I am and 2005 becuz that’s the yr. What does ur’s mean?

Hott_4_U says:
it means that I’m Hott and. . . . .that I can be hott for (4) you (u).

Levigirl_2005 says:
OMG! how original! l-)

Hott_4_U says:
Yep! I know! isn’t it? Hey, what’s ur name, sex (obviously ur name will give it away), where you live and what school you go to?

Levigirl_2005 says:
y should i tell you? i hardly no u!

Hott_4_U says:
well, we could change that ;). . . . . .

Elsie had to stop and think that over. This guy sounded cool enough but she hasn’t seen his good side yet. And that really counts. I mean, she thought, personality is all that counts. Yes, looks were good and Elsie wanted a good looking guy, like Mark, but this guy had to open up a little.

Levigirl_2005 says:
dude, I like you. i really do, but you have got to open up more. i want to know if you’re honest, what you like and don’t like. in short, I want to know what you’re like. Ok? can you please humor me? :S

Hott_4_U says:
sur thing darlin’. Okay, here ya go. i live in Jasper, AL. I go to Curry High School. I’m 15. I’m honest, sometimes arrogant, stubborn, My likes and dislikes don’t matter. I am 5’9, brownish-black hair, blue-silverish eyes and I have a long face. That help?

OMG! thought Elsie. Who does that sound like?! Mark! OMG! I’ll ask what the guy’s name is.

Levigirl_2005 says:
Hey, dude. What’s ur name?

Hott_4_U says:
Do you actually think I’m gonna tell you? y dus it matter? If you don’t mind, i want to stay anonymous for a little while. U no? make it mysterious.

Levigirl_2005 says:
that is sooooo not fair.

Hott_4_U says:
i’m a guy, love. i don’t play by the rules.

Levigirl_2005 says:
Well, you should! :’(

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Levigirl_2005 may not respond because they appear to be offline.

“Crap! Elsie! Dammit!” Man, I didn’t know women were so….so….emotional. Can’t a guy be romantic and mysterious without a girl going nuts? (in the wrong way of course.) Maybe I do need to open up to her a little. Just not too much that I scare her. I don’t want that. I want to tell her how I feel. But she’ll probably think I’m just mocking her. Maybe I could encourage her to tell me she like me. Yeah, that’ll work.
Mark got up from his computer and walked to the bathroom that was connected to his room by a door. He opened the door and saw his little bro Scott in the shower singing his head off to a Rod Stewart song.
“‘Have I told you lately that I love you? Have I told you there’s no one else above you? You fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness. Ease my troubles that’s what you do.’” Having about as much as he could take of an off key love song he yelled,
“Hey, Scotty-boy! Turn the music off and get out!”
“Who said? Mom?” he asked defiantly.
“No.” Mark said glaring at his thirteen year old sibling.
“I did. Now get out.”
“No. I need to shower! I have a date tonight and I need to be ready.” He spat at the guy that was two-years his senior.
“You better get out or I’ll haul your butt out!” Mark threatened, who was slightly amused with his brother. It’s kind of sad how his brother is younger than him and can get dates when he can’t even talk to the one he likes.
“No!” he screamed and turned his back on Mark.
“Then I’ll go tell mom.” Mark said, closing the door. But not too soon to hear Scott yell,
“Momma’s Boy.” Yep. That’s what I am, Mark thought. A Momma’s Boy.
“Moooom!” Mark called.
“Yeah, Honey?”
“Can you get Scott out of the bathroom? I need to take a shower. I feel really dirty.” Mark said entering the kitchen.
“Sure, Honey. After I finish talking to you.” she said looking up from the rice she was stirring for dinner. Uh-oh! Panic ran down his whole body. Bile started creeping up his throat.
“What about?” he managed to squeak out.
“Don’t give me that!” she snapped.
“Tell me all the horrible things you did today.” She continued narrowing her eyes as he slinked towards the door. Usually this is where a parent says ‘Tell me all the good things you did today’ but not this time.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He denied, still slinking for the door. His way to freedom. He knew it wouldn’t work. It didn’t.
“You know very well what! Now Sit!”
“But--”
“SIT! She yelled pointing with the ladle, while rice dripped off.
“Yes ma’am.” He said obliging her.
“Oo-hoo. What do we have here? Marky boy’s in trouble with Momma.” Scott said from the doorway.
“Shut up.” Mark muttered his ears red.
“Boys!” Their mother warned. Now before she continued she took a deep breath.
“Mark, I got a call from the school today.”
“As usual.” He muttered.
“And….,” She continued as if she didn’t even hear him.
“they said you assaulted a fellow female classmate on the bus.”
“What?!” Mark yelled, jumping from his chair.
“I did no such thing.” He protested.
“Ohhhh! Mark assaulted a giirrrll! Mark assaulted a giirrrll!” Scott sang.
“Shut up!” Mark and his mother yelled. Scott was so shocked; he jumped back and then slunk away.
“I did not assault Elsie!” he blurted out after a moments silence.
“Well, what do you call it? Hmm?”
“I don’t know.” He said looking down at his feet.
“You don’t know?! Mark! You made a girl touch your penis! What do you not know about that?” she cried.
“Mom!” Mark said disapprovingly.
“Sorry Mark. But what do you want me to call it? You dick, manhood, shaft, bulge, arousal, your snake? What word do you want? Either way, it all adds down to you make that poor girl touch you and embarrassing her in front of everyone. Especially sense this isn’t the first time you’ve embarrassed her and that you’ve know her since you were a baby. I don’t know what to do about this. It’s like I don’t know you any more.”
“Mom! You know me! I’m your son! Remember! I haven’t changed that much!” Mark said desperately. Trying to reason with her.
“No. I don’t know you anymore. You’ve changed too much Mark. Too much. I’m going to let your father handle this. I can’t.” And with that she turned around and began working on dinner again.
Knowing that the conversation was over, Mark walked out of the room got his PJ’s and went to go take a shower.

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I can’t believe the nerve of him! Elsie thought as she went to go take a shower before dinner. Her mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner, her brothers were doing homework, her dad wasn’t home yet so she had time to spare.
While she was in the shower, she thought just how much Hott (that’s what she decided to called him) and Mark were alike. Hott wanted to be mysterious and (she had to admit) romantic. Mark was mysterious but the thing he lacked was romance. He couldn’t be romantic even if he tried. Hott was evasive and Mark was bold. Really bold! Elsie got the impression that Hott would be bold sometime in their relationship.
Am I even going to continue it? She thought. Yes. I am. I need the info and maybe my hott friend could help me. She reached for the shampoo as a really weird and not very appropriate thought came into her mind. I wonder what it’d be like to have Mark here with me. OMG! Not good! I’m fantasizing about seeing Mark naked! Not good! Not good at all!
She finished her shower, toweled off and then got into her PJ shorts and tank top. I really need new PJ’s she thought as she looked down at herself. Her hips were pressing against the shorts. Her breasts were bursting out of her two sizes—too small shirt. Miles and miles of leg were exposed. Considering she’s had the PJ’s since sixth grade she decided she really needed new ones. Gawd! She thought. I might as well be wearing a bikini to bed.
She didn’t mind too much and her family wouldn’t either because they’ve all seen each other naked but still, she wouldn’t go outside for anything wearing what she is. She toweled her hair and let it drop down to her mid-back in ringlets.
When she arrived back to her room and after she put her clothes in the hamper, she checked her computer and saw that Hott had left a message that said: I’m srry! )’: Well at least he has some manners, she thought.
She IMed him back and said: for what? U did nothing’. Don’t worry about it. I now realized you were trying to be romantic and I find that sweet. But be warned, I might be bold tomorrow! With that she shut down her computer and went downstairs to the kitchen.
“Hey mom! What’s for dinner?” she asked coming down and sitting at one of the stools beside the Island.
“Hey sweetie. Well, we’re having…..hmmm…..rice with that buttery flavor you like and……chicken sandwiches. You know the ones that are like the ones Chick-fil-a.” Her mom said. “Anyway, did you finish all your homework?”
“Yes, Mom.” She said snitching a piece of bread. As she was stuffing it into her mouth shamelessly, Liam walked in behind her and scared her.
“Liam!” she moaned into the bread.
“I must say lil’ sis. That is disgusting!” he said in mock horror of her half-in half-out bread. Swallowing the bite she said, “Well, I would have eaten it already if it wasn’t for you!” she said whirling on him.
“Hey now, little kitten. Put your claws away.” He said stepping back and putting up his hands.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” She said sitting back down.
“Mom. Can you check my homework?” Tancred, the Boldevear’s twelve year old son, yelled from the family room.
“After dinner.” She called back.
“Fine.” They heard him grumble.
“Okay, everyone! Get you’re books and sit down at the table. Your dad’s gonna’ be home in a couple of minutes.” She said herding them towards the door.
“Guess who’s home?” a deep southern voice said from the front door.
“Da!” The Boldevear children’s voices rang from the dining room.
“Hiya, kids.” He said from the door frame.
“Hey sweetie. Did you miss daddy?” Christopher Boldevear asked his youngest child, Sarah. In response, Sarah giggled, wrapped her arms around her daddy and put her head in his neck.
“Ohhh, I missed you too, Honey.” He said, cuddling her.
“Hi Dear.” He said walking over to his wife and kissing her. Sarah giggled as her daddy bent and then straightened.
“So how was all of your days?” he asked looking around the table and then sitting and placing his daughter in his lap. Replies of ‘terrible’, ‘fine’, ‘great’, and ‘just like any other day’ rang in the room. Followed by Sarah’s periodic giggle.
Knowing it would be bad to ask about their answers, he let it go. He looked down at the book that Tancred had obviously laid out for him. It was Pagan’s Vow by: Catherine Jinks. I guess he’s trying to make me cooler, Chris thought. My kids obviously don’t think I’m cool enough so they’re trying to make me fit in. That makes sense. He thought with a wry smile as he finished feeding Sarah and put her in her high chair and let her play with her picture book.
While being in the high chair, Sarah looked around at her family and ate her apples. What she saw was her whole family reading. So she opened her book and did the same….but she grew thirsty. Now, you probably think this part is out of a child’s story and that it sound’s like someone’s talking to a baby but it’s not and no one is. Anyway, she tried really hard to stay quiet but then she just had to say something.
“Awww! Du-Du!” she said over and over, tapping her chest saying ‘please’. She pointed at the juice as her father turned to look at her.
“You thirsty, Sar?” her father asked. She nodded her head in response.
“There you go, sweetie.” Chris gave her the juice and finished his dinner. Elsie looked up at her sister and thought of how cute she is. I hope I have a few just like her. After dinner, everyone went there separate ways. Liam went to IM girls to ask if they’d go out with him. No luck though. Tancred went to finish his homework. Sarah’s busy playing with her toys in the family room and Elsie figured she’d check her email.

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“Mom, what’s for dinner?” Mark asked trying to stay on her good side.
“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know?” she snapped at him, obviously still mad.
“Hey now! Don’t jump down my neck, woman!” Mark retorted.
“Woman?!” his mother yelled.
“Mark Anthony Evans, who do you think you are to talk to your mother that way?” his father yelled at him.
“You know…I really don’t know anymore!” he yelled at his parents and stormed from the room. Oh, crap! Mark thought. Now I don’t get to have anything to eat and I’ll have to sneak food…again! Dammit! I hate it when I have to do that.
“Mark?” Scott said from the other side of the door. He sounded like his rarely innocent and caring self. Now Scott can be sweet, he has been before. And everyone knows he can. But lately he’s taken a fondness to looking over Mark’s shoulder when he’s doing something on the computer and he especially likes to flip people off.
He doesn’t do it to their parents but he’ll do it to Mark’s friends. Or whatever you call those jerks that delight in making fun of others and flirting with the opposite sex, Mark thought.
“Yeah?” he asked. He’d expected his bro to feel bad and then leave but that wasn’t the case.
“Hey! Are you okay?” he asked walking in and hiding something behind his back. What’s he hiding? Mark asked himself skeptically.
“Yeah…I’m okay. I’m hungry…but I’m okay.” He said looking his bro up and down. Something’s not right, he thought.
“Not to worry brother of mine! I have your solution right here!” his brother said zealously as he pulled a plate from behind his back. As soon as Mark saw it, his stomach churned and his mouth watered from starvation. So that’s what he was hiding, Mark thought as relief swarmed his whole body.
“Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!” he said lurching forward.
“Nuh-uh! No, big brother!” Scott said easily avoiding his half-starved brother.
“You can only get this food on one condition!” Scott said. Mark felt his stomach drop to the floor.
“Give me that food you little twerp. I swani I will kill you for it!” Mark said aggressively.
“I know you would bro. Oh how much I know you would. BUT here’s the deal. You tell me ALL about this girl Elsie while you eat this wonderful delicacy of a chicken sandwich and rice. Deal?” His little brother said in a bargaining voice as he made his way to the other side of the room, safely away from the tyrant.
“Hmmm.” Mark thought it over. Oh, what the heck?! I’ve got nothing to lose with this little twerp. He thought. So he agreed. Scott handed over the food, Mark thanked him and then he told Scott about his day and ALL about Elsie and why he liked her.
Scott listened avidly, and for a second it seemed like he was gonna burst out laughing and say ‘You actually like this chick?’ But he didn’t. He was very courteous of Mark’s feeling and by the time they were finished it was midnight and Mark was well fed on his mother’s cooking.

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