Evanescence: Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I didn’t last the all-nighter Shadowrun game. I lasted until about 4:16 AM and my spell casting for real and the excitement of the day had caught up to me. I just needed a break and had popped the tab on a red-bull and fell asleep on Shaun’s old sofa with out even touching the can.

Thankfully I didn’t even dream.

I woke up stiff and sore from the sofa and to the smell of sausage and syrup and my stomach sat up wide awake before I did and started to say hello. There’s a platter of scrambled eggs, waffles with syrup and some of those Jimmy Dean sausage patties. I smell coffee….Shaun

Shaun on the other side of basement doing laundry, folding clothes in just these tight, FORM fitting black boxer-briefs…Oh my Goddess he’s uhm…hung…

I’m not drooling over the food. He’s not just tanned but he’s all yummy farm boy buff.

That boy is as easily as hot as a thermo-nuclear grenade.

Or the sun.

Or Tom Welling…

He turns and bends to take some stuff out of the dryer.

Hello beautiful boy butt how are you this morning me? Oh I’m fine; I just wanna bounce on my best friend all night and go Yeeey!

And of course he just had to do that with me having a mouthful of coffee. I sputter and inhale that first mouthful and start choking. The Shaun’s beside me rubbing my back and gently thumping it.

“Good morning sunshine.”

“Kak, ghaya, cough.”

“Jeez Rainbow, you’d think you never had coffee before.”

“Snerfle…Don’t call me Rainbow, Sha-on.”

“You okay though seriously?”

“NO, Dammit why are you so hot?”

“Excuse me?”

“Yanno, hot, H.A.W.T.”

“Uhm you think I’m hot.”

“I dunno, I think it might be my hormones and stuff but yeah…”

“Raine, you got a long way to go on this girl thing. Chicks don’t tell guys they’re hot.”

I hit him.

He shoves me.

I hit him.

He kisses me.

My brain turns to microwaved cheez whiz.

Why am I doing this?

He’s my best friend.

I’ve got my tongue down his throat.

His hands are on my chest.

Oooooohhh! Dammit, that feels SO good!

I’m a trans-girl aren’t we supposed to not be all that into the sex stuff?

“Shaun, we…we…we’re friends.”

“Yeah, we’re like best friends.”

“Exactly, I mean I was like your best guy friend not that long ago.”

“I know, but Raine you’re beautiful, and hot and smart and we already know all of the shit about each other. I know you like me and I like you and you only live once so why the hell are we wasting time going in circles when we can just be together?”

“Wadda bout the guys.”

“I’m not into orgies.”

“No, like won’t it be awkward?”

“It is awkward orgies are like twister with juicy bits.”

I laugh into his shoulder.

“No dufus, what’ll the guys say?”

“They’d probably ask you out too.”

“You’re asking me out?”

“Tonight? You and me at the movies?”

“Shit! you are asking me out.”

“Yeah, and?” his hands massage my girls some more…ooooh, Goddess, Yes, yes Cheez Whiz girl go on date wit the pretty, pretty hawt boy. He leans forward and sucks on my right nipple through my shirt and bra. He’s not playing fair…my eyes keep wanting to roll back in my head and I want to hold him to that breast and stroke his hair.

Yes, yes more mouthing’s from Sméagol-girl’s precious.

What?…I’m a geeky girl who was born a boy who a witch, I’m not going to quote Shakespeare.

It takes superhuman effort to push myself out of Shaun’s mouth. I think my nipple was fighting me on it. I pull myself out of his hands and grab my coffee and hold it in both hands.

SHE is on the washer laughing. “That’s it get your arms in the way of them, defense, defense, raise shields.” Shaun can’t hear her and she’s got her hair in pig-tails and has big cute round glasses on and freckles, hiking boots and the first series Star Trek red mini dress. It takes Massive willpower not to throw my coffee at her.

“Shaun…we gotta stop.”

“Okay, but why? And don’t give me the we’re best friends thing.”

“I’m not ready…?”

He blinks at me.

I see HER miming holding a coffee cup with both hands up to her lips and blink, blink, blink…”Be shy, be demure, be sweet.” HER voice is that old actress from Mary Poppins.

How the hell did Luke Skywalker not punt Yoda like a little green football.

Sigh…I sip my coffee with both hands and look at him over the edge of the cup with my best deer in the headlights look.

“But, but…you started it, you said I was hawt?”

“Yeah.”

SHE hangs her head at him and pouts her lower lip out.

I hang my head and just kind of lightly look at him through my hair, I give him a little lower lip.

“And you wanna stop?”

I nod. “Yeah, I was getting kinda scared…”

“Oh, okay…I mean…shit sorry Raine…shit...I mean we where flirting, I guess I took it too far.”

“Uhm, it’s okay Shaun…I’m still getting used to this girl think like you said.”

He face-palms himself.

“Oh, god Raine I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that.”

“How’d you mean it then?” I know what he meant but I ask with soft curiosity instead of using the bitch hammer. Okay, I’m hoping I’m right about what he’s going to say.

“I meant it like…usually there’s all these head games and bullshit with regular girls it’s like they think that some of the stuff is cute and fun and coy and all it does is make you feel jerked around and used. If something does seem to go good then odds are she dumps you for some one who’s better than you…”

I knew some of where he might be going with this and I’ve been there as a guy. But it’s so different hearing it from him. We were never the guys who got the girls. Me I know why now but Shaun’s a great guy and yeah too many girls in school, in life do that very thing. Trade up when they think they can get better, richer, better connected. Not all girls are like that, but far, far too many are.

SHE’s grumbling now all dressed as a way too darkly made over EMO-girl. She’s muttering and cussing about Paris Hilton, Nicole Richie, and Snookie…

“I just thought, here’s my best friend. A guy I’d have died for and now She’s this really beautiful girl. Yeah she’s a little different but…but…Maybe she won’t hurt me…”

Oh, Dammit.

I’m so confused right now. I get this but Shaun would never have been this open to me before. Me and my Spaniard are nearly in tears over this and how he’s hurting and the emo-goth hooker me and my slave self have been so abused by men there’s this whole mixture of Good! Like he deserves to feel like this just because he’s a guy and distrust because he’s a man and men lie.

But I know Shaun.

He’d never open up like this.

There’s more hurt there than just the usual.

Somebody hurt him.

I look over to him and he’s not really looking at me and instead he’s just sitting loose on the sofa but staring at a space on the floor like he’s thinking of somewhere or someone else and…whoever she was she hurt him.

“Shaun?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be a tease.”

He turns his head to stare at me.

“Shaun, I don’t want to play head games, I’m your friend and I love you like that. I like you as the guy you are too as the girl I am. I like you a lot but I’m supercharged with stuff right now. I’m going through this weird second puberty thing and there’s times I’m so horny it feels like I’m boiling out of my skin. I know I hooked up easier as a guy but everything is different now.”

His hand reaches over and strokes my hair and my face. I hate this because part of me wanted to flinch.

“See Raine, that’s why your awesome. There’s no bullshit.” he get’s off the sofa. “Raine I’m going to hit the shower, you need anything else.?”

“Uhm no, thanks…”

He leans down and kisses me. It’s short but one of the best kisses I’ve had yet in my life. Shaun heads through a door under the stairs.

I slide off the sofa to the floor to be at a better height with the coffee table and use the sofa as a backrest. I slowly eat. I need to think…I need to think.

SHE sits crosslegged in front of me on the other side of the table, still all skater-goth-emo girl. SHE helps herself to my coffee and I can see scars on her forearms like she cuts. I stare at HER, SHE stares at me.

*** Elsewhere….Rapture.

He walked down the street hunting…

It was hot and sunny and he passed the kids park and a couple of ice cream sandwiches fell from his bag, the bait and the charm spell woven on them the hook. He saw the three kids stop and stare at them then him then run over and pick them up.

They argue for a bit before the two girls get the two boys convinced to return the ice cream to them. The charm dulling the sense of danger.

They run after him, they’re young under ten. He licks his cracked lips, he’s excited, drooling a little, the human form aroused. He pretends he doesn’t hear them because of his headphones.

He leads them into a building with a sliding garage doors. The darkness a balm for that unclean sunlight.

“Mister?, Mister?… You dropped these.’

The kids were holding out the ice cream bars.

“Oh, I never noticed. That’s really nice of you kids. Do you know that when you do nice things that you get to go the heaven?”

One of the girl nods. “Uh-huh, that’s what my mummy says, she said if I’m good then when I go to sleep like grammy did I’d get to see everyone I ever knew and loved and stuff.”

He pulled a large long knife and pressed the button on the door release. “The bitch lied.”

…..fade to dripping red.