defender of that oppressed minority of people that didn’t seem to gel with the rest of society.
But keeping up appearances was hard work, and the toll was costly. Most of the time, he lived in a silent world of depression. In truth, he despised himself for what he was, and longed to be normal, to fit in, to be part of the “in” crowd. He wasn’t even asking for popularity. Mostly, he wanted the bullying to stop, the snickering behind his back to go away, and for people to quit looking at him like they couldn’t stomach the fact that someone like him was allowed to breathe the same air.
He wrangled his mind back. His legs were already growing stiff from the cold. It was do or die time. Not really, he thought. I was relatively safe in the store.
Derek didn’t give himself time to think. He took a deep breath and started to run.
Kevin turned onto his side and stared at Rhonda. He was a little self-conscious about being bare-ass naked. Rhonda was on her back, staring at the ceiling. Her small but perky breasts jutted upward. Kevin had an overwhelming urge to play with her nipples, but didn’t. Their lovemaking had been nervous and awkward at first, mainly due to Kevin’s stage fright. It had been so long, and now that things had come together so quickly and so miraculously, he had been preoccupied with his performance before they had even gotten started. From the point that he had kissed her, an internal voice had taken to giving a play-by-play of his every move as things had progressed. It had played hell with his concentration. All he had kept telling himself was: Don’t screw up!
But Rhonda had been a gentle and knowledgeable guide, and she hadn’t complained afterward (though it crossed his mind that she was just sparing his feelings).
The zombies’ incessant pounding had become almost soothing after a while; the kind of white noise that is annoying at first, but eventually transitions and has a calming effect.
“We should probably get dressed,” Rhonda said.
Kevin rolled over and collected their clothes from the floor. He watched as Rhonda dressed as she lay there, first pulling on her panties, then her jogging pants, and finally her t-shirt. As he stood up, he said, “Thanks.”
“No one’s ever thanked me before,” Rhonda said.
“My mom taught me good manners. You want another soda?”
She shook her head. “I’m good.”
I finally score and now the world’s coming to an end, Kevin thought as he walked toward the back room. When he reached it, Derek wasn’t there. He approached the closed restroom door and knocked. “Derek? You in there?”
No answer. He couldn’t see light coming from under the door, and he couldn’t hear the noisy whir of the exhaust fan in the restroom’s ceiling. He opened the door. The bubble wrapped woman was under the sink where they had left her, the metal drainpipe digging into her cheek.
But Derek wasn’t in there.
Kevin threw on his boxers, jeans, and shirt and went back and turned the knob on the back door, finding it unlocked. “That idiot!”
Rhonda walked into the back room. “On second thought, I think I’ll have a Dr Pep –”
“Derek’s gone,” Kevin said.
“Gone? Where?”
Kevin pushed on the back door and it opened several inches.
“Why would he do that?”
“Wait a minute.” Kevin crossed over into the main room until he had a clear view of the glass display counter. “Dumbass took my keys.”
“You think he ditched us?”
Kevin shook his head. “I think the dumb bastard thinks he’s a hero.”
A second later, the rhythmic honk honk honk of the Neon’s car alarm started to go off.
To his credit, Derek didn’t think of it as an act of heroism. If anything, he was trying to prove something to both himself and to Kevin. Kevin was always telling him that he needed to earn his keep and take some responsibility, and this impromptu rescue
But keeping up appearances was hard work, and the toll was costly. Most of the time, he lived in a silent world of depression. In truth, he despised himself for what he was, and longed to be normal, to fit in, to be part of the “in” crowd. He wasn’t even asking for popularity. Mostly, he wanted the bullying to stop, the snickering behind his back to go away, and for people to quit looking at him like they couldn’t stomach the fact that someone like him was allowed to breathe the same air.
He wrangled his mind back. His legs were already growing stiff from the cold. It was do or die time. Not really, he thought. I was relatively safe in the store.
Derek didn’t give himself time to think. He took a deep breath and started to run.
Kevin turned onto his side and stared at Rhonda. He was a little self-conscious about being bare-ass naked. Rhonda was on her back, staring at the ceiling. Her small but perky breasts jutted upward. Kevin had an overwhelming urge to play with her nipples, but didn’t. Their lovemaking had been nervous and awkward at first, mainly due to Kevin’s stage fright. It had been so long, and now that things had come together so quickly and so miraculously, he had been preoccupied with his performance before they had even gotten started. From the point that he had kissed her, an internal voice had taken to giving a play-by-play of his every move as things had progressed. It had played hell with his concentration. All he had kept telling himself was: Don’t screw up!
But Rhonda had been a gentle and knowledgeable guide, and she hadn’t complained afterward (though it crossed his mind that she was just sparing his feelings).
The zombies’ incessant pounding had become almost soothing after a while; the kind of white noise that is annoying at first, but eventually transitions and has a calming effect.
“We should probably get dressed,” Rhonda said.
Kevin rolled over and collected their clothes from the floor. He watched as Rhonda dressed as she lay there, first pulling on her panties, then her jogging pants, and finally her t-shirt. As he stood up, he said, “Thanks.”
“No one’s ever thanked me before,” Rhonda said.
“My mom taught me good manners. You want another soda?”
She shook her head. “I’m good.”
I finally score and now the world’s coming to an end, Kevin thought as he walked toward the back room. When he reached it, Derek wasn’t there. He approached the closed restroom door and knocked. “Derek? You in there?”
No answer. He couldn’t see light coming from under the door, and he couldn’t hear the noisy whir of the exhaust fan in the restroom’s ceiling. He opened the door. The bubble wrapped woman was under the sink where they had left her, the metal drainpipe digging into her cheek.
But Derek wasn’t in there.
Kevin threw on his boxers, jeans, and shirt and went back and turned the knob on the back door, finding it unlocked. “That idiot!”
Rhonda walked into the back room. “On second thought, I think I’ll have a Dr Pep –”
“Derek’s gone,” Kevin said.
“Gone? Where?”
Kevin pushed on the back door and it opened several inches.
“Why would he do that?”
“Wait a minute.” Kevin crossed over into the main room until he had a clear view of the glass display counter. “Dumbass took my keys.”
“You think he ditched us?”
Kevin shook his head. “I think the dumb bastard thinks he’s a hero.”
A second later, the rhythmic honk honk honk of the Neon’s car alarm started to go off.
To his credit, Derek didn’t think of it as an act of heroism. If anything, he was trying to prove something to both himself and to Kevin. Kevin was always telling him that he needed to earn his keep and take some responsibility, and this impromptu rescue
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