Lucid Lovers

Aimee

   I was sleeping by the pool when a splash woke me up. I was startled at first, disoriented really, until I realized it was him…again…Then, not even his charming smile could keep me awake, I couldn’t help it. I dozed off again. That’s been happening a lot lately. The last two weeks must finally be catching up with me.

Chiper’s Diary

   Aimee’s started again. Remember last October? Well, I don’t think it will get that bad because we started treatment earlier. No reason not to, it’s not like we don’t have the money…but I’m still scared for my baby girl. I love her so much. Only 16 and such hard times. I hope things start looking up.

            Aimee

   Jared, the one in the pool, has got to be the best thing to ever happen to me. He’s perfect, he’s tall, he’s Mexican…need I say more? Before him, I was in and out of therapy every two months. Before him, I was…I was…I was nothing. I was nothing but a run-of-the-mill overly-depressed high school student with too much time on her hands to contemplate things that need not be contemplated for too long or too hard……my god…….I was cliché!!!! At least that’s over now. I have him and I will forever, he told me himself.

   That first time we actually talked…ahhhh…it was a day I will never forget. I was standing outside of the school waiting for Chiper to pick me up. It was my last day of 10th grade and I didn’t want it to last any longer. When her cherry red Porsche finally pulled in the parking lot I was cursing her lateness, what I did not know then was that I would later be praising her busyness. It turned out to be the new pool boy who was picking me up. Our new and wonderful pool boy. Jared.

            Chiper’s Diary

   I wish she’d call me mom. I mean, I DID birth her. I DID care for her for sixteen years. I DID put a roof over her head. Granted that roof might not be so big if it weren’t for my dear late husband. Who ever said marrying for money was wrong? I’m doing just fine. Big house, expensive car, new pool boy.

   Ah yes, the new pool boy. My other love and quite possibly the best money I’ve ever spent. He’s tall, he’s muscular…he’s mine! I met him in a bar. He bought me a drink. I bought him, for 65 dollars an hour. Now, not only is my pool clean, but I have unlimited access to the most perfect guy in the world. Unlimited and unshared.

            Aimee

   I got in the car, not really taking my eyes off of him. “You’re mother was busy, asked if I’d pick you up.” Even his voice was dreamy. The accent I could take or leave.

   “That’s fine…I don’t mind.” My voice was caught in my throat. I had watched him clean the pool for weeks now but this was the first time he had actually said anything to me…I didn’t want it to end. I was looking forward to the ten minute drive home, that’s for sure.

   After a rather long silence he spoke up again. “So…how was school?”

   I never knew how to answer that question, especially now that I’m in HIS presence. “It was...school…not that great. You know how it is.”

   “Actually I was home schooled by my mother, so no, I don’t know.” This should start up a nice conversation.

   “Really? So, you didn’t have any friends or anything? That must have sucked. But then again, you didn’t have to eat the lunches.” I chuckled at this.

   “My mother wasn’t a great cook.” He chuckled at this. “But no, I didn’t really have any friends.”

   “How did you get along then? Who did you talk to?” I couldn’t live with out Jackie or Beth, I tell them everything!

   “I didn’t really talk to anyone but my mother and father. I read a lot.”

   “What about girlfriends?”

   “Nope”

   I had reservations. “Boyfriends…?”

   He laughed “No honey. Straight”

   “Well then how can you not have a girlfriend? You’re so hot!”

            Chiper’s Diary

   He was so hot. “What’s your name?” I had to talk louder than normal because the music in the bar was loud.

   “People call me Jared.”

   “Is that your name?”

   “That’s what people call me.” Mysterious…not sure if I like that.

   “Is that what I should call you?”

   “You can me whatever you want.” That did it for me. He was good at this. Made me wonder how many people he actually picks up.

   “Do you do this often, Jared?”

   “Actually this is my first time in a bar. I turned 21 yesterday.”

   After a little more talking we ended up leaving the bar together. He took me to his place and…well…needless to say he now cleans the pool. Every. Single. Day.

            Aimee

There was another pause in the chatting while Jared let what I had said sink in. Then he finally spoke up. “Well, you’re not half bad yourself.”

And then I could have choked. I couldn’t breathe. I’m pretty sure my jaw dropped open and my eyes bulged out. Jared must have seen this because he said “I’m serious. You’re a blonde goddess.” It was too good to be true. I think I passed out because the next thing I remember is walking to the front door of our three story mansion and saying hi to Marvin as he opened the door for me. I turned around to say thanks to Jared but the tires were squealing out of the drive way as he sped off…somewhere.

        Chiper’s Diary

I was selling a house a couple of weeks ago when I was supposed to be picking up Aimee from school…I just plain forgot about her. It could have been the biggest sale of my career. I had nothing else on my mind. But, I’m glad she got home ok…however it happened.

Jared and me have been together for about two months now. He tells me we’ll be together forever. I believe him. You can’t refute words that come out of something so beautiful. You just can’t.

I’m not sure what Aimee thinks about me and Jared being together. She doesn’t seem to mind. I can’t really get a read on her. I asked her when I got home from selling that house.

“He’s fine.” That’s all I got. That’s all I ever get. I don’t know why she won’t talk to me. Ever since I made her go back I get a few words out of her and she’s off to her room or to the pool. She doesn’t understand that it’s for her own good. She claims that she doesn’t think it’s starting again…but…she didn’t know it was going on last time either…huh…I don’t know what to think. I wish Jared were here. He’s coming soon, we’re going swimming.

        Aimee

It’s been two weeks since then and I’ve started to remember things from the car ride. I remember him telling me that he loves me. I remember kissing his soft and beautiful lips. I remember feeling his tounge…ahhh.

We’ve had many more encounters since then and each of them better than the previous. We’ve yet to do…anything…big…but there is still time. He’s coming over later to clean the pool…maybe I can get something out of him then. Until then, I’m going swimming.

        Chiper’s Diary

It is with heavy heart that I write to you now dear diary. For I have lost my love. Taken from me like candy taken from a baby. Stripped from my grasp by non other than my other love. Life is cruel. Cruel cruel cruel. I write this to you know in hopes of some sort of understanding as to what exactly has been going on these last few weeks.

Aimee was sleeping by the pool when Jared came over for our swim. It’s part of her sickness. She sleeps a lot. We didn’t wake her to go inside. We figured that if she was out, there was nothing we were going to do in the pool that would wake her. So Jared jumped in, I followed. And then…it was strange what happened next.

         Aimee

Another splash woke me up again. This time it is Chiper…but…why is she swimming with Jared? Maybe it’s just a friendly swim. But then again…they’re splasing each other. What kind of friendly swim involves flirting?

Wait…Wait just a minute…he’s holding out his arms…and she’s accepting!! What the hell!? Friendly swim my ass! Now she’s kissing him! That’s it! I’ve had enough.

        Chiper’s Diary

Aimee sprung from her sleep and started shouting at us both.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Get off of him!” I was under the impression that she thought our relationship was ok.

“Honey…I thought you were ok with this?”

“You’re out of your goddamn mind. Why would I be ok with you fooling around with him? Really, I want to hear your reasoning.”

Jared spoke up now. He was frustrated with Aimee’s attitude. “Don’t you talk to your mother like that. Who do you think you are?” From here things turned odd.

“Don’t start with me Jared! You’re in this shit about as much is she is. So don’t start screwing with me. I thought we had something special!” Tears started to form in my baby girl’s red eyes.

“Where would you get an idea like that?” Jared seemed genuinely confused.

“Oh, I don’t know…maybe ‘you’re a blonde goddess’ is the line that did it. Or that kiss you gave me, over and over and over again…Maybe that’s where I’m getting it from.” I looked at Jared and he looked at me…I could tell by his face that I was not the only one who had no idea what she was talking about.

        Aimee

They both look dumbfounded. Yeah that’s right you whore. You’re mister prince charming has been charming you’re daughter. Swallow a mouth full of that!

“Honey…” Chipper starts to say, “…none of those things happened.” HA! That’s what you think slut.

“Go on, Jared. Tell my dear mother what we’ve been up to. The cats out of the bag. You’d better come clean now.” I can tell I’ve got him trapped.

“Aimee,” here it comes, time for the bitch to get what’s coming to her “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” That son of a bitch!

“And what about that time you picked me up from school and you made out with me? I suppose you’re going to say that didn’t happen either?” He can’t get out of this one.

“It…it didn’t Aimee. I’ve never picked you up from school.”

“You’re lying! YOU TOLD ME YOU LOVED ME!” That one got him!

“I NEVER SAID THAT! We were never together and we’re never going to be together.”

        Chiper’s Diary

This part is especially hard to write…so forgive me if it’s jumbled, hard to understand, stained with tears…

After the screaming match, Aimee jumped in the pool. She went straight for Jared. She locked her small arms around his neck in an attempt to choke him. “Aimeeeeeee…pleasssseeee…get off meee” She was grunting and crying as she tried her damndest to tighten the grip on his airways.

Jared pleaded for her to get off again and then he started turning red. She really was choking him! I tried to pry her off but her grip must have been reinforced by some anger that she held deep down. She kicked me in the stomach and I doubled over in pain, submerged under water.

I couldn’t tell what was going on. I looked at the surface and saw the two struggling. Water splashing and feet kicking. One pair of legs disappeared. Where did they go? Had she given up? Then I saw it. Across the pool a large splash. I hurried as best I could to the surface, still in pain. I reached the top just in time to see Aimee’s arm go under water which was now red with blood.

        Aimee

Damn that hurt. Must have hit my head on something. Better get to the surface so I can finish the bastard off…what the hell…I can’t move my arms! My legs won’t kick either! HELP! HELP!!!!!!! Why aren’t they…saving me? I better hurry up and get to the surface. I’m getting sleepy. Arms…still don’t…move. Can’t…swim…eh…arms…I feel…someone’s…arms…take me up…please.

        Chiper’s Diary

   I swam my hardest over to the bloody splotch that Aimee sank to the bottom of. Jared was there pulling her out of the water. “She hit her head on the side of the pool” he told me. He got her on the patio and laid her down. Blood continued to pour from the back of her head, staining the stone. Jared started CPR.

        Aimee

I’m…lying…down…good to…sleep…while…lying down…think I will…wait there’s Jared…what’s he doing?...sle…ep…must…sle..ep…oh…he’s…coming…for…a…kiss…I’ll give…him…one…then…slee……..p………………………

THE END

{A/n: Yet again my Upcoming Stories list is wrong. But…yeah. This is the first story I’ve written in under 24 hours. I had a deadline to meat for my writing group thing where our assignment was to write a romance story. We had two weeks but I started the day before…It’s nowhere near becoming my favorite story by me…but I do think it’s my longest one shot yet. It was going to be longer but I cut stuff out because it was annoying. Tell me what you think please. I don’t care if you hate it tell me anyway.}