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My Nanowrimo story. Hopefully, the 50K a month quota will make me actually write this one...maybe... Just remember that nanowrimo is all about quantity, not quality, so this might not even be that good.
Enjoy.
Whatever Queen Says…
The pool is normally closed on Sundays, but Queen decided for us that we were going.
Queen originally got this sudden desire to go to the beach, but since the closest one near our small town of Hollings, Kansas is a couple hundred miles away, he grudgingly settles for the local pool. The pool in question is tucked back on the outskirts of Hollings, so it will be a while before anyone finds us, if they find us at all in the first place.
So the six of us put on our swimming trunks and piled into Aiden’s hippie bus named Roxanne. Of course we had to make sure that Aiden was actually able to drive beforehand, being the alcoholic druggie that he is.
Matches has a car too, but none of us trust the redhead behind the wheel, especially not if that wheel controls a zupped-up, sun yellow Corvette.
The pool has no alarm system; it’s only protection from intruders being a heavy duty Masterlock. We all take a moment to laugh at it before simply climbing over the fence. Caillou is a big baby the entire time, constantly asking if we are going to get caught and that he doesn’t want to get in trouble. Queen calls him a dog-faced pussy and Caillou immediately shuts up.
So now here we are, at the pool, on a Sunday when it’s supposed to be closed. Our cooler filled with beer, Coke, ice-cream and sour gummy-worms sits off to the side under the shaded area near the bathrooms to keep it cool. It is the beginning of August and the sun beats down on us mercilessly. Caillou at least had the mind to bring sun block, which we all steal from him, use almost the entire bottle, and then throw it onto the roof of the bathrooms. Caillou begins his whining again, so Matches climbs up there and gets the stupid yellow bottle for him.
Matches, Aiden, and I then go out into the deep end of the pool and wrestle, nearly drowning each other in the process. Queen lounges lazily nearby, his feet dipped in the pool, and watches us with a bemused expression. Caillou remains in the shallow end for some unknown reason.
Xander, the last member of our posse, sits in the shade near the cooler, still dressed in his usual bland black tee-shirt and baggy black jeans. He is silent, as always. Sometimes that boy freaks me out. I think the same can be said for every member of our group.
Eventually Matches wins our wrestling contest. I would challenge him again, but I know he will win and I am still trying to regain my breath from when he and Aiden held me under water for what seemed like forever.
I hoist myself up next to Queen as Aiden and Matches start going at it again.
“Aww, little Danny whipped in the ass already?” Queen sneers, quirking one thin, white eyebrow.
“Shut up, Queen,” I hiss, but I know it is futile. If Queen wants to, he will continue, whether I tell him to stop or not.
Queen snorts at my poor comeback, glancing at me disinterestedly through his spiky white-blonde and blue hair, but thankfully decides to spare me.
I suddenly feel another presence on my right side – Queen being on my left – and turn to see Caillou. Caillou is this short, skinny little thing with gold-blonde hair and bright baby blue eyes. He’s not all that intimidating, but the sudden presence makes me jump slightly.
“Hey,” He says, voice soft and cheerful. He flashes me and Queen a smile, teeth white and straight.
“Why don’t you get in there?” Queen asks, nodding towards Matches and Aiden. At that exact moment, as we all turn to look at the two wrestling in the water, Matches somehow manages to pull Aiden clear out of the water and flip the brown haired druggie over his shoulder.
Caillou’s eyes get wide, “No. I’ll pass.”
“You’re such a fuckin’ wimp.” Queen taunts. I give Queen a look, pleading with him to shut up. Caillou is rather fragile and Queen’s taunting can get nasty sometimes. Queen knows this of course, he just doesn’t care.
“I can’t swim.” Caillou states quietly, cheeks turning red.
Queen examines Caillou for a moment, but then grins evilly.
Crap. Caillou should know to keep his mouth shut near Queen.
Caillou realizes his mistake a little too late. ‘A little too late’ being when Queen gets up and grabs Caillou firmly from behind by the arms.
“Time to learn.” Queen chirps happily and then pushes Caillou as hard as he can into the deep end of the pool.
Now I know what you’re thinking. What a jerk!! Right? Well, yeah, Queen’s an asshole, but he has his reasons and he never does anything that leaves permanent damage. Sometimes he even does stuff for your own good. It’s a tough love situation with him. And you better love him, because if you don’t, being anywhere near him can be a nightmare. I guess he gets a kick out of pissing other people off.
Caillou flails in the water for a little while, Matches and Aiden stopping their fight when they notice Caillou’s splashing nearby. Aiden just shakes his head, but Matches down right laughed his ass off.
I feel bad for Caillou so I stick my leg out into the water and tell him to grab it. Caillou latches onto me with a death grip his mom would have been proud of and I scoot back, thus bringing the blonde back to the side of the pool. Caillou scrambles back up next to me, careful to steer clear of Queen, who is sitting there and innocently picking at his pink polished nails.
Caillou is the underdog of our group so he doesn’t confront Queen, who’s kinda our leader, on the matter, which is a smart thing to do. If Queen did that to me, I wouldn’t start anything either.
Queen’s nicknamed ‘Queen’ for a reason. He rules.
Now you’re probably thinking ‘But he’s a guy. It should be king, not queen.’ Well, I’m sure you’ll understand in a little while why we call him Queen instead of King.
We stay at the pool for a good four hours, all of our beer and ice cream are gone and we’re all worn out. Well, all of us except for Xander, of course. He didn’t even get in the pool; he just sat there and never said a word. Freaky little thing, isn’t he?
When we finally agree to leave, Aiden snaps that none of us are getting into his Roxy wet, so we strip off our trunks and lay out on the deck chairs to dry off. Poor Caillou is beginning to turn pink from the sun and embarrassment. Once I’m dry, I pull my spare shorts and shirt from the duffel bag I brought.
Caillou’s now in his usual button up polo and slacks while Aiden pulls out a shirt that has a pot leaf plastered on the front. Queen is another story altogether. He now has on a jean mini-skirt, the slit in the side going too high for social decency, and a frilly pink top to match his pink four inch Stilettos and nail polish.
Understand why we chose ‘Queen’ now?
The boy can kick any of our asses, and he’ll do it in heels and a skirt. He says he only cross dresses, which he does about three or four days a week, because it’s fun and he likes scaring people. Plus it keeps the girls away.
Girls… ick…
Anyways, at least Queen’s outfit is better than Matches.’ Or rather, Matches’ lack of an outfit. The muscled redhead didn’t bring any extra clothes so he just walks around naked, absolutely shameless. I suggest that he just wrap his towel around his waist, which he does reluctantly.
We’re all a little bit buzzed because of the beer so we laugh and joke and shove each other back over the fence. At least Caillou has the sense to stay out of our way and nobody messes with Xander, who is last over the fence anyway.
I think everybody catches a glimpse of Queen’s thong, which is black today, as he climbs over and we all hoot. Matches actually goes to pop it, since one of the thin black straps is visible above the skirt’s waist line, but Queen slaps the redhead silly before he can even come close.
We all pile back into the hippie van. Aiden and Matches sit up front, Queen and me take the middle seat, while Caillou and Xander climb into the back. Aiden then revs up the ancient hippie van, which he got from his ex-hippie father, and soon we’re headed back home.
Aiden pulls a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the glove box. He lights one up and then hands both the box and lighter to Queen because he knows our blonde and blue haired cross-dresser will want one. Queen takes one out and lights the end. Surprisingly, Xander actually taps Queen on the shoulder and gestures for a cigarette. I know Xander smokes, but he normally has his own and he doesn’t really like interacting with other people.
Once done the cigarettes and the lighter go back up front. Matches puts the cigarettes in the glove box, but keeps the lighter. I watch hesitantly as he starts playing with it, flipping it on and off and sticking his fingers into the flame.
The thing you should know about Matches is that he is, in fact, a pyro.
Now, he’s never done anything stupid like burn his house down, but I do know that he’ll set anything small on fire and he has several small burn marks on his body from playing with fire too much.
Queen seems unconcerned though and swings sideways to put his feet up into my lap without asking. I don’t really mind, so I say nothing.
As we drive through Hollings, the whole three stoplights and twenty buildings of it, I sigh and prop my elbow up on the window ledge. Hollings is one of those towns that can be considered, ‘so small that when you’re driving you can blink and miss it.’ It’s pathetic really.
We don’t even have a Wal-mart.
The closest real city is Garden City and it’s about an hour away. We have a little grocery story, a bank, gas station and then the elementary, middle, and high schools. Just the bare minimums for survival.
At one of the lights, a black mustang with all of its windows rolled down pulls up on Roxanne’s right side. Queen perks up and focuses his attention on the car next to us.
“Mmmm, jocks.” He purrs. I look over to see that indeed there are a few boys that go to our school inside. They’re all muscled and, unfortunately for them, they’ve caught Queen’s attention. Maybe it’s a good thing that he’s on the left side of the car and there is a person, me, in between Queen and the window.
Queen huffs slightly, but then that evil smirk of his returns.
“Hey Matches, I dare you to whistle at them for me.”
Now, another thing with Matches is to never, ever say ‘I dare you.’ He’ll take as a personal challenge and he’s crazy enough to do whatever you say. Which is why he leans right out the window and whistles loudly at the Mustang next to us.
At first, they don’t realize that Matches is whistling at them, but once they catch on that the goofy, redhead is hitting on them, all four of the Mustang’s tinted windows immediately go up. I can only imagine what they’re thinking. I mean, being hit on by a guy like Matches from the window of a hippie van?
They must be either pissed or humiliated.
Probably both.
“Oh come on don’t be like that.” Matches calls. Queen busts out laughing next to me. Even Aiden is watching the situation with a half smile on his face. I can’t tell what Caillou and Xander are doing behind me and I don’t want to turn around and look in case I miss something.
When the light suddenly turns green again, the mustang peels off at breakneck speed and now the entire van is filled with laughter.
“Pity.” Aiden sighs, and hits the gas, “The one in the passenger seat was really cute.”
Now I’m sure there’s a question lurking in the back of your mind that you’re just dying to ask.
Are you guys’ gay?
The answer.
We’re all as straight at a British round-about.
It’s one of the main reason’s all of us are together. I mean, we live in a small town; we’re all outcasts at school so we all slowly met each other and formed our own little group of misfits.
Gay misfits.
None of us are dating each other though. It would be kind of weird, since we’re all so close to each other. I did date Aiden once for six months freshman year. It was nice, but not meant to be. We’re still really tight though, as you can see, and we’ve gotten over our turbulent break-up. I also have pretty good reason to believe that Queen and Aiden are regular fuck buddies now, but I’m not sure. They’re both sluts so I wouldn’t be surprised.
Matches once said he had a thing for me when he was drunk, but that’s the first and only thing we’ve ever heard from him. Though he did once convince another football player to make out with him in the locker room showers; we all still crack up at the thought of it.
Caillou’s so innocent, I think he’s just overwhelmed by all the men in front of him, so he can’t say he likes just one. I think he’s still trying to grasp the concept of ‘gay.’
Xander on the other hand, is quite the enigma. We used to think he was asexual, so we asked him and he told us point blank that he was gay. Personally, I kind of like Xander. I think it’s all the mystery around him. It may be curiosity more than attraction, but then it isn’t all that hard for me to find him attractive. He’s tall, almost as tall as Aiden, with long, shoulder length naturally black hair and clear gray eyes. I just wish he’d open up is all. It’d be nice to actually get to know him.
We’re all so different, but we somehow found each other and now, we’re inseparable. Sometimes I worry about what will happen after graduation. They’re my friends and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost any of them.
“Guys, tomorrow’s the first day of school…” Caillou voices from the back, and I can tell he is somewhat excited.
“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Queen sighs in disgust, flopping back down onto the seat next to me.
“Oh c’mon, Queen,” I say, running a hand through his hair, “Senior year. It’ll be great. And it’s the last time we’re forced to go back to school.”
“And that’s one time too many.” Queen snaps back and I can tell he’s getting cranky.
“We gotta have fun this year,” Matches says loudly, turning around in his seat, “We just gotta!”
“Yeah,” I smile back and turn to catch Caillou’s eye and wink. “We will.”
I look at Xander, only to see him staring blankly out the window and not even paying attention to our conversation. However, the moment I lay eyes on him, he glances at me out of the corner of his eyes, as if he knows I’m looking at him. His gaze only meets mine for a bare second before he dismisses me and looks back out the window.
I sigh and turn back around.
I wish he’d at least look at me.
Well, I can’t stay depressed forever, tomorrow is the first day of senior year. Everyone always talks about their senior year, all the work and all the fun. They say senior year is the most memorable.
I hope mine is worth remembering too.much luv
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