has been starting to see many faults in our society as of late and decides to take a break from it all and live in the wild for a good while and find himself, much to the dismay of his beloved girlfriend. Let me know what you think
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He gazed reverently atop the cracking shingles unto the united stars. They flew proud amongst each other with dignity, and pride. He longed to be out under them, their white lights paving the way on the endless prairies. Reluctantly he turned from the window towards his open suitcase.
Just a little longer
He had grown tired of triple checking every little item he planned on taking. But he recognized the importance. For he wouldn't be returning anytime soon.
Taking casual steps toward his bed he gently pushed on his temples. His headache was a hassle, to say the least. Probably from the lack of a much needed sleep. He had been staying up later than he would have liked, finalizing his plans. Sure, he had been sorting it all out for 3 months now, but before it seemed little short of a dream. Now, the night the school year eneded, he would leave in the cover of darkness, as soon as the clock struck midnight.
A weary yawn escaped his hard at thought mind. Had he everything he needed?
Unwilling to doubt his countless checks any more he zipped up the faded brown suitcase and set it beside the garbage bags in front of the white door.
Plopping on his bed, lending a glance to his blue numbered alarm clock, he noted the noise coming from the room above him. His single mother's. Sure he had been used to the sounds of passion since he could remember, but it still gave him an ironic shock each time the mattress lifted lightly off her rug'd floor and slammed back harder. The reason for the irony, he figured, was that his widowed mother was a Schoolteacher. A figure of dignity and authority to most all his peers. Angered at the site of two young lover's kissing on school grounds, yet let a perfect stranger between her legs every casual weekend.
Only human of course, he didn't blame her. But it was still degrading to be treated as though kids were the only ones who enjoyed "it" by adults, such as his mom, when they were all, in fact, human.
Glancing restlessly, yet again to the numbers on the clock, he noticed he had only another 30 minutes to wait.
His eyes, still facing the nigh table with the alarm clock, now focused on the unique smile of Tracey.
Although the picture of her didn't do her silvery blue eyed face any justice, he couldn't help but appreciate the genuineness with a small smile.
He thought often, when looking at pictures of Tracey, about how insincere and makeshift the smiles most girls wore in pictures were. James could usually recognize the fakes when he seen them, and Trace wasn't near. Her confident demeanor never seemed to give way and she could always flash the most witty, seductive, or knock dead gorgeous smile with every bit of her soul.
As he rolled from his right shoulder to his back he looked up at the plastic golden stars on his ceiling. He and his Dad has put them up when he was just a timid little boy. Countless, all shapes and sizes, mimicked the pristine sight awaiting him outside with a golden tinge.
When he was younger and afraid of the dark he would run screaming through the hall to his parents bedroom. He always thought the unrecognizable outlines of his clothes in the closet were ghosts at night. His caring parents would let him stay the night in their bed for a few months. But soon enough his Dad brought home the golden glowing stars. They gave out enough light to clarify the room.
He looked again to the clock.
12 minutes
Just then a pair of slender, jeaned legs gracefully came into sight from beyond the window and bent down. Trace, he thought with a grin. Her petite hands moved purposefully to tap on the glass as he leapt off the bed to let her in.
When he looked up and saw her playful smile he winked, barely being able to wait to hold her in his arms.
Their grins now wide like when they were kids spoke for the words unsaid. I'm so glad to see you
He lent out his sturdy arms for her as she came in, feet first, giggling innocently with the familiar thrill of sneaking through James' window. He didn't set her down, instead her pulled her into a deep kiss. This needed to last. She wouldn't be going with sadly. She raked through his thick, dark brown hair with her right, and over the ripples of his back with her left. she was graced by the lights of the night sky, being close to the window, and he, by the childlike glow from his ceiling.
Her thin body, however small, was causing a just amount of stress on his muscles. But he didn't care. The world was in his arms right now. and he would endure anything to simply hold her.
She was his. He was hers.
He shifted her weight slightly and moved his left hand under her her honey fall of hair to care for the base pf her neck. He massaged it ever so carefully as their lips locked and unlocked in experience. His right hand now on her behind, gave it a playful spank. She giggled away from his kiss.
"Missed you," James said politely. Simple as that.
"I didn't think our last one would last me long enough," she said with an innocent smile as she looked to the floor in sadness.
She wished she could go with him. See him smile, laugh, hug him everyday, outside of the pressures of
life. Just escape into their own world for once.
But alas, she cared deeply for her mother. She had been diagnosed with lung cancer months ago, and her days were numbered. Her father had died a few years back, and her brother had turned to drugs and violence long ago. She was the only one who visited her now. Held her hand. Sent her flowers, to remind her of the beauty of life.
"Someday I'll come back for you, I drew a map for you showing where I'm going to all be going"
"I know, I know." A tear slowly fell down her face.
"Awe. Sweetheart. There's no need to cry," He lifted her chin up to look her in the eyes, "Your so strong. I'm proud of you, you know. We all are."
She sniffled."Oh James, its going to be awful lonely without you."
"You know I'd stay. You have only to ask hun."
Fighting a tear she said, "No, don't even think about it. You've been planning this for three months now. This is important to you, to me. Ill Be with you someday soon."
In the silence he pulled his head back to get a better look of her dignified face. His eyes wandered, across her spotless forehead, wisping locks of rose scented hair, down to her vibrant eyes. They silvery blue reminded of an endless, perfect storm. His view fell to her small, lovely lips.
She was stunning.
He layed her down on the bed and cuddle close. He looked to the picture of her again.
"Remember when I took that picture of you Trace?"
"Always," she replied with a smile, "The first day you told me you loved me."
She turned around to face his deep brown eyes, and sank under his chin.
And as the moon fell upon their fathers graves, James' mother breathed a final breathe of passion, and Tracey's mother slept silently in a lonely hospital bed, the two lovers held each other tight.
This was the last night he would see her.
And he wasn't coming back.
