Sweet Hollow Women-Carasine and Andrew
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Oh, Kerosene. How's it going? Uh, who? Don't scream. I didn't mean to scare you. It was after midnight, and she was laying on a mattress on the back porch, smoking cigarettes. It was the fourth of July, or rather the fifth. Now that it was after midnight, and the night air was punctuated with the sound of firecrackers going off sporadically around the neighborhood. Andrew. Yeah, it's May. It had been months since Kerosene had spoken to Andrew Christmas had come and gone. A New Year had been ushered in the school year, had wrapped up all of that and nothing but averted eyes in the hallways. He was too cool to even toss a Facebook like her way now then, so she eventually had to delete him. She sat up pulling her long T shirt over her knees. Now that David was gone, she didn't feel much of a need to wear many clothes. When she was hanging around the house, Rhonda was too busy staying at her new boyfriend's house to notice or care what was happening. I wanted to apologize for the way I acted when I took you to the dance, and since then I don't remember going to any dance. I know I meant that I wanted to apologize for that night that I was going to take you to the dance. Mm hmm. Mind if I sit down? Asked Andrew, gesturing toward a broken lawn chair. Go right ahead. He sat down and went right through it, hitting his tailbone on the porch floor with a loud thud and a yelp of pain. Oops, that one's broken, said kerosene with no emotion. I could just sit on the floor, said Andrew. What do you want? Uh, to apologize? I guess I did that. And, well, it's the Fourth of July. So I was out riding my bicycle around and I found myself in your neighborhood. So I thought it was the right time to stop by. Were you going to sleep out here? Well, I was thinking about it. Why? Doesn't seem very safe with all the criminals and perverts and all raccoons. Even kerosene gave him a skeptical look. I'm just concerned about you, Concern. We haven't spoken for months. Andrew. That's not true, he interrupted. We spoke at school once around the end of the year. Remember, outside the chemistry lab for two seconds. You saying hi to me in the hall and me ignoring you? Doesn't count is speaking to each other. Now you're here out of the blue saying you're concerned about me. I've slept out here before and nothing's happened to me. I don't need your advice or your protection or whatever it is you think you've got for me concerned. You're unbelievable. But I am concerned. Not unbelievable. I am concerned. Whatever. I still think about you all the time. Well, I don't think about you. That was mainly the truth now and then. Memories of that horrible evening that was supposed to have been the best night of her life found their way into kerosene is brain justice quickly. She squashed them out. You don't have any beer, do you? Asked Andrew? No. Is that who you are now? Some kind of teenage alcoholic Now? Want to take a walk? No. I'm going to go to sleep now. Out here. Do you want me to stay here and keep watch while you're sleeping? No, I think you're crazy. You should leave. Oh, okay. I get it. Andrew stood up and stretched nonchalantly kerosene noticed an old cigarette butt clinging to his shorts, transferred there from the porch floor. But she didn't see any reason to point it out. Good night. Andrew could not be safe. She turned away from him and listened to him scuffling across the yard and then heard the faint sound of his bicycle being peddled down the road. When she was sure he was well on his way, she popped her head up to check and saw him disappearing around the corner of Cedar Street. The sounds of firecrackers were dying down, and a slight breeze rustled over her skin. She tried to relax and fall asleep, but his words echoed in her mind. Raccoons, criminals perverse. How dare Andrew Wiley get inside her head?