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brelione · 4 years

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The Surfer And The Siren

The Shell,The Phone and The Date

JJ had picked up the shell,Pope insisting that it had simply gotten caught in the propellers and had somehow escaped and landed on the dock.JJ knew it was bullshit,that it had to have been cause by the same thing that he had seen that morning.That thing had been you.

You wanted to stay at the dock in hopes of seeing him tomorrow morning but you had to get back to the cave to see Richard.You went up to the surface for a moment,taking in a little bit of air,looking over to John.B’s house.An interesting thing it was,messy,run down and always full of laughter.You grinned to yourself before going back under the water,getting back to your cave a long while before Richard.

JJ put on his hat,John.B patting his back and telling him to “Just go for it”.The blonde was standing outside with the pogues,getting ready to go inside and talk to Richard in hopes of getting a date with you.JJ nodded,opening the door,bell jingling and alerting Richard.He was calm tonight,not worried about you getting kidnapped by Ward or something like that.

“Evening,Jesse.What can I do for you?”Richard asked,his voice raspy from his coughing.JJ bit his lip,playing with his fingers nervously. “Um...so (Y/N)....does she have a phone?”JJ asked,chewing the inside of his cheek as he waited for an answer.Richard chuckled at his nervousness. “You’ve got a crush,I see.I can give you a number and she’ll answer you when she can.She’s a busy girl.”Richard chuckled,grabbing his pen and notepad,hand shaking slightly as he wrote down his own phone number and handing it back to JJ.

JJ’s eyebrows furrowed,trying to figure out why it was so easy and if this was a trick of some sort.JJ thanked him quietly,leaving the store and holding up the paper slip. “I got the number.”He smiled,Kiara hitting his arm in excitement. “You got the number?”She asked.JJ nodded,putting the paper in his pocket while Pope just stood,completely shocked.

“So what now?Are you going to call her?”He asked.JJ frowned,realising that he hadnt even thought that far ahead yet. “Not today but maybe tomorrow morning.”He answered,tucking the paper into his pocket where it would be safe.

Richard locked the door,heading out the back and getting into his old car,starting it up and beginning his journey to your cave.You would be pleased to hear that the Maybank boy would be able to talk to you now.Thats what he thought,at least.He didnt know that you had gotten JJ to bring that shell inside.

That wouldn't really do much for you.You’d be able to hear him and see him for a split second if you were lucky but you couldn't communicate through that.You lifted yourself onto your rock,letting out a loud sigh as bubbles fizzed in the water due to the crashing waves outside.You grunted,lifting yourself out of the deep pool of water and onto the sand,rolling across in a disgustingly ungraceful way to grab a poptart and a t shirt from the bags that Richard had given to you,realizing that you were shirtless.

You smirked to yourself when you saw a shiny,pearl like shell,the object dragging itself across the sand and into your hand.You kept thinking back to the conversation you had heard between JJ and his friends,smiling at the thought.

You hoped you’d see him next time you went on land,maybe even get to talk to him.You lifted the shell to your lips,closing your eyes. “JJ Maybank.”You whispered,lifting it to your ear to hear chuckling. “John.B,you're the stupidest person I know!”You heard him exclaim,followed by a small cough. “You just choked on a dorito so fuck you!”John.B shouted back before the sound got muffled by something,probably someone sitting on it or something getting thrown on top of it.

You watched an Iphone get dropped down the opening in the rocks,followed by Richard’s rope latter as the old man held onto it,climbing down. “Guess what.”He grinned,brushing the sand off of the phone.You raised an eyebrow,opening a sundae flavored pop tart. “The Maybank boy asked for your number,you dont have a number but I gave him mine so now you can take this,”He waved the phone in the air.

“And you can get some blonde boy dick.”He exclaimed,putting it down on top of the dry string bag.You felt your face grow hot,biting into to poptart. “Shut the fuck up,Rich!What do I even say to a teenage boy?Its been like...a couple of decades since I made a new guy friend.What do people even talk about now?”You asked,sliding back into the water,getting off the sand that had gotten stuck between your scales.

He shrugged,sitting down and putting his feet in the water. “Maybank,he’s a real ladies man.He’s probably gonna have something to talk about.If you go on land with him next month you need to stay safe,away from cops and away from the Cameron’s.Dont tell him about yourself either,you already know that.”He grabbed for your poptart,breaking off the corner.You sighed,flicking your fins to make the ends touch.

“So if I hang out with him next month you wont be mad?”You asked,pulling the wet cotton black shirt away from your skin,water drops dripping from it.He shook his head,taking the poptart wrapper from you and putting it into his pants pocket so he could throw it away when he got back to his house. “I wont be but Blue probably will.”He answered,eyes focusing on the bubbles at the surface.

You bit the inside of your cheek,tightening your hand around the shell before tossing it to the bottom of the pool. “The dryads missed you a lot.Word around the island says that a ton of little girls with green hair were running around the docks the other day.None of em’ speak english though,I think you’ve got to talk to them and remind them that this place isnt like it used to be.

Maybe go up to the river tomorrow to see them so I dont have too.”He pulled at the wrinkly skin of his wrists,kicking his feet back and forth under the water.You nodded,scratching at your eyebrow. “I mean,they’re trees.They cant really do much damage except stealing donuts and giggling for no god damn reason.”You shrugged,hoping you wouldnt have to go and talk to the dozens of tree children.

As you thought about it,flicking your fin back and forth under the unnaturally warm water the phone dinged.You gasped,lifting your hand up,the smart phone colliding with your palm.You let out an excited squeal,smacking Richard on the arm.

Hey :) Its JJ,the blonde guy from the store last night.

“Is it him?”Richard asked,equally excited.You nodded,staring at the text. “Well what did he say?”Richard asked,falling into the water as he tried to see what the boy had said. “Oh my holy Jesus-he’s totally flirting with you right now!”He exclaimed,gripping the rock and pulling himself out of the water,shaking slightly as he did so.You began to type,Richard trying to see what you were saying. “What are you typing?”He asked impatiently.

Hey :) Richard said he gave you my number,you typed out,staring at it to make sure that it looked okay before sending it.

“She read it!”JJ exclaimed,watching as three floating dots came across the bottom of his screen. “Is she answering?”KIara asked,leaning across the couch to watch as you typed. “What do I say?”He asked,not wanting to fuck up.Pope became intrigued,looking at the screen.

“Ask her how her day went.”Pope suggested,trying to read upside down as JJ typed. “No-that’s dry texting.Get into depth and ask her about her political views and what she wants to do with her life and what her zodiac sign is!”Kie argued,trying to take the phone from JJ. “What the fuck,Kie?I dont want to freak her out!”JJ exclaimed,checking how long it had been since you sent the text.

Two minutes. “Fuck,now she thinks im ignoring her.You know what?Im just gonna ask what shes doing.”JJ went to type,only to have John.B shout at him. “GIrls hate that!Ask her how she knows Richard!”John.B urged him to type quickly.JJ typed as fast as he could go without making any spelling mistakes,sending the text.

He watched nervously as he saw the ‘read’ receipt,waiting for you to answer him. “Family friend,living situation is kind of complicated ig.”He read out loud,biting his lip as he thought about what to say. “Relatable lmao I go between my friend’s houses all the time”He replied,hoping he hadnt gone too far into detail about his person life.

You bit at your tumb nail,Richard asking you what was happening but you shushed him. “Felt that.My parents decided to head out when I was like seven so that sucks.”You answered,leaning so that you were half in and half out of the water,your arms stretched outwards as you typed.

He was really fast at replying,agreeing that it sucked that your parents abandoned you and also explaining that his mother had done the same when he was six.You knew that you felt a connection to him for other reasons besides the fact that he looked exactly like your deceased lover,grinning slightly to yourself. “Twinsies.So hows your life going now?”You sent the message,cringing at the vocabulary.

That probably wouldve got you sent to an insane asylum if you had said that in the forties.You put the phone down for a moment,letting Richard read the messages as you swam to the bottom of your pool quickly,searching for the shiny shell that you had heard the blonde through earlier.You picked it up,kicking off the bottom with your fins and wiping the hair from your forehead when you resurfaced,attempting to dry your hands on the rocks.

You wiped a water drop from your nose with the back of your hand,whispering into the shell.Richard smiled,asking you to let him listen to it for a second.You let him,watching as he held the shell to his ear with one hand,the other hand going to cover his mouth. “What?What are they saying?”You asked,taking the shell back and trying to focus on listening. “He’s gonna ask you on a date!Get the phone-get the phone-get the phone!”He whispered loudly,too excited to grab it himself.

You used your arms to semi drag yourself out of the water,reaching for it. “Im getting the phone!Chill the fuck out!”You giggled,staring at the screen. “Is he typing?”RIchard asked,nearly slipping as he got out of the pool and sat in the sand,squinting and watching the screen. “Do you wanna maybe hang out tomorrow?”You gasped at the message,screaming to Richard.

“He wants to hang out tomorrow!”You exclaimed,not knowing what to say. “Shit-telll him that you have work and that you cant hang out until….July 26th im pretty sure.”He answered,trying to recall when the next full moon would be.You sighed,pinching the bridge of your nose. “Thats a month from now.What would I be doing for a whole month straight?”You asked,trying to come up with a decent lie.

He bit the inside of his cheek,trying to think of a good answer. “Working and doing something confidential that you cant tell him about.Tell him that you’ll tell him about your job when he sees you so he’ll be more excited to see you.”Richard nodded to himself.

JJ frowned as your answer came onto the screen.By now Pope and John.B had fallen asleep,Kiara too interested in what was going on with you to sleep. “She says she has work too much and cant hang out until the 26th.”He grumbled.Kiara nearly shouted,instead taking his phone to make sure he had read it correctly.

She began to type,making JJ nervous. “Kie-Kie what are you doing!Dont send that without showing me!”He yelled,not caring if he woke up the boys.It was too late though,she already sent a text,smiling when she gave it back to him. Cool,I’ll see you then ig.Do you want to go to the beach or something? She had typed,pretending to be him.It wasnt that bad,in fact,he was glad that she had sent it cause he wouldnt have the balls to. “Yeah,okay.So like 8pm on the 26th?”Was your response,making him blush. “Sounds like a date.”He replied.

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jaquespeaks · 6 years

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White Peak

There is this very known metaphor about standing at the foot of a mountain that you need to climb, and being intimidated by the height. It’s to teach a person to not be afraid of the challenges of life if, indeed, what was waiting for them up at the peak is success. But at that great a height, do they teach you how to deal with it when you are faced with a ridge and the only option you have left is to go down?

This is the story of the day I seized the mountain side.

Our black Chrysler drove over the edges of the mountain road, like a squirrel swiftly running on the branches of an old pine. Driving through a twilight in the forest mountain side where neither sun nor moon left the theatrical stage of the skies. The stiff pine trees dancing across the stage as the stars hopped over each one in a dazzling display of veiled light. The fresh mountain air smelled oddly like dry and cold grass, well, perhaps because maybe that was what was on the ground. But it still had a fresh nutty smell to it.

I sat quietly at the back of the car, with the window rolled up to protect us from the coldness of the air outside, and I held teddy bear tightly and securely on my lap. I was afraid that the car might slip on some of the ice that spread across the road during those December days and would have fallen into the ridges that would quietly engulf our vehicle and to sing a song of grief into the wind of a family and torn trees.

But, I shrugged the fear away, if in fact it was a fear, and turned to my brother who was sitting with his mouth slightly agape. I sighed and looked around for something else to do to pester my brother, that was the job of a younger sister after all. After a short treasure hunt around the many bags at the back row, I had found nothing but a small bag of Doritos and giddily opened it and gently placed the bag on his lap and one pyramid shaped chip into his mouth.

He didn’t wake up.

Now that the plan was set, I thought, all that I had to do now was wait.

I looked back out of the window wondering where we were, despite just rolling through the same road, twisting and turning like a maze in the kingdom of wolves and deer.

Twilight turned into night and the car rolled silently into a sleepy village in the mountains, not surprisingly, with every house turned into a shop for foreigners and tourists. Log cabins occupied each block and the lamp post softly illuminated the roofs of these wooden houses, softly scattering the light onto the cold gravel mixed with ice and snow.

We continued to drive up to an inn, Days Inn specifically, and there, we stayed for the night.

The light burned through the night sky like a light eating away at a fabric tainted with a Sterling’s feathers.

The next morning, we found ourselves once again on the long winding road to a resort–a ski resort to be specific. There, where people glided across the pale white plains of the crook of the mountain’s neck and climbed back up on a bench, did they find themselves. I, of course, was intimidated. But would not let this mountain conquer me.

The first two hours of the beginner’s class was simple, and had the basics down for the twelve people, mostly adults with their children.

Needless to say, the first two hours seemed to turn out for the worst because of my failures. Whilst everyone was up and about, skiing along with each other, doing the simplest things as to go and to stop, to move forward and to walk, I could not do any of those.

I always fell. And fell front, back, and even toppled over to my side. Towards the end of the beginner’s class, I noticed how I still couldn’t do anything. I’d often laugh it off but the sting I felt as everyone giggled ever time I’d try to slide for more than a foot away from myself and still fell kept growing and growing.

There came a point where my downcast face met the snowy mattress and I did nothing–I didn’t stand, and I didn’t even try. I just laid there as motionless and as numb as my feet that were aching from the 12 pound ski boots gripping onto my shins tightly.

The crackling of ice and snow moving towards me caught my attention as I saw the instructor’s hand reach out to me ever so slightly, but this time it was not of genuine help, but of pity and embarrassment.

Oh, how I loathed it.

Definitely, nothing was better for anyone than to be giggled at, to be seen as weak and not being able to help herself without the help of the instructor.

My nose scrunched every time I heard someone giggle, whether or not it was because of my efforts.

My lifted up three prayers that afternoon, all in question, all asking for different things.

I first asked why, as I gripped on the cold metal stick in my black gloved hand, I was falling despite trying my best to follow my instructor.

I asked for correction.

Then I asked of what I was doing wrong, and asked the holy one above the clouds if I could be held together without falling at least once if I was even truly meant to be there.

I asked for balance.

And then my last prayer was a cry, a cry to end my suffering on that mountain top as the other eyes around me fixed their gaze upon my frail and seemingly useless legs. A cry, if anyone was really out there listening to me, I asked for strength to stand one more time despite the tears threatening to roll down her frosty and dry cheeks.

I prayed.

Hours had passed and neither my brother and I could take the stress of the unfamiliar landscape as well as the pressure on our legs from the boots. (I was wearing really thick jeans at that time. Bad idea.) I was reduced into a ball of whines, crying because the boots that I had on were way too tight, and way too painful. I had marks on my shins and feet..they hurt so much. I wanted to cry and just give up.

But the a gentle loving voice whispered to me.

“Don’t give up. You learned quite a bit and you did well.”

I thought to myself, “I’m horrible, I keep falling and I suck.”

The voice told me, “you can’t see it yet, but you will be great. I am with you.”

And if that small conversation didn’t feel ridiculous and holy enough, I wonder what is. I thought that I might turn into a prophet and turn this ski resort into a temple or a church of some sort.

Later on in the day after the first two hour lesson, we ate lunch..

It was two burgers for the entire family with some fries and a cup of mountain dew and coke..and some water..

I felt i wanted to die..

Later on I asked my dad when the next session was and he lifted his watch and turned to us before standing and said, “1:45. That’s now. Gear up, gear up!”

My brother and I groaned.

The session started and we started by going back up the hill to where we began as beginners, and I as–still someone who doesn’t know how to ski.

This instructor told us to show him what we can do on the snow.

We did something called the wedge.

It’s leaning forward downhill. While your legs are straight so that your body weight is being pushed on to the front so you can break and stop.

Needless to say, I sucked.

I was going to fast and I didn’t know and I didn’t trust myself enough.

I fell and crashed.

Then, an unfamiliar lady came towards us. Her name was Lorey.

She seemed old, but not too old.

She had snowy blonde hair with a hat over her head to keep those waves of frosted gold tucked under for warmth. Her voice was soft and gentle like Ellen Lee DeGeneres’ voice, but she was just as cheerful as a familiar blue fish from a children’s movie called Finding Nemo.

We started the next session by going up the “Magic Carpet” up to higher ground. It was a conveyor belt like you see in the air port for people. Except, we were standing there instead of baggage, in all of our skiing gear.

She then turned to us as enthusiastically as ever and asked, “You guys know what a wedge is now right?” and we nodded.

“Good,” she said, “but this session, we’re gonna work on how you stop, how you continue and how to turn. Well, The beginning of learning how to turn,” she cooed.

I smiled a little, finally someone who might not judge me for falling–

But then her kind and gentle expression knit into a glare. “And NO ONE FALLS IN MY CLASS.”

Then she smiled again. “Okay, let’s go!”

About an hour later into the lesson, I noticed that I could move, stop and control myself properly. Almost how a real skier could move. It was almost as if some odd unnatural force made me become more skillful and controlled at my movements.

“This feels amazing!” I thought to myself.

Maybe all the thousand times I fell on my side, butt, knees finally paid off.

I was gliding down the mountain, feeling the breeze against my cheek.

And my lust for speed gradually grew.

I’m just like that.

But then i heard that voice in my head again. “Slow down,” it told me, “I cant hold you if you keep going your way and your speed.”

But I said no.

I wanted the speed.

I wanted the power.

I wanted to feel like i didnt need any help from anyone————

PPPPHHHHFFFF

I fell back onto the snow.

Surpised.

Shocked.

But then I started giggling and smiling at the clear blue sky that stared back at my light maple eyes. “Okay Papa,” I giggled, “s-sorry~..”

I got up painfully struggling to get onto the ski again and continued to ride the chair going up to higher ground to ski again and again.

Snake tracks were left in the snow as I glided down just as a real skier would, proud and content that I had God holding me in place.

It almost felt like it was just Papa and I on that hill. Ms. Lorey’s voice echoing to me as Papa’s gentle voice.

And now it was to no surprise that I did so well.

Except if I became too over confident and tried to do sharp turns.

Sadly, toward the end of the session, I began to forget everything I think I had learned in class. I began to fall again, one after another, but it was because of two things.

I’m getting really tired and I need to rest, or it was as if all of a sudden, Papa’s voice started fading and drifting away, as if I was loosing signal with him.

But that’s okay, because that was one hell of a day.

And, there is this very known metaphor about standing at the foot of a mountain that you need to climb, and being intimidated by the height. It’s to teach a person to not be afraid of the challenges of life if, indeed, what was waiting for them up at the peak is success. But at that great a height, do they teach you how to deal with it when you are faced with a ridge and the only option you have left is to go down?

This was the story of how I seized the mountain side.

#jaquespeaks #story #White Peak

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