[Completed✔] Born and raised in Tulsa, Jade Phelan reminisces her youth with a group of dealers who attempt to make a better life for themselves and the yearning she felt for one of them.
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June 7th, 1989. 4:49 P.M.
At the house, I dropped the notes all over the table in front of Dallas and Brian. I loved being back in business, "Supply and demand. There is less going around, so people are fighting it out, and paying more." I said with a sense of girlish glee.
I received slow slaps from the pair, "You've cracked the code. Are you the master of business now?" they both snickered, Dallas smacked the table in uproared laughter.
"Very funny boys." I rolled my eyes. Brian flicks on the television to a show I liked, "Ooo, new episode."
Brian and Dallas moved to the kitchen to speak. I heard one of them mention a girl, who lost their virginity to him, "At the festival, in one of the tents."
I immediately knew who was speaking and crept closer for a better listen. "Sweet, little virgin. She squirmed too." Dallas said slyly, Brian laughed along with him. He totally disregarded that I could hear him, or maybe he just wanted me to hear. He probably got some sick pleasure out of making me mad, and miserable.
I didn't want to stand around and hear this. I grabbed my bag, and keys, then walked out without a word to either of them. Both of them stared at each other, "What's her problem?" jeered Dallas.
Brian shrugged his shoulders, "Beats me."
June 7th, 1989. 5:55 P.M.
I raced home to an empty house, and slouched in front of the television. I was upset as per usual with Dallas, these extreme ups and downs in emotions couldn't be good for my health.
I flicked through station after station, having missed the show I liked, there wasn't anything else on. I rubbed my weary eyes, sort of wishing Darry was home. I wanted to see him for once. He always knew the right things to say.
That's when I heard shaking noises from my bedroom. I knew someone was at my window, and was getting sick of people always trying to climb through it. I ambled over to the room, scratching my head, to see the boys had climbed through by themselves.
Both stopped in their tracks, seemingly innocent. I didn't want Dallas around. "Nobody is home. If you wanted you could've come through the front door." I grumbled.
"You probably wouldn't have opened up." chucked Brian, pulling Dallas over the ledge.
"Correct." I mouthed, sticking my tongue into the corner of my cheek, "I don't think Darry will be too happy having two boys in my room. Boys like you."
Dallas looked at his clothes, then his hands, "Boys like us?" he wondered.
I glared straight through him, "Bad ones." I seethed, walking back into the living room.
The pair followed me, "What's the matter?" Brian asked, sitting down beside me on the couch.
I was about to answer before a phone rang. Dallas takes it into the other room. He comes back a few seconds after, "Wedding business." he growled, not wanting to leave for it.
I was happy he was going. Brian told him to meet at home, and off Dallas went. I averted my eyes, sad with the grime realisation. Brian knows it too. He flicked to another channel, and put an arm over the back of where I was sitting.
He felt warm against me. I laid a little lower, and looked up at him, "Brian, tell me the truth. What do you think about all this marriage stuff?"
He stares down at me, between glimpses of the show, "I don't think he's marriage material, or at least not ready to be married."
I thought for a moment. He was right. Dallas couldn't stay still for long, his marriage was doomed before it even began, "So, you object?" I asked.
"In a way, yes. I can't do much about it, Dallas is a free spirit. I've spent enough time trying to take care of him, it's time I took care of myself a bit."
In that instance I started to see the real Brian. The one who didn't stress all the time, the one who was afraid to live his own life. I only got a glimpse of the real him, before it would fade again.
"Dallas is unpredictable. He hasn't even made plans for after the wedding. I sure ain't having Lynn living with us." he added.
"I agree." I exhaled, not knowing what else to say, he already said it all.
I laid in his arms for a while longer, before taking a look at his face again. Brian had sad eyes. I loved them. So dark and deep. You could almost see yourself in them. I sat upright just to look into them, and then I remembered all the nice things he's ever said to me.
Brian shifted towards me. I knew he felt it too. I closed my eyes, waiting for those soft lips to touch mine. Less than an inch apart, we almost kissed, if it wasn't for the noise of footsteps on the porch.
Brian and I snapped apart. Each dove back into the couch corners, as far away as we could get. Darry unlocked the door, juggling paper bags full of groceries, as we pretended to have been watching the television the whole time.
