Narrator POV
It's another colorful, bright blue day in Pine Valley, and the summer seems to be ending in a good note, with a heat that doesn't seem to have an end, and a night that sometimes gathers up with a sudden storm here and there...feels like a backwards spring if not.
Pine Valley looks alive, from its grownups...the men hurrying off to work and the women, eager to get the kids off to school, and the 'ankle-biters' who still to attend their first day, stay close to 'mom' with their itty bitty tantrums...breakfast is ready, book-bags are hauled off and the yellow buses are here and there, all over the streets!
At the center of 'Hemingway' drive...on 2105, everything was still a bit too quiet, the 'Dixie' (Black 1954 Deluxe 210) was now missing, as Jaime's pops was up and early at five today, like everyday on his way to the factory...he was a morning-shift manager, and sometimes had to cover longer days if any of the men he supervised skipped on the day's shift, even half of it. The house on '2105' looked inviting, even as it was no longer as beautiful as it used to be, back when Jaime's momma was around. The two-story, one-car garage building with a large backyard, connecting to a funny-looking hill in the back, had seen better days. The four trees in the back, now without a wisp of a shade, stood proudly adorning the sparkling, crayola-green grass that pokes the dew of the early morning.
At the other end of 'Hemingway', a dark-blue 1953 Cadillac Series 62 convertible is speeding up hurriedly and...what looks like, on it's way right to the curve at '2105', where it makes its abrupt stop, with two male individuals...one driver, and one companion. Both the driver and companion are sporting black, leather jackets with their collars flipped upwards, shiny sun glasses, tight white t-shirts underneath and, black boot-cut jeans with their 'chucks' (chuck taylor all-star classics).
Once the vehicle is at the curve of '2105', the driver honks the horn a couple of times, as the passenger, who's now smoking, pulls out his cigarette and blows out an immense cloud of smoke, somewhat staring up at the sky and then turning his gaze back down again, to put back the cigarette into his mouth. 'Dale Hawkins' Susie Q now sounds-off the radio of the convertible as the two wait, impatiently for the next passenger to join them...Jaime.
Jaime POV
"IN A MINUTE ALRIGHT...AIN'T NO ONE GOT YOUR TAILS UP IN A HOOK..."I yell outta my window from my room as I get my hiney right outta there...don't want them two screw-heads to take-off without me, no-sir.
I ain't walking no further off the 'plank' as I am now, I'm not one for them 'studies' but I'm not one for gettin' hung-to dry either. My pops is not in any good nature to take any of my messes, whether out when I'm 'pool-table' hoping with these suckers or getting to finish up over at Pine Valley High!
I get myself one more time in the bathroom, and in front of the mirror, checking-up on my shiny, black 'flop'. It looks like it should, one side back and over...with overlay over my forehead-the larger side, and the other...much smaller, straight back...slick and shiny, but both the larger and the smaller sides meeting up and curving up onto the sides on the back.
My dark-tan complexion staring back at me...my features a bit too 'foreign', my skin a hue of natural sun-burn, dark-tan...and my black eyes and strong features...like my thicker lips and pronounced nose tell you I ain't no-all blue-blood American. Indeed, my pops and my momma were not born here either. We're half Mexican and half Spanish...half Spanish on my momma's side of the family! I don't have any of them looks though...as neither does my momma, from them pictures we have here of her and my pops back-when, she was a bit more lighter than pops and I, but nothing more than a shade or two. Same black eyes and black hair as us, and same strong features on her face like us both too.
We also are a very short people, as at my tender sixteen...I ain't any over five-nine, all the while that sucker 'Cornejo' (Emilio Cornejo) is about five-eleven...leaving 'Isma' (Ismael Herrera) the only one I tower...and to that only about an inch, as he stands at a miniature five-eight...yeah-yeah, I ain't no giant of a brute, but if you stand-up to my knuckles you ain't gonna be standing for too long too!
I ain't no poindexter neither and I ain't no square...you need them thick, to hang with this crew your brass has to be high, mighty high.
Out the bathroom I go, as I leap across the hallway, on my way to the stairs...once there I slide down and off the railing as I land at the bottom of the stairway, feet-first...in the kitchen, go over to the table and take an apple from the fruit bowl on the center of it, and head straight out the kitchen and into the hallway by the living room, and finally out the front door.
I get them sun glasses on me as soon as I close the door behind, and see these two screwheads puffing-out some smokes as "wake up little Susie" (The Everly Brothers) plays in the background...it looks like the 'cat' got her wash last night, 'Cornejo' loves that 'cat'...she is his pride and joy, that caddy...that mother stole his heart, and there ain't no other skirt for that sucker...but the cat!
"Hey Jaimito...get stuck to them bed sheets and them pillows this morning son..." 'Isma' poked, smiling some, glistening his teeth holding onto his cigarette and taking out again to puff-out some more smoke into the air.
"Long night YOU..." I give them my smirk right back and jump in the back seat of the 'cat', getting myself right in the middle...as 'Cornejo' offers up a cig from his box and I take it. I get my lighter out and fire up that sucker quick and good, these suckers know I love them smokes...I love them...HECK, I just love my smokes at any time of the day, JESUS thank you for my smokes!
"Let's GET going dummies, the morning ain't long-enough here..." 'Cornejo' yelled, as we did a 'U' back down 'Hemingway' and burned-off some smoke from the 'cats' tires, leaving my place back in the distance.
Gotta get our tails quick to 'Pine Valley' cause time-as-wasting.
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