Sort'a Stuck

Jaime 1956 Page 29

Narrator POV

The rest of the day went uneventful for Jaime, and his two Greaser-friends Isma and Cornejo (Emilio). Halfway through the day they found each other again in the cafeteria, and all made plans to get together this weekend...on Saturday, the day before 'Sweethearts' day...which happened to fall on the following day, Sunday.

'Sweethearts' day was a special day for Jaime and Sue (Mary Sue), it was the day they met for the first time, so Jaime was planning a 'dine' at 'Jerry's', the place with the funny-dressed waiters on 'Sunnyhill' avenue. He knew his little angel 'Sue' loves going to 'Jerry's'...she loves looking at the menu, and she loves more ordering from it and being treated like the princess she is, and should be treated like...because there is no other angel out there as beautiful, and as special as her.

And Jaime loves his beautiful angel Sue...there is no other girl for him, that beautiful girl is his entire world and stars and sun...and all that out in that galaxy out there in that great big-bad, dark blue!

Today however, he was going to be a tad-busy with his two greaser-buddies, they were going to hit 'Sally's Curve'...Sally's Curve was a strip of 'road' curved up into a mountainous hill, located at the other end Pine Valley. It had been given its name after the body of a girl named 'Sally' was found, at the edge of the curve...one morning, with no explanation what-so-ever. The Sheriff had his guys scope the area for any evidence of foul play, but finding nothing of the sort, it was filed as an unsolved murder. Some of the towns people swear they'd seen her before, but nothing came about their claims.

Now that special spot was designated by all the high school boys as a 'drag race' spot...where they all tried their ramped-up roadsters, some revived with junk-yard parts while others, just freshly purchased...but all very much ready for a 'curvy', and deadly 'drag' around the dangerous hill, where some had already met their maker.

It was now three-forty five in the afternoon and Jaime and his greaser buddies were jumping and skipping steps down the stairs, on their way to Pine Valley's main-first floor. The rest of the student-body was as well, on their way out...all chit-chatty and all-smiles. The girls, some holding on to text-books, and others holding on to each other...sparking-up a debate about whether it was the 'malt shop', the 'drive-in-dine', or their baby-sitting side-job...as most kept busy looking after 'junior' for the 'Kinseys' or the 'Roberts'...or the 'McAllens' down the street.

As Jaime and the other two greasers walk out Pine Valley High's front doors, the sun greets them all with the afternoon shade of a peachy-bright, and a sky full of white-and-blue...all over the stream of the afternoon.

Jaime's POV

"Where we to now...we don't drag till 'mid'...and before, we pick them berries from Eddie's at around five-and something..." I ask without meaning to get anything out of these two screwheads, at least not right now, maybe later when we are tearing-up 'Sally's', that trippy curve ain't nothing but a 'smoke' trip for these two...and myself in the bunch, I love that damn strip. 'Sally' is my other girl cause she ain't no loose skirt neither, she likes her guys 'stone-cold' and 'foot-forward', toe-tagged and ready for the hole in the ground, at Pine's cemetery.

I can't tell you the many times I've been that close to waving at my momma on the other side...and staying there too, that curve ain't no joke!

"I ain't sure bout-you two...but I just caught my eye, and got my aim all-up a-flame, on them 'checkers', on that vase holding up that square's neck..." Isma responded with a gleam on his face, and a spark on his eyes...staring straight at that 'peddle-pumping' poindexter, Marcos, who was now on his way to the bike rack, where he had his little-kiddy wheels.

"Ain't you two-bout done with that sport yet boys...I ain't dragging both your tails outta Mr Emmet's office with them folks of yours, cause my cat ain't no 'juniors' yellow wagon neither, you hear..." 'Cornejo' tried leaning in with his wise-cracks of the day.