Listen To Your Heart ~ Book One.

You're Repressed

(Both mister and misses Gable let out a scream, while Billie and I laugh.)

"You really think that was funny?" (Mrs. Gable asks.)

"As a matter of fact."(I reply.)"I think its hysterical. I think it's a scream. An absolute laugh riot. Ha! Ha! What the hell's the matter with you two?"

"It's childish and stupid."

"It's stupid. Everything's stupid with you two, except for the boring ass show tunes you keep screeching. Alright it is stupid, does everything always have to be sensible? Have you ever done anything spontaneous lately? Have you two ever gotten totally shit faced, and maybe made a complete full out of yourself, yet still...had an excellent time?"

"Being spontaneous has its time and its place."

"Mrs. Gable...you know what you are? You're repressed."

"I'm not repressed!"

"Yes, you are."

"I can be spontaneous anytime I want!"

"Prove it."

"I don't have to prove anything to you!"

"Yea...because you're repressed."

"You think it's being spontaneous sticking your butt out of a window?"

"Repressed...repressed. Face it, Mrs. Gable...you're repressed!"

(Suddenly Billie climbs over me and kisses me quickly.)

"You want spontaneous? I'll give you spontaneous...watch this!"

(Billie removes her top and her bra and leans out the window.)

"Oh my God, Clark! She removed her top! AAAHHHH!" (Mrs. Gable screams.)

"Come to mama...boys!" (Billie yells to the guys in the truck.)

"Look at those big tits!" (Mr. Gable yells. Then quickly covers his mouth as his wife glares at him. Billie climbs back into her seat laughing as she covers herself. A few miles later, we're sitting on the side of the road as a cop gives Mr. Gable tickets.)

"Reckless driving...indecent exposure."

"Driving with her tits not properly tied down." (I add.)

(The cop and Mr. Gable turn towards the car and look at me, as Billie punches me.)

"I'm sorry officer. It won't happen again." (Mr. Gable replies.)

"See that it doesn't."(The officer replies. He climbs onto his motorcycle and pulls away. Mr. Gable looks at the hundreds of dollars of tickets. He walks towards the car; pops open the trunk...and begins tossing mine and Billie's bags along the side of the road. Billie and I jump out of the car.)

"Hey man...what the hell are you doing with our stuff?" I ask.

"You can't do that! I paid you bastards for a ride to Los Angeles!" Billie says.

"And I'm using that money towards these tickets! Lock their doors!" (Clark yells to his wife, as she screams in terror. He pushes both me and Billie away as he gets into the car.)

"Wait...wait...don't leave us here, man. I'll sing you a show tune! Feelings...nothing more than feelings..."

(The car pulls away in a cloud of dust. I get off my knees and dust myself off. I turn towards Billie, who's glaring at me.)

"Don't worry. They'll be back. They're just a little mad. Alright...I guess we'll have to hitch."

(I turn to grab a few of Billie's bags, but she grabs them and starts walking away.)

"Hey...where you going? At least let me help you with your bags."

"I don't need your help! If it wasn't for you, we'd still have a ride!"

"What are you mad at me for? I'm not the one who bared my tits!"

"You started it with Mrs. Gable, and now we got to walk! So now I'm walking, and don't be following me!"