DEMA

Mulberry Street

June 21st, 3001
Keep your sunny days.
Leave us in the rain.
Tie strings to our hands and feet.
To rain on your parade.
You can have the weekends.
We will live between them.
Keep your pills, save your breath.
And don't ever forget.
Get out of our way.
We're moving sideways.
Welcome to Mulberry Street.
So move out of our way.
We're pushing sideways.
Keep sidewalk under your feet.

The humidity of the summer sun lathered the streets in a sweltering heat that became trapped in the city and turned it into a stuffy box without a breeze.
There was a certain smell to the city in the height of summer, the suns rays cooking the contents of every dustbin around.
I can't deny that the vibrant way the city almost came alive during the summer was nostalgic, and comfortably familiar.
I leaned out of Jenna's open window, smoking a ciggirette and taking in the view of our street.
Our radio show had taken off on a level I never thought it would.
Nobody knew who was behind it, but everybody was talking about it.
While most people thought we were just crazy conspiracy theorists, there were a few rumblings, especially among the younger generations, who thought we were onto somthing.
For some reason the bishops hadn't taken any notice of it, perhaps they thought our words were falling on deaf years, or perhaps they were lying in wait to catch us out.
Either way, we seemed to be getting away with pretty much everything we did.
Rozi manged to paint the FPE store red, yellow and orange, and we have colorful deck chairs that we put outside the shop for us to lounge around on during the warmer months.
We've named our street Mulberry street, and have named our apartment blocks the Mulberry apartments, just like how we have given ourselves names instead of a numbers, we've decided to give our street a name too.
In fact, Rozi wants to tattoo over their number with a drawing, but Jenna still thinks it's too risky so they haven't done it yet.
I think part of the reoson we've been getting away with so much is because Keons, who is the bishop assigned to our area has gotten even more lax then he had been before.
I still wondered about him, and what his intentions were, Jenna was very harsh about him, but I had my theories.
He did save my life from Nico more then once.
Jenna snapped me out of my dream world, "I told you not to smoke in here" she said, pulling the ciggirette out of my hand.
"hey give that back!" I snapped, attempting to grab it back from her.
She tutted and chucked it in the bin.
She then grabbed me from my place by the window and put her arms around my shoulders, kissing me.
I kissed her back, and she pushed me onto the bed, Letting her scantily clad top fall from her shoulders.
She put a skillfully placed hand over my erection, "Damn is that for me?" she mused, giving me intense bedroom eyes.
I wanted to ask her who else it would be for, but by then she had unzipped my fly and was starting to get me off.
Myself and Jenna had been spending a great deal of alone time together over the past month, and she found it very difficult to keep her hands off of me at any given time, which I wasn't complaining about.
She was quite dominant in the bedroom, which worked for me because I was a wimp, and afraid to initiate most things, so I let her lead the way.
She liked me a lot more then I had initially thought, and she was one of the funniest, most intelligent and talented people I had ever met.
She had a firey temper and a twinkle in her eye, during the day we would sit together, I would write my poetry and she would do her painting, and I loved her more every second we spent together, even if she deprived me of sleep most nights.
We were in the throws of passionate sex when the door knocked.
"Oh shit! I was meant to be meeting up with Ned today!" I told Jenna.
She gave me a dirty look, "how the hell did you forget that!?" she asked.
I shrugged, pulling out.
"We can finish this later" I said, winking.
While I got dressed, Jenna answered the door, she was wearing nothing but a crop-top and a pair of short shorts.
Ned walked in, and he seemed shirty.
As we left, Jenna gave me a slight look of annoyance, and I felt guilty for leaving her.
Ned was quiet as we walked down the street, we were on our way to buy some nice summer clothes for ourselves, but the mood was weired.
"I don't like you and Jenna being in a relationship" he said, almost out of the blue.
I was unsurprisingly taken back by the comment, and didn't reply right away.
"Well I'm afraid to inform you that it's not really anything to do with you Ned."
"Jenna has been my best freind for my entire life, and now I never see her, because she's off with you all the time."
"I mean... We are dating, of course I'm gonna be spending time with her, and if you think she's neglecting your freindship then perhaps you should take it up with Jenna herself."
He curled his nose at that, I'd never seen Ned so bothered before, apart from when I had first tried to befreind him.
"I want your girlfriend" he said blankly, his expression plain and unmoving.
I was even more taken back than earlier.
"You can't just HAVE her, she's not an object."
"That's not what I mean."
"Look kid-"
"I'm not a kid, I'm eighteen!"
"Okay sorry, why are telling me this?"
"I've loved her, for years, I've just never had the chance to tell her, and now it's too late."
"Yeah... It's much too late, and while I can't speak for Jenna, I wouldn't try anything if I were you, not because I'd get angry, but because I think she would."
"Seeing you with her just makes me so angry, I find it so hard to be around her these days... Which sucks because she's my best freind."
I see tears form in his eyes, and he looks away from me.
I'm not sure what to say, I wasn't built for situations like these.
"Maby you should talk to Jenna about this, I don't think it will put your freindship in danger, she speaks of you really fondly."
"Really?"
"Yeah"
"And... You're not mad at me?"
"Of course not, you can't help how you feel about her, and I'm glad you told me, rather then just trying to flirt with her or somthing."
"I've always been too afraid to flirt with her."
"Yeah... She can be kinda scary... Now come on, let's go buy some T-shirts, although I might just be window shopping because I'm broke."
"Get a job Clancy."
"I have a job."
"Poetry isn't a job, at least Jenna sells her art."
"My poems are too personal to sell."
"Then get a different job."
"Shut up."