Kansas Twang and A Summer Thang.

First Fight

Kansas Twang and A Summer Thang

Published by Mija Rain [pondandthefrog] at Wattpad

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James wasn't ready for what happened on Sunday morning. He had no idea. Nobody had told him. Nobody had talked about. It kinda just happened. In my heart I knew the truth, I knew. I should have said something. I should have just spit it out. But I didn't. I couldn't tell him. Why? I have no clue. I thought he'd know by now. I really just thought he'd be ready for it. But he wasn't. And when he woke up to me pushing him off my old bed, he was annoyed and slightly repulsed by what I said next. 

It was obvious that Charming was used to having things his own way. But he didn't say anything when I told him the truth. He just went along with it.

We went to church.

The whole way he was glumly looking out the window, even when Momma asked him about his church history. He didn't really answer her except for a few mumbles, and my dad told her to leave him alone. After all, he was probably still in shock about last nights escapades. 

"Let 'im be." My dad managed a grunt as my mother made sure James and I were okay, and then asked for my fathers confirmation on the matter. We took Momma's jeep. Had we taken my dads "beast" James might have been feelin' a bit better. 

There was only one church in this town. It was white, and the paint was peeling off, a hint of old dusty yellow underneath. There was a small slide and a monkey-bar set for the little kids tin the back, though it was too close to the cemetery to be used.

The little parking lot was overrun with trucks all crammed together, and the grass was dead from, not only the little ran we got here, but also trucks parking over it every Sunday for a makeshift lot. Most everyone in Bel Aire went to church on Sundays, and if you didn't, well, rumors would start that you were a "Satanist" or they were "pregnant out of wedlock and too disgusted with themselves to be in Gods presence". Right. That's what happens.

The women in this town were nuts. Even though my Momma frowned upon gossip, there were some times she would occasionally slip into conversation 'bout somethin' she heard at the market. She'd usually stop after she realized what she was doin', but other times she got a little too caught up in herself.  Anyway, when she caught my sisters and I gossipin' she'd usually have a fit and a rampage and then she'd apologize and then scold us some more. She's an odd woman, the Momma.

As we walked in, I was pulled into hugs by random old women, a few old friends, a couple half cousins, an extremely awkward ex, and even an old teacher. All the while, I introduced them to James. He threw on a fake smile, shook their hands kindly, but sat back and watch as I made small talk.

Through the ceremony he still looked glum. I drew out a card from the pew, takin' a hymnal too to mask my real goal. I popped an expo marker from my purse and wrote down "not a church person?". He responded immediately, obviously anything to take him away from the service ahead.

His handwriting was slightly scratchy, and I couldn't make out a few letters, but I otherwise got the gist of what he was writing.

'Is there anyway we can leave?'