1972

Chapter Two

"Where's the cabin anyway?" I question opening up a Pepsi-Cola.

"It's in Eath." He says eyes focusing heavily on the road that wounded together like a hypnotic wheel. "I think you'd like up there."

"We'll give me the slinney on the damn thing." I say moving a lock of hair between my fingers.

"A place like that is only described in movies or novels."He directs his attention to me for only a second.

"So?" I smiled at him for the brief moment of him acknowledging me.

"So the best way to describe it is for you to see it." His eyes appeared extra vibrant, but his face is looked haunted by old memories.

The air felt shifted but not quiet heavy yet. I put my hand on his thigh and progressively lean in until my lips met his neck. Ivor didn't say anything which was expected of him. Sometimes I feel like our relationship is completely one sided or that I'm just another one of his adventures he wasn't enjoying. Then at the same time I feel that I'm completely selfish and is asking much of him, but in the end it leaves me feeling inadequate for his affection.

"What's troubling you?" I say pulling away to face him. "Don't lie about it either."

"It's nothing." He says. "Sit back."

"I'm not a child." I almost snap on him. "I don't understand why you half to push me out sometimes."

I didn't look at his face I was to pissed to care. I know he's probably has some stern expression on his face or an irritated scowl In my direction, but that's what always get his attention. I look out the window and try to avoid him by drowning myself in the scenery which wasn't much. There was dead light green grass and dirt everywhere and we we're far ways from Kenny. Kenny was way to docile and green and everything was always excluded especially when it came to neighborhoods.

Ivor and our relationship would be whispered about if they were to really know. As far as for the few people that see us in public, I looked around 20 with long hair like Camille Keaton with a smile of Janyne Mansfield . None of these women were me, and if people really felt that way then how come Ivor didn't? Sometimes it's hard to see that he feels or thinks anything of me anymore besides a lasting fuck. Then most of the time I think it's my age or that me being 18 translate into me using him to get ahead. It's not true though because even if I was older we'd still be attracted to each other .

The tank runs low and at the first exit Ivor pulls into the station. There was a few cars and a diner attached around back, but nothing special neither the less. I pull a book out of the cupboard and see that a journal of mine is stuck in there, I try pulling it out but it wouldn't budge and out the corner of my eye I see Ivor coming back. I slam the compartment shut and turn on the radio instead giving me some type of excuse to be hunched over.

"Here." He says passing me a bag and I take it from him.

"How long till we're there?" I say looking up at him.

"A couple of miles or so." He looks down making me feel uncomfortable; I felt the skin on my arms crawl and we didn't speak till he got back in the car.

"So what's the main house look like, I think I recall Tom saying that there was the house on top of the hill."

"Yes," Ivor says taking a drink from my bottle. "I believe the people who they rent it from live up there, but they don't mind if we go in."

"So then why do they have cabins?" I laugh to myself. "Maybe for extra money I guess. "

I reach for the knobs and turn the station, but to my dismay there was a bunch of static and ads. In Kenny however the radio always played the same stuff but it was only when you went to the record shops that it's was something entirely new.

"So the student of yours, has she been in your class before?" I ask letting my curiosity get the best of me.

"I suppose she's been in a few of my classes before,but I'm not entirely sure."

"Really, you always have an eye for great writers. " I say. " I mean she wouldn't have given you a story for nothing."

"Why are you asking me this Letty?" He says sounding like he's about to get upset.

"I was just curious, you always have a way
of pulling the writer out in somebody." I held my tongue for a bit and then added, "I just wanted to know how you two met."

"I graded a couple of her papers and thought they were very good, then she came seeking help for her story. "

"Fair enough, kind of like how we met." I state as if convincing myself.

"I saw you the minute I walked in." He says after a moment of silence.

"I know," I say back. "Every Time you looked at me form down there it was the most suspenseful feeling."

I hear him laugh and I smile because it was true. Even though he looked like an ant from where I was sitting he eyes said more than just: I'm going to teach you a lesson. Ivor gave me more than just teachers criticism and those lessons were the fun ones too. Approaching what look like a dead end he turns into the dirt path and I see the first cabin. It looked good ,but I could tell its was the least best.

"This is ours." He says moving though a few hanging trees and parking up front. "It's the biggest and most expensive."

When we get inside I see a desk and a typewriter with the cover still on it. In the far corner to the left I see a jukebox and my mouth practically drops open. It was one thing to hear about this stuff but to actually see it was fucking insane. There was a vinyl player and a bed bigger than most I've ever scene. It makes me wonder what the other cabins looked like.

"I want to fuck you on that bed." I say to Ivor as he comes up behind me. "Dear God I really want to fuck you on that bed."