A Once In A Lifetime

*Chapter 4*

A Once In A Lifetime

* Chapter 4*

The next day Macy seated herself on a black bar stool. She placed her art supplies down on a small charcoal square table that had a black outline on top. Macy examined the vase full of flowers in the center. In a way, it seemed to have a homey touch. Picking up a pencil, she began to draw. Suddenly, she heard a racket. Macy got up and went to investigate the commotion.

As Macy walked toward the disturbance she viewed nothing was there. 'Must be my imagination she thought to herself, as she decided to head back. Just as Macy turned to do so. Something gushed down and soaked her white shirt.

"Oh! GREAT! That's what I get for wearing white," she expressed exasperatedly. Macy looked down and added. "How in the world did my pants escape the splashed?!"

Joey was walking towards her from a different direction of where she came from. He impetuously removed his jacket and reached it to her.

"Here, you might need this." He suggested, as he tried not to see her visible tan bra that had bleed through.

"Thanks!" Macy spoke in a nervous tone.

"Follow me," Joey instructed.

They went around some buildings and took a left to his trailer. He opened the door and they entered; Macy pursued him. Joey went to a shelf and was in search of something.

"Ah-Ha!" Joey blurted, as he brought out a shirt with some kind of a star logo on the front.

"Here, put this on!" He implied, gently.

"Wait! I'm a little bit bigger than you! Well, in a certain area." Macy retaliated, as she gazed at the shirt.

Joey laughed and replied, "I'll fit."

Macy took the shirt and went to the bathroom to change. Afterwards, she stared at herself in the looking glass.

At that instant, she had a flashback of the passionate night that they shared. Macy didn't know why Joey found her so appealing. It wasn't like she had a model-figured body, instead a petite, rotund one, but more curvy. She had so many scars- stretch marks, which to her was very unattractive and disgusting. Yeah she tried losing weight, but it was hard to keep it off.

Macy slid her fingers along a loose strand of brunette hair and studied herself closely in the mirror; the hazel eye woman stared back at her. To add, her hair wasn't always fixed up perfectly according to what a celebrity's would be. Also, she hardly wore any makeup either.

Even though Macy didn't care much for the team, she had always liked the logo. She stood back to check her appearance. Macy had to admit she did look good in the shirt.

In his shirt...

Macy blushed and became serious, 'What am I thinking? It could never happen. We're both married to separate people,' Macy thought and shook her head. Soon after, she came out of the bathroom and Joey glanced at her. He was amazed at how good she looked in the shirt.

In his shirt...

"What?" She asked, pensive.

"Nothing?" He responded in a velvety tone.

"You know, I really don't care much for this team?!" Macy stated.

Joey beamed and said, "I know."

Joey was puzzled as to why Macy didn't see herself as beautiful. Not just her body, but her smile and personality were alluring as well. When he had held her close to him, it felt so right.

Suddenly, a low vibration went off. It was Joey's cell phone.

"Damn! I gotta go, be back soon!" Joey vocalized, infuriated.

"Okay?!" Macy uttered to the air, where he once stood.

Macy decided to take the opportunity to wash her soaked white shirt. 'I'm sure he won't mind if I use his small washer machine,' she thought. 

Abruptly, a knock was at the door. Because of this, it made her ask this vocally. "What now?"

"Hee-HI. Macy?!" Jimmy said, surprised and eyed the shirt she wore, which was obviously not hers.

Macy scrutinized down and said "It's a long story. See my shirt got wet and Joey let me borrow one of his. Now, I'm washing my shirt and will be changing back, before anyone gets the wrong idea."

"Ah. Okay." Jimmy conveyed, then mumbled the following. "He wouldn't mind if they did."

"Come again?" Macy questioned.

"Oh, it's nothing." Jimmy assured and stood there for a while in the quietness.

"Everything alright?" Macy asked.

"Yeah...I just want to say...Thank you for everything you have done, for all of us."

"Thank you as well and you are very welcome!" Macy replied, disoriented.

Jimmy nodded and said."Well catch ya later!"

In a split second he was gone.

Thereafter, Macy thought he sure was acting strange, but disregarded it. She was in Joey's trailer nonetheless.

Once Macy's shirt was washed and dried, she changed and placed his folded shirt on the table. At that moment, she left his trailer and started towards hers. 

Macy glanced up in the sky, the stars above shining bright back at her. Before long, Macy mosey on in her trailer, for she waited too long for Joey to return. Macy wasn't sure why she even did this.

When Macy entered her trailer and looked at the clock, she quickly got ready for bed. Next, she climbed into bed and closed her tiresome eyes; letting herself drift off to dreamland.

"Do you know where I can find a 1967's model, or later Chevy or Dodge car? That's not in a trashed condition." Macy heard herself asking the familiar man; it was Deel Turner.

"I have, but here lately-No.You can't find anyone who takes good care of them." Deel stated.

"Oh? -My husband has one in excellent condition and of course he takes extra care of it. It's a hobby of his you might say."

Deel nodded that he understood.

'My husband?!' Macy asked herself, addled. There was no way Jason had such a thing, because Macy knew their financial situation said otherwise. This had to be a dream.

"He does?!" Macy heard the excitement in Deel's voice.

"Yeah, come and I will show you!" Macy pronounced, and gestured for him to follow her.

They headed up a small hill and stopped inches near the entrance of the garage.

"Honey?!" Macy requested. She knew he was in here.

It was just minutes ago, Macy apprehended pinging and banging coming from inside.

"Yeah, Babe." Joey responded, as he came out from underneath the car's hood. His once clean blue shirt stained in black oil substance.

Joey went over to the cart that held all his tools. He took a rag and wiped his hands off, followed by him throwing the stained towel down. Next, he picked up a beer bottle and slugged it down. Macy had a complete baffled expression.

"What?" Joey exhorted.

"Nothing." Macy answered, pleasantly.

Macy woke up and wondered why in the world these odd dreams about her and Joey?! She clasped her head and flippantly announced, "My body must not be used to the food here, yet."