a heart's end

Twenty Six

Anaelle

He's nervous. I can tell by his fidgeting and constantly twirling the strands on his head. Why he's nervous, I do not know. These are the people he's known his whole life in this hick town. They've seen every aspect of Monty, aspects I can only dream of.

"We can ride in my truck. You probably don't even remember where The Pitt is." Mathis taunts Monty, but he only smiles. We were sitting in the living room, it was half past 9. I fixed Monty's hair, putting in in a low bun and smoothed his curls to the side. He doesn't look southern at all. He talked to his mom about getting it cut this week, but I do not want him to. His hair has grown on me.

"Well, let's get to it then." Monty stood up and we followed Mathis to his truck. After Mathis walked out, I stopped Monty to talk to him for a second.

"Why are you so nervous?" I asked him, his deep brown eyes boring into mine.

"I'm not nervous, hun. I'm just ready to get this night over with."

He's never called me 'hun' before. Must be a nervous thing.

The amount of girls in shorts and cowboy boots was nauseating. Not all of them had boots on, just the majority. It's was November, it's almost 20 degrees outside and these girls are in shorts. I guess the huge fire in the middle of this field kept them warm.

I was honesty expecting something completely different. Maybe I'm just used to clubs in Maine. This isn't a party scene. This is a field, with people, and a big fire. And I'm pretty sure this is illegal, since we are all trespassing on some farmer's property or something.

"Mathis! My man!" I heard one guy call out from the other side of the field, there were about 50 people here. Half of them were fat, some of them had beards and most of them had boots on.

"James. Hey, Bud." Mathis spoke to this burly looking guy. Short and stout with a full beard and a flannel with Marlboros hanging out the pocket. Classy. Mathis turned to Monty. "You remember my brother? Monty?"

James looked Monty up and down and walked over to shake his hand. "You look familiar! How have you been, Bud?"

Monty cleared his throat before speaking.

"Good, real good, man." He spoke to this guy in a way that he's never spoken to me before. It made me want to laugh, but I didn't because I did not want to embarrass him. Monty sounded so country. I mean, more county than usual. And their was some gruffness in his voice. It was kind of hot, if I were to be honest. I covered my smile in my hands until Monty noticed me. He put his arm around my shoulder.

    "What are you smiling about?" He whispered in my ear. I shrugged my shoulders and dropped my hand. The fat guy he was just talking to handed us plastic cups filled with god knows what.

    "Drink up, little man." He spoke to Monty in a way that suddenly pissed me off. Sure he is scrawny but he is not little. He charged off almost drunkenly before I had a chance to say something.

    "I don't think we should drink these since they came from strangers. It could be laced." I remember the last time my drink was laced back in high school. It was horrible. I told Monty this, and he was already sipping. He shook his head in disgust.

    "This is pure vodka. He didn't put a chaser in this thing or anything. It's not laced, Anaelle, I promise." I took a sip myself and he was right, pure vodka. Well I guess now is the time to get plastered. I looked at Monty who took another sip of his drink. The last time we got drunk together we were in Auden's apartment and we went outside. I believed we kissed but the memories are hazy. I do remember Donte pissed me off that night and I was crying. Monty was there, though. Monty was always there.