Back to Reality

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The sudden sound of drum beats interrupted his thoughts. Jesse N. Richardson smiled. She was playing the drums again. He quickly walked across the window opposite the one he was at and stared out. It was Faelinn, also known as Laur-L. Faelinn, in Jesse's mind, was the perfect girl. She had jet black hair, she was curvy and rounded, she loved Star Wars and she played some kickass drums. There was many a night Jesse would strum his guitar in harmony with her drum beats. She didn't know that, of course.

Jesse watched her and he could hear that song by Mystery Jets ringing in his ears. I think I'm in love with the girl next door, it's driving me crazy I can't take it anymore...". He was brought back to Earth when the telephone in the house rang and Jesse ran to it and picked up, puzzled as to who might be calling at this time. It was around 5am. He beat Nanna to the phone. She was in a lacey, flowy night-dress. She eyed him.

"Jesse Richardson please" said a smooth, seductive voice. It made Jesse think of melted chocolate being poured over a bright red strawberry.

"This is he" he said while Nanna nodded in approval and the went off back to her room.

"Jesse, this is Antha" said the voice. Immediately Jesse froze in his thoughts.

"I called to inquire about Kibbles. I would have called sooner but I assumed that you would get late" He wondered how she knew he got home late.

"Oh, I found him Miss Awikinn, but, he got away. I shall try again today at dusk" he replied politely.

"Oh thank you. Please, don't worry about the time, even if it's midnight, do bring Kibbles in, I do not want to worry you"

"Oh no, no worry at all" he assured her.

"Well then.. see you tomorrow Jesse. Hopefully" she laughed. Her laugh was tinkling and somewhat sinister. Stop being a fool he chided himself.

"Sure Miss Awikinn. 'Bye" he said, replacing the phone. He rubbed his eyes wearily. He needed sleep.

"Who was that Nathaniel?" Nanna called from the room.

"Antha Awikinn. Shouldn't you be asleep?" Jesse asked entering the room. He sat down on the edge of her large bed. She was covering herself with Maybelline body lotions. "And it's Jesse, not Nathaniel"

"I need to keep my skin glowing. I rise early to do that. You know, I think your mother mistook you for a girl when she named you" Nanna said in an thoughtful voice.

"It's beats your name, Yunalesca!" he taunted, adding emphasis to each syllable in his grandmother's name.

"Oh darling, your come backs disappoint me" she said, waving her hand airily. "What IS that noise?" she asked.

"Oh.. that's Laur playing the drums" he said, walking to her window, which offered a good view of Laur's drumming. Nanna joined him.

"Why, she's mighty good at that.. banging on those things.. I actually feel like tapping my toes"

"Of course she is" agreed Jesse. Nanna frowned.

"You still like her don't you Nathaniel?"

"Yeah" he admitted. There was no point in lying to Nanna.

"Oh thank goodness. For a moment I was worrying you were becoming gay and I was besides myself wondering how to make you un-gay" she explained, rubbing lotion into her hands.

"Nanna! I am not gay!"

"Well your hair says different" she said simply. He immediately touched his hair.

"What? What's wrong with it?"

"Honestly Nathaniel you resemble that whiny pop singer.. What's his name? Boober. No, Beaver? No no, Bieber!" she said, clicking her fingers. Jesse was appalled.

"I do not!" he said, pushing the hair away from his forehead.

"Well of course you don't because if you did, I would have dugged you and cut off your hair" Nanna shrugged.

"You have a point" Jesse conceded.

"Well I suppose a haircut is out of the question tomorrow since you have to chase cats"

"Which reminds me, I need to get some rest" he said, plopping down on her her window seat, his gaze still at Fae.

"You should court Laur-L" Nanna said.

"Her name is Faelinn. And one doesn't court people nowadays" Jesse replied.

"Well, then bang her or whatever it is you call it"

"It's called dating Nanna"

"Dating is for piegeons Nathaniel. Don't weary me. Go to her house and push her against a wall and kiss her"

"You can't do that!"

"Why not? That's what Adam did" she said. Adam was her thirty-six year old boyfriend. He was a model, completely in love with Yunalesca and as Jesse often pointed out, completely stupid.

"I am not Adam"

"True you are far more intelligent.. but you should.. you know.. ask her for a meal or something. After all, you play the guitar and she plays the drums. I think that's a good opener."

"She won't like me. I know the type she likes" he said,

"Oh pfffft. You know nothing like that. Types what nonsense! Go sleep without being silly Nathaniel" she said,

"It's JESSE!" he said, slinking back to his room. As Jesse N. Richardson settled on his bed, he could still here Faelinn LaurieLeanne the Drummer Girl playing the drums. He smiled because for a while he forgot all these nonsense that flitted around his head. Like this mystery with Antha Awikinn. Which he couldn't help wondering about as he stared at the already light sky out his window.

Why does everyone go on about this woman like she's some entity from the very depths of hell? And moreover, why Tiyar? Women hardly made an impact on Tiyar unless that have big breasts, and even then, he would get her into bed and then have done with it. Nothing more. The look on Tiyar's face when he mentioned her name was one of uncomfortable shiftiness. Not to mention Sofaya the Barmaid. What had she got to do with this? What was that "breaking the cycle" thing? What did they mean, stay away? Antha seemed perectly civil! Jesse N. Richardson did not understand any of this and made up his mind to catch that cat AND to step into Antha's house just so that he could gloat in Tiyar and Sofaya's face. This was all silly and they were being suspersitious ninnies. I bet Antha's no dangerous than Kibbles Jesse thought. Strike that, Kibbles is way more dangerous that most humans. But still!. His eyes grew heavy.

The last thing Jesse remembered as his eyes shut was Antha Awikinn's chilling laugh.

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