Jessica arrived late home again. Not that it mattered, she was well over 18 and her parents never really did mind what time she came home, even as a young girl in high school the freedom she enjoyed was envied by all. They only asked one thing of her, not to bring anything "weird" home.
Life sometimes puts us in different places than expected when we are but young-lings. This time it's no different. She can still feel him on her skin.
She puts her jacket on the rack next to the door, and slowly walks through the hall into the kitchen and up to the ice box. From the fridge, she grabs a sealed bag of juice and some string cheese, the crackers are in the pantry next to the stairs. On her way up she snatches a couple of packs and stuffs them into her bag. She crawls up counting each step, always 31 of them.
She passes her parents bedroom, and what used to be her brothers room. He's gone now, after spending years following the Dead and other bands, he finally settled down with the girl of his dreams. A hippie momma who loves him as much as he does. She smiles as she passes the door littered with Steal Your Face and Phish stickers. She reaches her room at the end. 'Ssica is scribbled on her door along with Les Claypool and some of the very same, yet uniquely different stickers.
She lightly closes the door behind her, and puts her bag on the floor next to her bed. She walks up to the mirror and checks herself out. Her light blue top has slight sweat under her armpits, even in the cold Ohio weather she stills sweats sometimes. It all depends on how nervous she is, how much she dances. It hugs her body, she seldom wears a bra during the summer, though with the cold season she often does to keep herself from pointing at anyone without her knowing.
A bandanna is keeping her hair from flowing over her face, her soft dreds are growing in, just about shoulder length. It was around this time last year that she started them. Her brother gave her all the tips she needed to get them going. He had his for years, and now she wanted to rock out the wookie look. Her curves accentuated her hips just enough, her brown pants hung close to them, though as she slipped them off it was easy to see just how well they concealed her shape. Her legs, for a hippie, were shaved and smooth. She liked them that way, just like her armpits. No one enjoyed being clean like her. Spending time on the road taught her to enjoy not just a shower, but her bed.
She took off her bra underneath her shirt, not that anyone was looking, she just enjoyed sleeping with a top on when it was cold. Otherwise, it was usually just her underwear. She threw herself onto the bed face first into the soft pillow were she exhaled a sigh of relief. It's so good to be home.
Grabbing her juicy juice, crackers, and string cheese, she settled down to watch some cartoons. Nothing like some comedy late night to pass the hours before she passes out. There really isn't much to do tomorrow, school is out, and she's just enjoying her time off. Her mind goes back and gets caught up on her past. Much like anyone, she likes to fancy a different turn out for certain events in her life. She feels the cold bead touch her neck, she leans into it.
He gave this to her, that man. He asked for one of her beads, and she willingly gave it to him. They shared a kiss, a moment, a breath. Yet, even though it's all she had of him, besides some conversation, she felt a connection to him. She hoped they'd run into one another someday, share a drink, maybe a kiss again. It's weird the things the mind will sometimes think up, the places one goes when in thought. Never mind that, she thinks to herself. They'll probably never see each other again.
She feels a bit cold, and covers her naked legs with her covers. Her green underwear and top just aren't cutting it at the moment. She shuts off her television, and turns off the light. She snuggles up to her pillow, and curls up to sleep. She dreams of a blue moon, and a car wrecked by a disco ball. She sees his brown eyes, and hugs him tight. For some reason they are floating, far above in the sky. The air passes by them, their dreds are flying everywhere. She kisses him, he kisses her, the clouds clear from the moons path, and it's light shines upon the two lovers. Something inside her tells her this is it. She holds him tightly.
"I Love You."
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