teach me how to dougieA Chapter by Emily Dickinson Jr.
The flashes
of greens, reds and whites where captivating. The smallness of the world was
shocking. Hollie's world view was being shaken to its core and this was only
the start. Kael watched in amusement as Hollie pressed her face against the
jet's window. They were just now passing the great, mountainous
He didn't
want the expression on Hollies face to melt back to her normal chipper. Her
current one was much more entertaining and Kael was very bored.
‘It’s too bad we're almost there. We only have
about thirty minutes left in the eastern direction and we'll be there.'
"Hey!
Hey, Kael? Why you no smile? Lookie! The big hillies are so teeny tiny! They
look even teenier than I do!"
"I
don't know LiLi. I suppose I'm just bored is all. I’ve been on jet many times
before."
"Is
that what this is; a jet?"
"Yeah."
As if the
gods were giggling at Kael behind their cushiony clouds a melody filled the
air. It was Teach me how to dougie by
CRASH!
His phone
had vibrated straight out of his pocked and landed noisily on the polished tile
beneath his feet. Hollie’s didn't quite reach. He pounced like a lion on its
prey. The phone was clutched quickly between his long fingers. His hair was
disheveled, and his butt was sticking straight up in the air. Hollie was on the
floor too. Her face was bright red and she was trembling something terrible.
She couldn't breathe but it didn't bother her much. Great gales of laughter
surrounded the two. Hollies laughter was uncontrollable. It seemed like the
roles had been reversed. This time Kael was the one pouting and Hollie was
smirking through her great, heaving gasps. In fact the smirk was in the same
exact angle Kael's usually was. I guess someone didn't tell Kael that mimicry
is the greatest form of flattery.
Right as
the last note of and I hate
skinny jeans 'cause the
burner keeps rubbin! (Oh!) Rang
out, Kael was able to press the glowing green telephone symbol.
“Hello?
This is Kael the dangerous, the sexy, and the single. How can I help, help,
help you?"
"You
better hope you're not acting sexy and
single Mr. Johnson!"
boomed out of his tiny black phone.
He gulped
harshly, his prominent
"I'm
just calling to see how my baby girl is doing."
“Amy?"
"It's
Ms. Deshana to you soldier!"
"How,
how did you get my cell number? Wait, do I even want to know?"
"Just
as agents have ways of finding the addresses of single moms, this single mom
has ways of finding numbers of strange men that have their daughters. And no
you don't want to know and I wouldn't tell you even if you did."
"We
had a deal!”
Yes, yes we did, but I know as well as you
that you manipulated me. If I didn't know for a fact Hols is too young and
innocent to do so I would say she did as well. Of course after the emotional
rush was gone I had realized the insanity of the situation. What do you take me
for, a fool?"
"Of
course no-"
"Either
way I'm here to tell you that I will be keeping in contact with Hollie via
mail. Also, I will periodically call you for updates and no you won't know when
it's happening so you have best stay on those two feet of yours and firmly!"
"Wait,
how do you know my unit's address? Who is your informant? How in the
worl-."
"That is none of your business. I have
ways many ways. Deshana women have our secrets. I think you truly must be the
fool sir if you think Hollie's talent was a fluke. She is not the first nor will
she be the last. I will tell you nothing, so don’t bother. Hollie knows nothing
either. Good day sir."
He just lay
sprawled with a sweat drop on his forehead.
'When I
left that woman I had no questions. I probably should have known it was too
easy. But now... now I have only questions and no answers at all.'
Kael was
left with the impression that Ms. Deshana really didn't care what he was or
wasn't curious about. In fact he was kind of insulted in how the tiny woman
talked over him and completely controlled the conversation. The only inkling
that he gave Hollie of his thoughts was his succinct comment of,
"What
the?"
This of
course resulted in another round of sprawling laughter. Kael suddenly realized
how he must look sprawled on the floor like a girl chasing her lipstick. He
sprung up like he was electrocuted with a rather unmanly squeak. This really
wasn't helping Hollies breathless position.
"Huff, Huff! Kael where here! Are we
here? We are aren't we, aren't we?"
She was
right the jet was quickly getting closer to a big expanse of dessert sand. As
they drew closer the tan expanse grew defined and hilly. Closer and closer they
drew still and eventually they could see a grey dot. Soon that doubt turned
massive. It was a grey cave and it looked completely massive. It went on for
what seemed like miles.
“This is it
Hollie. This is our new home."
"This
is the place that's gonna give me a better world? It's our new world?"
"Yes,
Hollie. Your world, my world, and the world of so many others."
"It's beautiful."
The place
wasn't anything to look twice at. It was rough and it was stone. From the
outside it looked little else than a cave. It wasn't how it looked that
mattered to Hollie though. It was the sentiment. It was what it represented and
the fact that Kael would be there right with her. That she wouldn't be alone.
The fact that with her big blond goofball she knew she'd feel safer in the
rough cave than in her big brick, school, and her big brick home. No matter how
many locks they might have had.
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