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Teenage Dirtbag, a fanfic for the 2. Chapter 1: Down at the Docks (Amber)This night I had a dream that I reversed time, or rather, that time and other things had flown backward and I moved with them. My grandfather, in his grave these fifteen years, was supposed to drive me home from Seattle, but the route took us backward through an undeveloped subdivision where my home should be but where the map we consulted marked only "Streets A through Z." Oh, how I had missed my grandfather's face, his white hair combed back, his expression of abstraction as he moved his finger along the map. I said, "Are you supposed to drive me home?" and he responded, "It certainly seems that way." I couldn't see how he would, the route was so uncertain, and he was so frail, but he was determined to take me home, and there was no one else to do it. When I wake up, it is four- thirty in the morning.

Brett is buried in bed next to me. Amelia 2.0 Full Movie. There are pre- dawn birds and gray light setting up outside.

June is deepening. Thayer had left a stuffed owl at the foot of my bed and my heart leaps in my chest when I see it. It is a thing to be cherished when your three- year old child oversees your sleep with love. How I had fallen asleep before my child is another matter best explained by the insomnia I've had since he was born.

At first I supposed I would find my sleep again. This was new parenting and once Thayer slept through the night so too would I.

But my mind kept a vigil instead, seeming to burn brighter with the passage of time, and it wouldn't let me sleep. He is always on my mind, Thayer…I take myself to the lake as the household is still sleeping. The morning is damp and cool and fog shrouds the lake. I am dressed for running, though I don't do that as such anymore.

An old knee injury from cheerleading bothers me, and when I feel it I think of high school, and I think of Thayer. How it came to be that he now dominates that landscape, so much more vivid than the blurred images of friends, boys, classes, even the interstices of nights and weekends. I reimagine all of the hours of those days as ones I might have spent with him. Watch The Ottoman Lieutenant 4Shared. Twenty minutes later I am at the dock, looking out across the water to the place where Thayer used to fish, and where, once upon a time, he used to watch me.

I always felt the weight of his gaze. It seems now as though it clarified my actions, slowed time, created an etching of what was otherwise unthought, unnoticed, and unremembered. I remember who I was because I remember him watching me. Whatever I had of beauty or love- and it was little enough- I had through his eyes. I seem now to have admired myself only when he did. I hate myself for ever saying I hated him. I dive into the lake and swim up to pier where he leaned.

I pull myself up to the boards and lean against the pier myself. It is entirely too cold, old, smooth, wet, indifferent. I close my eyes and wait for the sun to come up. Sprawled there, I see an image in my mind's eye of Thayer jumping into the water.

I hear movement, splashing, I see him go under. I feel a beat of time pass. Ripples. He doesn't break the surface.

I press my hands to my heart. He is going to live forever. He does live. His vitality is undeniable, ineradicable. I move my hand off my heart and onto the edge of the wood, where it catches something cold and substantial. It warms beneath my fingers. I do not open my eyes to see what I caught hold of, but just hold it, and tell it that Thayer will live forever. I listen to Thayer say, "I've been dead for four years."My voice, in my head, outside my body, vibrating against the pier, says, "No, it was only five seconds ago."The thing slips beneath my fingers, seems to hesitate, like a tide returning, then pulls away again from me.

Don't go, please. Not yet." Again my voice issues forth like a real thing, on a puff of watery air."I wanted to tell you that I brought Thayer to the lake last week." I say.

It was warm enough, and he spent some time picking out stones on the shore and making a yellow brick road. I waded into the water and caught a small silver fish. Then I swallowed it whole, just to see how you felt when you had done it.

It tickled and writhed, and I wanted to throw it up, but then it went down and I no longer did. Want to throw it up. I had gotten past the point where I could save it. Thayer, I…"My voice dwindles as the water next to me ripples and thrashes under, and a body hauls itself up out of the water and on top of me. All at once I am hot and cold. I am damp, then soaking wet as the water from the body drips onto me. I shiver as I feel cold thighs against my legs, a wet belly pressed to mine, the gravitational pull of arms anchored ever so slightly apart from my own body.

Then a firm chin meets my own, rough stubble scrapes against my jaw, and, my eyes still closed, I lift my hands to touch his face. The sun is suddenly blindingly bright behind my eyelids, red, and then grey where the shadow of his head blocks it. I open my eyes and see the outline of this body on top of mine, a head and neck on arms only inches from mine, a jaw, an ear, wet hair now sliding through my fingers. Wonderingly, I cradle his head in my hands as he rests his forehead against mine. His wet nose touches mine, bumps upward, and I feel his erection stir on my thigh. My nerves fire, I feel my breath leave my body, my shoulders burn straight up to my ears and my belly tightens."I no longer love you, you know." His voice rumbles through his sternum and flashes across my chest, the same tenor as it always was, the same inflections, none too slow, and burns my heart. My heart stops, then starts to beat again wildly. Runaway Bride Movie Watch Online.

My hands are still in his damp hair, my body is pressed along his and somehow I've slid from the pier onto my back straight underneath him."Are you one of them?" I whisper, breathlessly."I am one of them," he returns, and nips my mouth with his own. I think I am crying, I feel it behind my eyes, but I cannot be sure with all of the water everywhere on my face. I pull his head down to mine and kiss him fiercely. I scrape my teeth along his lips. I suck on his bottom lip and then, when his mouth opens onto mine, I plunge my tongue into his mouth.

He returns the kiss, his tongue entering my own mouth and dancing along and then underneath mine, then over again, touching my palette. My chest surges up to his, and his arms, blessedly, come around beneath my back, pulling me up to him. He's entirely hot now, dampness steaming from him, and he grinds his hips into mine.