Thursday, May 19, 2011

ONE FRIEND, TWO LOVES AND A GUY BEARING FLOWERS (Part 6) by Aurelia Blue



 "Honest to Pete, Raley," Dominic sighed, "shove over!  Damn, you got a lotta books up in here!"
      "Sorry. Lot's of makeup work."
     "Well," Dominic exhaled hard as he shoved the locker door shut, "maybe if you came to school more than two days a week, you wouldn't have that problem. Of course the two mile trek to all your classes over there in Academia Land probably is a bit of an incentive to consolidate your attendance hours." He laughed good naturedly, pulling her ponytail.



    "No shit," Dmitri said, "I have a perfectly good locker over there you know?"
    "Yes, and it's perfectly too close to the Boden Bowdean and Vivi Vi Show," Aurelia answered bitterly.
     "Yeah," Dominic said quietly.
      "Sorry, Deborah," Dmitri spoke quietly now too. "Forgive me, my Latin love?" He asked, hugging her.

     "Always," she answered giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "And besides, Dom, I have enough credits to graduate even if I quit coming altogether," she said cheerfully kissing him as well.

     "Then why do you come?" Dominic said astonished.

     "Because I like my job. And if I don't go to school, then I can't go to work. The manager is very strict. She calls the school to check."


     "Oh for crap's sake, you're a salad bar girl," Dmitri laughed derisively.

     "And two full days of hell, ahem, school, hardly seems like a fair exchange for eight hours of work," added an incredulous Dominic.

     "I'm a dining room hostess. Plus I get weekend shifts too. And easy for you say, Dominic, you get sprung at noon everyday for co-op work!" She laughed.
    It felt good to tease and laugh with her friends. But it felt foreign as well. She hadn't done it very often over the past four months. She'd practically sleep walked through the musical. It had been a raving success and had earned her and the dirctorial team many accolades. But Aurelia had been on automatic pilot, just trying to get to Christmas break and away from the place that trapped her with Bowden and Vivi.




    After the kiss she and Vivi had shared, Boden rarely let Vivi out of his sight in the presence of Aurelia. Suddenly he was everywhere. He met Vivi at the door of Theatre class. He escorted her to rehearsals. He even sat in the corner of the library during Creative Writing Club, pretending to research for a paper. Vivi herself, rarely spoke to Aurelia now outside of neccesary conversation. And when she did, her violet eyes no longer sparkled but seemed dull, even a little dead.
    Aurelia felt awkward around both of them now. She wasn't ashamed of the kiss, but she was ashamed for some reason about the aftermath, though she couldn't quite put her finger on why.



    "Well, if you hadn't given your own BFE locker to Axl and the Judster, you at least wouldn't have to crowd in with me," Dominic laughed as he hefted his backpack over one shoulder.
    "I gave it to Axl, not Jud," Aurelia answered.
     "Uh huh," Dominic said now, "and what did he give you?" He smiled mischievously, waggling an eyebrow at her.
     "Watch it," Dmitri said in a warning tone.
     But Aurelia just gave him an innocent look.
     "Why, whatever are you talking about, Dominic?"
     "Oh gee, I don't know, Raley, maybe you can tell me why everywhere we go, Axl Blue who used to never speak unless it was about cars, now only talks about you," Dominic said looking at her pointedly.



    "Maybe he's grateful about the locker. And we are neighbors too you know," Aurelia answered, her voice trailing off dreamily with the thought of Axl's fingers tangled in her hair as he'd kissed her in the moonlit woods night before.

     "Love thy neighbor, I guess," Dominic snorted.
    "It's not like that, brah," Aurelia answered dismissively.
    "Whatever," Dominic said shaking his head, "hey don't forget to vote for me for Prom King at lunch, 'kay? I voted you as Queen yesterday."
     "I won't, wait what? You voted for me? Why?"
    "Uh, it's a free country and you're the only girl I'm friends with at this school. What's the big deal?"
    "Prom is the big deal," Aurelia answered, feeling suddenly shaky. "I'm not going."
    "What! Deborah, that's tragic," Dmitri piped in.
    "I'll say," said Dominic. "Then I'm gonna get all my bros to stuff the ballot box with your name. Then you'll have to go, Raley. Come on, it wouldn't be any fun without you!"
     "Oh for pitty's sake, Dominic, you make a party wherever you go, you'll hardly miss me. And you," she whirled on Dmitri, "that's rich, you aren't even going yourself."
    "Only because it's my Julliard audition! Otherwise nothing but death could keep me from it! And you might as well know that I voted for you too, hmff," Dmitri said, verbalizing the scoffing noise.
    "Oh God." Aurelia pressed her fingers to her temples.
    "I voted for you too, honey," Jud Bowdean said suddenly bumping up against Dominic, "hey, brah, only fourteen days 'til the next weekend at Avilla!"
    "Yeeaaaah!" Dominic and Jud bellowed in unison.
    "What? Jud, why? Dude, you're a freshman! You can't even vote!" Aurelia snapped now.
    "Never stopped me before, honey. 'Sides I voted for Boden for King and I can't see him going with that prissy little thing, Vivi. You two should go."
    Aurelia made a slight gagging noise and Dmitri wheeled her around, dragging her away quickly.
    "What'd I say?" They heard Jud call out right before they heard the crack of Dominic's fist.



                                                                            ...
     "Oh my God, I think I threw up everything from last week," Aurelia groaned as she shoved her whole face into the water fountain.
    "Sounded like it too," Dmitri said, smoothing back her bangs from the flow of the fountain. "You're okay, right, Deborah?"
    "Yeah. Sure. Now." Aurelia drank deeply from the cool waters.


    "I mean everything is alright with you, physically? This is just an emotional response, right? You're not..."


     "Not, what?" Aurelia stood up straight now peering pensively into Dmitri's face.

    "What I mean is, well, uh all the absences, focusing on work, and now the hurling," he trailed off again, giving her an uncertain look. "I'm just worried, Deborah, that's all. I just wanted to make sure you're okay and don't, uh, have a little Blue bun in the oven or something," he finished, exhaling quickly, looking at her nervously. "I mean, 'cuz it's okay if you do, I'll stick by you no matter what," he added.

     Aurelia gave a tense gasp.
    "Well it's nice to know you have such a high opinion of me."

     "Deborah, love, you know what I mean," he answered, taking her hand, "never any judgements here." He placed her hand over his heart.



     Aurelia softened.
    "No, sweetie, of course not. I told you I don't sleep with him. We just make out."
    Dmitri looked noticeably relieved.

    "Okay, good. But how often is this making out happening? I know about the first time, and the time you went with him to Avilla, and the day you hid out with him in the woods over Spring Break. Has there been more?"

    Aurelia looked down, blushing.
    "Oh lord," Dmitri sighed. "So how often?"
    "Almost every Friday and Saturday night for the last couple months, and again last night."
    "Wow, Deborah. Are you in love with him, then?"
    "No. Maybe. I don't know. We don't talk about that kind of stuff."
    "Well do you talk at all?" Dmitri gave her a serious look.
     "Not really," Aurelia said, blushing again.
     "But it's hot though, right? It's not just a thrill or a way to get back at Boden and Vivi and," he sucked his breath in, "uh Gabe? You're not burying your heartache and feelings of rejection about all the things they didn't give you in what Axl Blue will give you, are you? I mean it's hot, and you're into him?" He put his around Aurelia's shoulders.

    "No. It's hot. It's really hot," she breathed heavily, leaning into his side as he held her closer.

    "Hmmm, well maybe you should go to Prom after all."
    "What, with Axl?" Aurelia looked up at Dmitri in surprise.
    "Why not?"
    "Because it's not like that. We're not like that. I don't know. He doesn't bring it up. And he works nights on weekends. He's going to go full night shift after graduation."
    "Okay, okay," laughed Dmitri, "it's obviously not an option."
    "No," Aurelia laughed then too.
    "You gotta admit though, it'd have to be better than going with Boden Bowdean and being crowned Queen."
    "I just as soon would see myself going with Vivi and being crowned co-Queens," Aurelia giggled.


    "Strangely, Deborah, I could actually see that myself," he answered. "Come on let's ditch and go to Grub's Subs. I've got quarters, you can play Pac Man," he said kissing the top of her head and leading her out a side door and into the spring sunshine.



                                                                        ...


    Umm, okay, Raley's Dad's Voice, I will leave a detailed message... 'Kay Raley, this is Dominic, and I've been thinking. I don't have any special girlies at school, and I was gonna go stag to Prom, but then I was thinking why not go with you instead? Now, now, don't hit delete, yet, 'kay, please? Hear me out, Raley? I know you don't want to go and since those dang jocks all stuffed the box for that cheerleader with the boob job and she won Queen, my plan to make you have to go obviously didn't work out. But, but Raley, it is Senior Prom. I know school doesn't mean much to you, and you know I get that. But Raley, what if you change your mind twenty years down the road and you start thinking back and what if... You know what if you start wishing you'd taken the chance when you had it? Don't live with regrets, Raley! Now I work at a florist for crap's sake and I get wholesale. I can make you anything you want. BEEP...Uh hey again, Raley's Dad, anyway, I was thinking wrist corsage, because they're hot right now and a new trend, and expensive. Only the It Girls will have them. But I get the wholesale, so it's nothing for me to whip up something nice, classy. Dmitri says you like pink and that you even looked at some pink dresses down at Wedding Traditions last spring. So I'm saying maybe you revisit that and make a purchase, you know invest in future memories...and don't forget to get me a swatch of the fabric so I can match my tux. I'm thinking soft gray with a vest, cumberbunds are so gay and vests are coming in big. We could really do this in style, Raley! BEEP... Oh! Oh, I forgot to mention the eats! We could have dinner at the golf club, my dad said he'd give me the cash and we can get the shrimp or even surf 'n' turf, 'cuz you know I love farm girls 'cuz they know how to enjoy a good steak! Yeah, and my mom said she'd buy the really good photo package and split it with your mom. Honestly Raley, we'd have a good time and you'd have nothing but the best memories to keep...BEEP...Sorry, Raley's Dad, but I just gotta say one more thing. Raley, go with me, 'kay? Just say, yes. I promise to show you a good time, and hey it's something I can do to thank you for helping me all the time with my homework and for well, just being a good friend to me. Come on, Raley, what cha say? Let me be a good friend to you too, huh? I adore you, Raley, please go to Prom with me? BEEP

Saturday, April 30, 2011

BEING A BANANA



Am I a banana?

I'm a banana.
No.
I'm not a banana. Not true.
I'm pretending to be a banana because this is supposed to be a fiction blog.
So...
I'm a banana.
OK?
Ifya just let me be a banana for now that'll be gudd.
:)

I don't like to be eaten.
When people take a bite out of me it hurts like the dickens.
Ouch!
They've tried,
but I won't let 'em.
Even pretty ones like this one.
If they manage to eat me up then I'm
all gone.
Dead.
As a
doornail.
ONO!
People like that woman above like gobbling me up.



They just like to eat me.
They don't care. They just think I taste good.
The only reason I was created was to be eaten.
I was raised on a banana farm.
I didn't come from a forest or something.
Yaknow?
I think Chiquita owned the tree I was attached to--
my foster 'parent.'
What a life that was.
Just hanging around waiting to be picked,
stuffed into a box and crammed in with a bunch of other bananas,
sent to a store,
hurled around a loading dock
then shoved onto a shelf in a warehouse to eventually wind up
on a shelf
at Stop and Shop.
OMG!

Then finally sitting on a kitchen table watching other animals and fruit
getting cooked and eaten, while I await my brutal fate.
To be eaten by a beautiful maiden.
Uh oh!
Am I in trouble!
Phew!
What can I do?!

If that gal doesn't eat me then this guy with the red nose will try!
Everyone loves bananas!
We're mello
and we're
yello.
Donovan
wrote a great song called Mellow Yellow about bananas.
Here is the link:


I'm slippin' into non-fiction a bit.
But that's ok.
Donovan's song is real, not fiction.
But they didn't really call him Mellow Yellow I don't think until
he wrote the song.
Great song.
I'm still not sure to this day if the rumors are true that
there is some way to get high by smoking
banana peels some way somehow.
Not sure on that.
Here's more banana non-fiction.
Harry Chapin wrote a great banana song, too.
The first one ya listened to at the top of the page was
30,000 Pounds Of Bananas.
It's about a banana delivery truck that crashes, resulting in 30,000 lbs of
M A S H E D    B A N A N A S
! ! ! ! !
ONO
!


At Stop and Shop people even buy bananas to feed their pets.
Darned banana-eating Parrot!
ONO!
Help!
Sometimes I wish I wasn't even a banana.
Awwww.
What if he had to watch me eat HIS brother?

These are a ton of bananas.
Well, probably more.
They're all my brothers and sisters.
I love all those guys.
Aren't they cute.
And...
Verrrrrrrrry
Yello!
:)
I'm writing this story inspired by my facebook friend
Patty,
btw.
She luvs
bananas
and uses a facebook app
called "Food Fight"
and throws
facebook food at me all the time.
<3
Patty's cool and luvs
Thundersnowstorms.
Me 2!
:-D
I'm a banana
and sure am
PROUD OF IT!
So, please don't eat me or anymore bananas
if ya luv us.
OK?

Whatever ya do, please don't use me as a gun.
I'm a pacifist!
:)
I'm a vegan.
I don't like hurtin' anyone or anything.
So
please,
please
be peaceful.
Peace is the answer.
Not WAR!
Not eating animals.
Not abusing 'em by using 'em as lab experiments
so your bubble gum tastes better.
Or wearing their skin just because you like the way it looks.
OK?
Ifya do that, then go ahead and eat some bananas.
Not me tho?
OK?
Please?

You can use me as a phone ifya want.
This cute girl is welcome to buy me at Stop and Shop and use me as a phone.
That'd be a great way to be.
BEING A BANANA
could be gudd,
or it
could be
badd.
One more link to music, this ones by a group called the Monkees.
They were popular when I grew up.
Monkeys are supposed to eat bananas.
That's ok by me.
This one's called "Hey Hey We're The Monkees."
Sorry real music fans:




That's a fictional picture of the baby Jesus.
Isn't he cute?
Isn't Mother Mary cute too?
Doesn't Joseph look proud?
Cool pic, huh?
Jesus gave us the Earth and dominion over the whole
kit and caboodle,
animals included.
Oceans, land, atmosphere, plants, people and critters.
It says so in the book of Genesis.
That's where it all begins.
:)

The humble Christ was born in a critters' manger
cuz the hotel owner wouldn't even put them up inside
though Mary was 9 months pregnant.
Tough situation.
The wise men were shepherds who abandoned their flocks
'o
sheep to go visit the newly born savior.
:)
Christ is symbolically referred to as a shepherd and we Christians
as his flock.
I love sheep.
I luv petting 'em.
Ever pet one?
It's cool!
Let's treat animals gudd.
Let's treat the atmosphere gudd.
Let's treat the plants gudd.
Let's treat the land gudd.
Let's treat people gudd.
Peace at any cost.
Peace in Egypt and in the world, please.
Look at my blogs on MomCat's Vegan Project, a series at a not-so
fictional blog 'o mine, it's a series of articles:
And don't forget to donate today to:
:)

Friday, February 18, 2011

MY SWORD AND PLOWSHARE STORY :)

Please Click On This Link And Listen To Melanie Safka Sing
Peace Will Come


Me:  "Reverend Sara,can I talk to you for a minute, please?
I know you're really busy. But I hafta ask you a question,OK?"
Reverend Sara:  "Sure Lisa,ask away. I always have time for questions."
Me:  "Reverend Sara, what's a sword?"
Reverend Sara:  "Hmmm. Gudd question. A sword is a weapon people
used to use a long time ago in battles. They used them for fighting."

Me:  "What's a catapult?"
Reverend Sara:  "Well...  A catapult is a bigger weapon they used to
use in the old days to hurt people with."

Me:  "This is a real important question, Reverend Sara. What's a
gun???"
Reverend Sara:  "That IS a real important question, Lisa. A gun
is a weapon to hurt people with bullets and used to maim and
kill
people and animals."

Me:  "What's a rifle?"
Reverend Sara:  "A rifle is a long gun used to shoot from long distances."

Me:  "What's a handgun, Reverend Sara?"
Reverend Sara: "A handgun is a short gun that isn't so accurate at
long distances."
Me:  "So, Reverend Sara, if long guns are gudd for shooting from
far away, they use them for shooting pretty birds, cute deers and
bears and stuff?"
Reverend Sara:  "Yes, Lisa. You sure are a smart girl."
Me:  "Now this is another important question. What are handguns for?
Animals always run away, and you can only
hit things close up with a
handgun?
Are handguns designed to kill other people, Reverend Sara,
ARE they???"
Reverend Sara:  "Yes, Lisa, yes they are. They're only designed for
killing
other people.
People practice target shooting,
but besides hitting fake targets their only purpose is to kill people."
Me: "OH MY GOD!!! [And I cried for awhile when we talked...]. That's horrible."

Now You Should Click On This Link And Listen To Melanie Sing
Beautiful People

Me:  "What's a missile, Reverend Sara?"
Reverend Sara:  "A missile is a rocket designed to carry bombs."
Me:  "Yamean like to hit buildings and stuff?"
Reverend Sara:  "Yes, Lisa."
Me:  "ONO!!! WHY!!! Oh my. That's horrible."

Me:  "Reverend Sara, what's a nuclear bomb?"
Reverend Sara:  "A nuclear bomb is the worst thing ever invented.
It's a bomb so strong it destroyed two whole cities in an instant.
One was called Hiroshima and the other was called Nagasaki.
Hundreds of thousands died right away,
and thousands and thousands suffered for years
all burnt and stuff with broken bones,
cancer and worse until they finally died.
Old people, kids, women, men, children, even the cats and dogs died!
All the buildings were destroyed.
It was a huge disaster.
The worst nightmare ever!!!"

Reverend Sara:  "War is horrible. And just a sin. Violence is NEVER the answer,
Lisa."
Me:  "Never. It's always the problem at home too. And so nuclear war
must be the worst kind of war. It's horrible."

Reverend Sara:  "I love you sooooo much, Lisa. You are so gentle,
kind, loving, considerate and thoughtful.
You are beautiful, too.
I pray that you never see any war, like I had to.
I pray that all violence ends today.
I especially pray that nuclear war never happens again!"
Me:  "Me too! I pray that too!!! We prayed together! Yippee!"

Reverend Sara:  "Promise me you'll always work for peace, Lisa? Please?"
Me:  "I already do. I am right now."


Reverend Sara:  "What a smart girl, you really are. You ARE
working for peace right now. Who sent you into my office just now?
Me:  "Jesus."

Me:  "A plowshare is the metallic blade of the plows of old. The remainder
of the plow was almost exclusively made of wood.
The notion that swords should be melted and
the molten metal converted
into plowshares
is symbolic
of
the
peace
movement personified by Christ
and still relevant,
even more so today than
when Jesus walked,
Reverend Sara.
Me[again]:  "And it means you should use your sermons to preach for peace.
Huh? Right?"
Reverend Sara:  "Yes, Lisa, you're right.
Me:  "How come you never give sermons about ending war
and anti-nuclear bombs, and stuff?  Why??? How come? Please start. OK?"

Here's Another Song Sung By Melanie, This One's A Song She Sang At A Place Called Woodstock
Candles in the Rain

Reverend Sara:  "Well, Lisa, sometimes people in church don't
want to hear these things,
and I hafta tell them what I think they CAN hear."

Me:  "Do you mean what you think they CAN hear, Reverend Sara, or
what you think they WANT to hear?
I think we need to hear about Jesus, and Unconditional Love,
justice, equality, ending war, non-violence, and understanding ALL the time.
I think Jesus said a lot that was hard for people to hear but He said it anyway.
I think he stood up for his convec...   cinvi...  how do you say it??  His convictions!
I think you should say Jesus, name and the word 'love' a whole lot more in
church, and not just on Sunday mornings.
And I think you should tell people on Sunday mornings just like you just
told me about Hiroshima and Nagasaki just now!!!"

Me:  "Saying the truth and standing up against violence is the only
way to end it once and for all. Then everybody will be happy.

Me:  "I KNOW that if you preach more about ending war and violence
and if you talk about Jesus and Love a lot more on Sunday mornings and
the rest of the time that I'll sure be happier!!!  :-D"

Reverend Sara:  "Jesus certainly did send you! What a gudd girl.
And what a great little messenger.
I will spend my sermon next Sunday talking about war, guns,
nuclear bombs, Love and I will say Jesus' name a lot more often.
I promise.
I'm sorry."
Me:  "That's OK, Reverend Sara. I love you."
And Reverend Sara and me, we hugged and hugged and hugged!!!
The End
For Now