Riding Standing Up by Sparrow Spaulding

Author:Sparrow Spaulding [Spaulding, Sparrow]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cage Free Publishing
Published: 2018-07-24T16:00:00+00:00

That happened to be one eventful winter. Jess began dating a guy named Bob who was twenty-three and looked like a younger version of Billy Idol— hair color, bone structure, he had it all. He lived about an hour away in his mom’s basement which was set up like a giant one-room apartment with its own kitchen and a separate entrance. We hung out there from time to time though it was awkward because after a few hours of drinking and watching movies Jess and Bob would start getting it on in his bed which normally wouldn’t have bothered me except his bed was four feet away from the couch and Jess was a screamer. At least the bed was behind the couch so I could watch TV and turn the volume up loud to drown out the grunts and groans.

One time after they were finished Bob asked if I wanted to “cuddle” with them. “I’m good, thanks,” I yelled over the blaring television without even turning around. I much preferred to be the third wheel.

Bob was friends with an older guy named Fred who owned a tiny cabin in the mountains not far from Bob’s house. It was more like a glorified one-room shack that had a double bed and a single chair in it. I wasn’t a fan of partying at Fat Fuckin’ Fred’s (his real nickname) because I hated peeing outside and there was no privacy if you wanted to go make out with a boy, but I was always outvoted.

Fred had a semi-adopted son named Sam who was my age and was almost always at the cabin when I got there. He was sweet and had a giant crush on me but unfortunately he was at the peak of his Peter Brady phase. I’m not sure what had happened but his face reminded me of a Picasso during his cubist years; nothing was where it was supposed to be. I tried to keep it platonic with poor Sam but his sweetness along with the alcohol made me give in to him more than once. It was always dark inside the cabin and after four beers and two shots if I looked at him sideways and cut my eyes just so he became adorable in a Muppet-like way. Sooner or later I went for it and kissed him a few times though it was nowhere near a make-out session due to the lack of privacy. Most of the time Sam and I talked or played cards and I was grateful.

“Fred invited us to the cabin,” Bob said one night when we were hanging at his place. It was a cold, snowy Saturday evening and there were no parties that we knew of, though I didn’t really enjoy parties with Bob’s friends because they were all older and into heavier drugs. A few weeks prior we had gone to one where a guy offered me something called “rush” that was some liquid in a tiny vial you were supposed to inhale.

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