When September Ends

Author:Andrea Smith & Graysen Blue [Smith, Andrea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Meatball Taster Publishing, LLC
Published: 2015-05-21T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

December 13th

It’s still dark outside when I awaken to the familiar sound of Brandon’s headboard slamming against the wall of his bedroom, which, as my bad luck would have it, is on the other side of my bedroom wall. Poor apartment planning on the part of the building’s designers who were evidently clueless about man whores back in the 1930’s, when the place was built.

I glance over at the clock. It’s only 5:47 a.m.

Seriously, Brandon?

The rhythm of the headboard pounding against the four-inch thick plastered walls increases, and I wait for it.

There it is.

Ashley’s shrill moan reverberates through the wall, and I count in my head when it will reach its crescendo as a full-fledged shriek.

Three. Two. One. Maestro?

And there it is in High-definition. I imagine it rattling the glass in Brandon’s bedroom window. Here comes the finale. Wait for it, folks.

“Oh Fuck, Brandon!”

The fat lady—or in this case—the skinny chick with the big tits has sung.

Ashley is Brandon’s latest hook-up, and, all in all, a pretty nice girl. They came by the evening before last and chatted as I was packing up my stuff. Ashley had complimented my taste in clothes, music and videos. Brandon had only grumbled about my moving back to Meridian being a fucking bad idea.

Gee, tell me how you really feel, Bran?

“Oh Brandon, leave her be,” Ashley had commented, giving his back a light slap. “She’s your friend, you should be supportive.”

To which he’d only grumbled something more unintelligibly that couldn’t be argued against.

I scoot out of bed, knowing that I might as well get my journey started since I won’t be able to fall back asleep now.

I make damn sure they won’t be sawing any logs either as I turn on the television in my bedroom and up the volume as I start getting dressed for my trip back home.

I step into the bathroom to brush my teeth, and pull my hair up, packing up my toiletries in a separate bag when I hear someone pounding on the door of my apartment.

My heart leaps, wondering momentarily if somehow Jesse’s found out about my plans, which could only have been through Gram, and I’m fairly certain she wouldn’t risk it.

The truth is, Gram wants me there with them. She has crafted this whole scenario in her mind whereby Mama stays with Jesse and Scout, where they will live as a family happily ever after.

Fat fucking chance. She hasn’t been clued in yet.

I open the door quickly, and see that it’s Brandon. He’s wearing boxers and a worn U of A tee. “Seriously, September? You’ve got CNN blaring on your television in the bedroom at six in the morning?”

He yawns, which makes the dirty look he’s giving me far less intimidating.

“Oh, did I wake you?” I ask innocently, moving away from the door as he saunters in.

“Well…no, but you’re keeping us from sleep.”

“Hmm…well, I was sleeping pretty soundly until the cracked plaster started falling in there,” I tease, “What with the racket and opera singing going on at your place.

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