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Tales from the Ick!: Part II - Family History - The Devin + ickgirl Saga |
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ickgirl on Tuesday, April 23, 2002 - 09:13 AM PST
I feel clammy and warm in my long black coat. It's October 31, 1999, sometime near noon. I'm walking along the waterfront, trying to remember exactly where I can catch a ferry to Vashon Island. What if he wants me to go to his house? I have got to get the ferry back at five o'clock. I wore my watch today, five o'clock. What if I WANT to go to his house? There are children all over the place dressed like Barney or one of the Teletubbies. Since when do kids go trick-or-treating this early in the afternoon? I look down at the giant pomegranate I've been carrying all this way. At least this will give me something to talk about. Pomegranates and kids in fuzzy suits.
It dawns on me that I haven't told anyone where I'm going. Not a soul knows, except perhaps Rae but she lives clear across the country. Besides, she's Devin's friend, really. I'm sure he won't be telling her about chopping me to bits. Unless she's in on the elaborate plot! I'm keenly aware that kids are wondering what I'm "supposed to be" for Halloween; which makes me grin as I clomp my way up a flight of stairs to what I think is the ferry terminal. Back down the stairs I clomp, rushing now, quarter in hand. I've got to call him and let him know I'm catching the boat now. In 3 minutes. Hurry. Hurry.
Boy voice: "Ok, I'll come get you."
I hang up the phone, pay my fare and board the rickety little boat. I wonder if I get seasick on these types of boats too? In the teeny bathroom I add a touch of makeup to my unmade face, mess up my recently chopped hair. Ten more minutes and I'll be there. What would the people close to me think about think about this? Of course I won't tell anyone, I don't need the lectures. I'm a broken bird without a home, does it even really matter what today brings? At least it's something.
I spot him as soon as we get close to shore. Standing all alone, maybe he's smoking. In a long black coat, hair slightly damp, waiting for...something. I wonder if he's nervous. I wonder if he thinks I'll do the chopping and he'll be the bits. Walking up the ramp, fearing I'll trip or stub my toe or something equally graceful, I wonder where to place my eyes. Do I stare at my destination or at the water? or the mountains? or pretend to look for something in my bag? Chapstick is always the answer in these uncertain moments. I slowly apply some raspberry goodness to my lips. Pomegranate concealed in my coat, I approach The Stranger. He smiles. I smile. With nothing to say, I shove the pomegranate his way.
Awww!
It's amazing. The social grace one can achieve with fruit. All formality out the window now, he giggles and we jump into his little car. Hmm, he seems like such a normal person. I suppose all boys who chop girls into bits seem "normal."
(To be continued...)
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Part II - Family History - The Devin + ickgirl Saga | Login/Create an account | 12 Comments |
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Neat!
by Dolorosa on Apr 30, 2002 - 09:27 AM
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Ah, potential homicidal paranoia is so adorable!! Personally, if I was really that scared, I would have thrown the pomegranate at his head then went for the eyes...of course, this IS Devin we're talking about...he'd probably throw a lightning bolt or drop a house on me for that...still, funny how the best and greatest people you meet are always met under less than usual circumstances, and one is generally not totally ready for it.
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Re: Neat! by ickgirl on Apr 30, 2002 - 10:40 AM (User info | Send a Message) http://www.envy.nu/ickgirl | yes, I was scared - but I figured if need be, I'd put up a damn good fight, and maybe even win!
I didn't figure he considered me a great person *wink* but when i wanted to go home i recall his very words - pouty "aw, but i was having fun with you!"
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Re: Part II - Family History - The Devin + ickgirl Saga
by necromancer (raina_dillon@hotmail.com)
on Apr 24, 2002 - 09:09 PM
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*laughing* I love the pomegranate. What a first impression that would make. Unforgettable I bet.
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Re: Part II - Family History - The Devin + ickgirl Saga
by Comedian (comedian@callatg.com)
on Apr 23, 2002 - 03:53 PM
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Just curious, what did motivate you to bring the pomegranate, of all odd fruits?
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Re: Re: Part II - Family History - The Devin + ickgirl Saga by ickgirl on Apr 23, 2002 - 04:00 PM (User info | Send a Message) http://www.envy.nu/ickgirl | 1) They are in season in the fall. I cut through the market to get to the waterfront and passed a stand with the biggest pomegranates I'd EVER seen.
2) "Pomegranates are Goth as Fuck" was the name of a chat room that devin created one night...and i stumbled upon him there. (He was a snot right from the start! Asking me questions, grilling me and then raking me over the coals.)
3) I love pomegranates.
4) I AM an odd fruit.
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I see, I see... by Comedian (comedian@callatg.com) on Apr 23, 2002 - 04:26 PM (User info | Send a Message) | Not many kids answer pomegranate after someone asks them "if you were a fruit, what kind of fruit would you be?".. Unique. |
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Re: Re: Part II - Family History - The Devin + ickgirl Saga by SeraphimSilence on May 01, 2002 - 09:20 PM (User info | Send a Message) http://realmofshadows.multiservers.com/ | *L* I don't think Pomegranates are odd. It would have been more strange and possibly a bit confusing to hand him an apple.... then again there's that whole Adam and Eve thing... *hmm* maybe I should try giving my boy-toy an apple or pomegranate *snicker* |
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Re: Re: Part II - Family History - The Devin + ickgirl Saga by xxpoisonxx (xxlevel27xx@hotmail.com) on Aug 13, 2004 - 01:22 PM (User info | Send a Message) | sounds like fun... can i try? if i were to be a fruit i would be...a tomato... nobody knows what i am ... i might be a vegetable and i might be a fruit... for all you know... i am a dairy... that made no sense but who cares.... obviously i dont....bye |
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Re: Part II - Family History - The Devin + ickgirl Saga by cherteabear (-) on Dec 08, 2004 - 11:17 PM (User info | Send a Message) | my ick chick is big time different. i'm in college and i call them fucking little cock sucking snots. and those stupid peacock ponytails and hip huggers from the seventies they wear even when they don't fit . The attitude on them reeks. I've asked a simple question and they pretend your not their. In lecture one day two of these little sluts sat behind me and and my buddy and sat threw a 2 hrs lecture ripping paoper ever so slowly threwout the whole lecture. Needless to say I told them one ofus are gonna have to move and it wasn't us. Which
disrupted the whole class. fucking little sluts. i feel sorry for the guys that end up tryig to date these
prima donnas.you'd think now that winter is here
they would want to keep there belly buttons warm but no there right out there. whats wrong with the year 2000 the kids ran out of ideas and ripped off the 70's. my era. those were the best 70 80 90 thirty years of great music great close great
drugs. concerts with multiple bands all the time. toronto rocked , i was born there in diversity of culture.my high school hab 7or8 different nationalities in it.there was alot of hatred though. peo[ple pushing minorities in front of subways. alot of hate crimes. i left and toured europe and canadaand ended up in edmonton. i loved it there and will return some day. no icygirls there.i got my chef traing course and red seal in culinary arts and flitted all over alberta and bc. banff springs was a blast. most times i got fired cause i liked to drink too much blah blah if any one cares you know what to do. |
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