8.2 Two Timing

Wilson had only been watching them dance since Addison had left him. Mutter something about the bathroom and refills, she danced away, leaving him alone. He knew he should have kept dancing or something other than people watching. But he had stopped dancing, and when he did he watched Jodi lead Brooke back out to the floor.


It was then he was mesmerized. Watching them twirl and drop in synchronized patterns. He always enjoyed watching Brooke. Everything she did it was graceful. He could remember the first time he saw her, sneaking into the junk yard of course. He couldn't figure out why she wanted to sneak into the junk yard. She'd return night after night. After about a week, he figured he better bust her.
He rounded the corner expecting to see her drugged, drunk, or naked, but instead he found her digging through piles of scrap. He was terrified she wouldn't come with him. She would think he was joking around since he was hardly a year or two older than her and he didn't look the part. But she would always follow.

He felt bad after the deposited her at home when he saw the anger in her mothers eyes.


Suddenly he realized that not only had she realized he was staring, but also Addison.

*****

Addison was comfy at the bar. The bartender, an older fellow with a odd sense of fashion, was bored himself. In a bar full of people, no one was drinking. Addison sat and kept him company as she sipped her fruity concoction. She couldn't remember what number this one was, but it was tasty. With each drink she slowly revealed more and more to the bartender.

"That's all I've been hearing, "Be like your sister, Wah Wah Wah," she was excited that someone was listening, even if her anger was magnified due to the alcohol. "Then I get here and he can't keep his eyes off her, I mean really!"


The bartender looked around. The sister in questioning had quit dancing and was saying goodbye to her friend. "What about that Dean fellow?" He inquired.



The bartender watched as "Wilson" closed the gap between the sister and himself. The girl sitting at the bar pulled the drink away from her lips and looked down. "Well, I was scared. Dean's so. So serious. I wasn't ready. So. Then there was. And now." The bartender looked at her as her eyes swelled with tears. The Wilson fellow rushed from the sister in questioning to his date's side. "I think she's had enough for one night," he said scooping her into his arms.