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Ep. 6: Waiting for the rain to fall - PART

Chris Isaak, "Waiting for the rain to fall"
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Arieccomi, nice people! Missed me? O there is none care less?
XD Well, here goes a whole despite bit 'a shit, here I am to continue storiuzza! A promise is a promise, not all so I can leave you hanging ... Today, the sixth chapter, you will find some historical expected to finish better and ended up at the other worse, such is life, the rest under the cut!

Rain entered the room, yet somehow still hesitant and secure . She put down, staring at the steaming cup of herbal tea to avoid having to watch those eyes funds. Then he saw the cup fall to the ground, he escaped the grip of uncertainty, and something inside him broke.

The sea of words that Rain had declined to speak in his presence , preferring to continue to look at her sideways with all the love in despair as she could, was expressed in one sentence as old as the world, yet always new for each ear of a woman wanting to be surprised to hear. "I love you, Grace." While the chapter on her bed, unable to utter a word in the distortion of situations, he approached her and grabbed her hands. It all happened in a few moments immortal.

was a hug.

Grace closed her eyes in surprise. He never knew exactly who the two had first raised its head, who had forgotten all right, who had completely abandoned the glossy sweet madness that seemed so inevitable at that time. Both, probably.

The kiss was death and rebirth of his person, built a new light in that moment of unexpected and shocking neglect. It swept like two hungry kids, lost in the discovery of a suspect and incapable of crosses and the ineffable delights of what seemed to be happening so quickly between them. It seemed they knew all along. It seemed they had not ever known.

The cup went on his way to the floor, unnoticed. Grace is not that you had the slightest attention to it. He smiled for a moment, to reassure her. It seemed no longer a threat pretext, but a long-sought goal: Grace and suddenly remembered, in the river full of emotions that were overwhelming, as he had hit the intensity of those dark eyes at their first meeting.

Everything flowed in front of the film as a faded yet vivid, while giving less likely to feed the madness. He remembered the times when she wished with all my heart that the boy would stop for dinner, despite wanting to use only as Patrick seemed to ape handyman and not elevated to the rank of a friend for no reason at all. She seemed so sad that the solitary life of outcasts that would collect as you do with a kitten from a cardboard box along the deserted sidewalk.

The heart was a crazy hammer against his ribs. The clarity was elsewhere. Succumbed under quell'insistenza impossible not to share. And while he still remembered. He remembered when, to pick up documents that Patrick had applied for office, Rain had made the door Donovan embarrassed and hesitant, while she and the elderly parents insisted in offering a day of iced tea in quell'ennesima sultry sandy. He recalled the rejection of him. She remembered thought with sorrow that he cordially detested. He remembered talking to Patrick, who had enraged misunderstood and thought that she and he ... that among them there were ...

Grace, tears on her cheeks in torrents, and a huge sense of guilt, suddenly stopped the train of thought and the lips of hungry companion, rising abruptly. Rain did not understand at all, misunderstanding. "Forgive me, I should never, will not happen again, I do not know what is taken, "muttered the lad in the confusion and emotional reality that had created in that room up to a minute for silent and quiet. "No, wait, is not your fault - it's just that I ... I can not, you know? Him - ...", he stammered the poor, rambling Grace without any opportunity to explain.

ran away in tears, leaving the room, the house, the heart of the Rain overthrown as steaming cup of tea now scattered all over the floor.

***

That anxiety. While Kim is expected to show up, impatiently watching the clock every thirty seconds, wondering once again if he had not exaggerated the smell, Karl reflected on the extraordinary case that had brought them together / clashing. The most beautiful blond reconstruct the dynamics of the facts, the more he became convinced that the laws of karma had finally started to work for him. He deserved it, cabbage. He accepted a transfer to Tsegi without drama, bend to the need and working with the delusions of bucolic brother. He had even helped to paint the walls of the barn. He was fond of horses and dogs as never would have believed possible. Sure, the dialogue with James was still a precarious mirage and depression if was eating him alive, but all in all its unusual susceptibility to sacrifice someone must have moved up there among the high ball, he thought, smiling sadly. But then the flow of images and sounds familiar start filling your head, lethal - felt his eyes burn.

Seven years earlier, five and a quarter of an afternoon & rsquo ; hell. The steps of angry Pa 'in the garage, but that to try to placate him after the last - yet another - corny dispute about the facts of life from their second big baby blond, tanned and-nothing. The heavy suitcases ready to be loaded into the car, luggage wrapped in dreams of plane tickets to Aruba donated by colleagues for their retirement. If only they had embraced before they left, they continued to reproach him with the eyes of James ... The door slammed, the scoured to the airport. Pa's hands' were shaking visibly.

Perhaps, in the devastating conflict with that beige van while taking exit 149, Mr McKenzie had not suffered.

Silence. The formal call and alien, the race car. The disbelief. The excruciating pain. The flashing lights of a patrol useless without the ambulance sense. The two bags blacks from the morgue, inevitable and impossible to accept. The cries.

venom spat by James at the wake in the ultra-luxury loft on Camelback Road . The cohabitation progressively less and less tolerable. The hatred, the insults. Slaps. The forced removal and the inevitable sight of that shady brother who kept putting off against the beloved image of two mangled bodies between the sheets.

He could not fight back the tears. "Where the hell hath been hunted 'is chick? I'm going to paranoia ", he said, trying in vain to compose himself. After forty minutes of waiting, mostly angry with himself for having to give a beautiful stranger by glaring hole and having given in to that sadness creeping down from incurable and condemned the Young shrugged and went back to the farm, hating.

learns that his brother could not be seen anywhere, despite for once warned a desperate need to talk, Karl began to wait on the battered sofa in the living room and that musty, still shaken, fell asleep.

What had happened to James? Well, so the architect had started toward the Roma camp with every intention of resolving the fool made with Moon. He had decided to dispense with all pretense and go from adoration witch with courage in your pocket, without false modesty, to invite her for a ride in that hole in the country. Arrived in sight of colorful wagons, however, felt the celestial sound of her voice with someone giggling accomplice. Undignified, he decided to peek. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her openly flirting with an attractive absolutely multiethnic DNA from giant Rastafari, against which he knew not to have any kind of chance.

dell'illuso giving himself, he decided to retrace his steps and forget Tufted before discovering too involved when he heard the distinct sound of a slap through the air. Turning, he saw a Beauty is very similar to his Moon fight with her as he was leaving of his own life, while the dark I stare amazed, and apparently undecided on what to do.

All this lasted a few seconds: the early ' other girl, the one that James did not know but that seems to have started the fight, walked away with giant tears in tow, and looked around the Moon embarrassed. He stood there, motionless, fixed, confused - then laid eyes on him. "That is no spy, I tried to articulate ...", James.

"And who would? You know him? "Said the beautiful gypsy, turning warlike intentions. "Quiet Bal, I think. Instead, run by Emi chiaritevi once and for all: I will also be a bitch, but the fault is more that your mine. And you know well, "he said quickly, the beautiful gypsy with a hint of irritation and sullen expression. Then, turning toward the intruder while his friend moved away in search of Emerald, nailed James with liquid eyes and two devastating words: "Take me away."

***

Waking up at noon passed since that magical night of madness, that come to mind little by little and found that the heat of the desert s' had infiltrated even in the cold rooms and air conditioned luxury prison, Vivica saw a flash in the pretty face of his savior. She could not wait to meet him again. It would run away with him in a flash, if only gliel'avesse asked, not looking back anymore. Doll so bored and spoiled by not realize what he lost in return? Maybe. But the lightness of his unconscious wonderful sixteen years assured her that yes, the lightning was more than alive and struggling with her. Why else worth the risk in this world?

on his way to his small, comfortable coated to sink in bathroom a tank that washed away the stress and disorientation from the tiny brain just turned on, Vivi felt call. "I am alive and well, unfortunately! I do a wash and go downstairs to eat, do not break, "he shouted loud enough for parents to hear.

Then, plunging into the frothy coconut water that had poured in the inviting warm, is lulled by the warmth and he sank back into sweet memories going back a few hours before, until doze off again.

"So, miss, I make an appointment to talk with secretary with you? ". The voice of his mother collected. It was after nearly an hour. "Come on, get out of here or I will pop the gills," said Juno offhand tone. Vivica, still confused, he obeyed. "Come and eat something now. Eight hours of sleep are more than enough for a young adult, do not look for other excuses, "he winked his mother. Going down the stairs behind her wearing a bathrobe preferred, Vivi did not realize immediately the real meaning of those words.

while facing his beloved waffles under the gaze a little 'mocking soap-opera that mother, the truth flashed: Juno knew precisely how many hours he had slept his daughter, so she was clearly aware that Vivi had been foiled to bed after four in the morning itself, and not at ten o'clock the night before. The girl visibly gulped, looking up with ill-concealed fear on the mother. That's enough giggled: "So, little thug, when you were going to tell me?".


Part here, as alwalys ^ ^

5 Month Old Baby Cough

Episode 5: Gypsy Eyes - PART

Jimi Hendrix, "Gypsy Eyes"





Part Two, Chapter 5! The first course here is ^ ^

When he walked out with so much coolness, the bar, Kim had congratulated herself. Not that the blond did not like, anything - and God knows what would have loved a bit 'of pampering after all the hard times. But he really needed to go back to Kylie with the milk carton that had pinched, he could not waste any time. Kylie tummy grumbled. The small clapped his hands with joy, in the face of God so well

Now, after feeding the puppy as best he could, and have prepared both for the night, was found to rethink the promise of myeloma strappatale eyed Karl: return in the following days there would be a nonsense. I barely knew, because trust? And then there was no need to move away from little more than necessary. Certainly not because of selfish vanity, then. No, just had to relax and forget the nice mixing of blood, after all, the damn fool had given her.

Giving up on the sleeping bag to sleep faded faithful who had recovered from his bag, Kim tried to examine all the assumptions of the case. If only she could tell him calmly that you have a puppy that was waiting at home ... But no, already the word "home" was something ridiculous, given the situation. Those rare times when she happened to attract the attention of someone who deserved it, maybe some nice guy by the book, Kim fell into the same script. Disappeared, with explanations for not having to humiliate and embarrassing stories.

suddenly remembered the exact moment, locked in messy processes of Fulton Street Station with a pregnancy test from a penny bought in pharmacies without a blush, had discovered the existence of Kylie. The shock, the feeling of having committed a crime unheard of, inadequacy, fear of making mistakes. The days spent wandering through counseling and school psychologists, transforming itself from a rebel fiercely restless teenager in confused and frightened. The belly increasingly difficult to hide, exclusion at school. The disappearance of anything in direct charge of the foul deed - something that Kim also not surprised ever. The daring escape from the trailer park and the broken family who had always been ashamed to call home ...

smiled to himself, noting that bundle asleep. How could she think of her as a frog in something embarrassing or unpleasant? Kylie was really the best thing that Kim had made in his life. Sooner or later, would submit that vast, chaotic, filthy world - and who knows, the time had come, hunting.

***

The bedroom was not made any noise. Grace was still unconscious, or perhaps

slowly slipped into sleep. A Rain, struggling with the miracle that mixed slowly infused over the fire, his hands were shaking like never before. By mixing the herbs and flowers, measuring the water and sugar, prepare the coffee - and all this for her, she lay on her bed in the next room - the only coherent thought that the young could make concerned the gigantic amount of crap he had just done. Take it at home, helpless and unconscious. What an idiot. And if the family had alerted the police?

When the phone rang suddenly, just not Rain poured the tea into the ground. He picked up the phone immediately, terrified of being snatch away his greatest dream. But the calm voice of Mrs. May, reassuring and soothing, tended only to thank him and ask about Grace of early intervention: "Think you then, my son. I'm sure you'll be in charge with all the care that poor soul deserves. "

Heartened, Rain said firmly that he had the situation under control: she was preparing a traditional decoction of its people that he would soon put back in force. Did not dare to add that he respected the woman more than himself, just to clear things up and throw a moment on the melodramatic, but dimly understood that the other end of the line was an elderly married couple who were able to recognize the lovesickness when they saw him. "You can hide the sun?" He thought bitterly.

time to conclude the conversation cut off yet so sweet, made of unspoken and certificates of mutual respect, and a cough coming from upstairs made him jump. She was waking up. Rain could almost hear the gears of the tired little brain of Grace embark upon, connect, remember. He filled a cup for her, his hand trembling.

not had the courage to cross the threshold. But the door ajar, slowly, and looked at her with eyes bright and his face serious. And now?

***

Way, Gattaccia hateful! Do not even try. " Nyx was unfortunately used to be apostrophes in this way, from time to time: after all, the proper reverence for cats has historically been the prerogative of the Ancient Egyptians - then it's over there. But, occasionally, his feline self-esteem required it a couple of scratches at random against ordinary mortals bothersome: and Balthazar was just exaggerating.

"Zia, say something to your beast," the dude insisted, defending his violin from the attacks of the curious cat. "I can not help it, Bal," Aster said quietly, lifting the big cat in her arms. "The beast, as you call it, is not exactly mine. It is part of the family as you see Remember that. If you really do not want to be able to play by himself, at least Teach her how to do it! "Concluded the old breadwinner with a laugh.

Moon did not intend to miss the opportunity to console the handsome violinist, but she realized that she had been beaten about the weather: Emerald her sister was finally able to take a minimum of initiative, establishes the crown rebel with a smirk. "Good. I'm not going to bother now, "he said to the beautiful Moon. "Rather, concentrate on serious things."

ran out in the sun. Reaching the brother Claude, lying on leggiucchiare and watching the sky with very thoughtful air, the girl asked, "Hey pirate, you are on your mind? Sad. "I do not own Moony! I'm just a bit 'confused, nothing more. But it is a story too long to explain, and I do not think the case to upset with the ugly stories of my achievements, "he joked.

The sister crouched beside him. "So let me please just a fast, little guy." Claude sat up, alert. "If you tell me to just those who live on the farm here before? I only know the name of one of the two, and not enough for me. I understand that people are, how they live here and most of all ... I want the opportunity suited to meet again with the darker hair type. You say, I hope? ". They giggled. They had understood each other on the fly, those two.

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Episode 5: Gypsy Eyes - PART

Jimi Hendrix, "Gypsy Eyes"





Arieccomi! I've done it, seen? Happy reading ^ ^

Semi-covered not dormant between her, the woman heard in the distance, somewhere in the house, a muffled clatter. Breathe slowly, enjoying the quiet and foreign unreal. The drowsiness that saturate the brain, gave up on his elbows to prop up immediately lift without understanding where he was. Grace could not keep my eyes open, they were full of tears. The burned. Then, slowly made its way into the memory the memory of his shame creeping explosion of anger. He continued to think, eyes closed and head on a mattress that did not seem soft as their own. In the air, a strange scent of flowers. He tried to remember still, curled up. Then, tearing the fog of the mind, thought of dying finally realizing where he was and why.

Samuel rested in her room, finally safe. Grandma May was pampering lavished on what it was that helpless little creature until the baby had finally fallen asleep, exhausted.

Then, after a brief consultation with her husband, worried and raised together as much as you, the old lady had wanted to make sure the conditions of that thoughtless frightened woman who so happened to be his daughter. So, finding the phone number of the vehicle Apache lying among the papers of Patrick (religiously kept from poor Grace, in mourning for a criminal with the badge), the old May had begun to compose the number trembling.

the first ring Specter said, perhaps waiting for their call. His tone was warm, soothing, almost family. May knew well - he had read him in the eye from the outset - that the Rain of Grace was far more solicitous of warm devotion among neighbors, at least she knew that Patrick, God rest his soul, had been many more areas of 'shadow the virtues of good pater familias. The whole country knew, in fact. All but Grace, blind and naive dominated by herself.

Therefore, conscious of moral integrity and above all gentle soul of that beautiful boy half and half native son of the wind, guilty only of excessive paranoia than others, May decided to let time take its healer course and the wind to start again to spin. In loving look and accomplice Neil, the rest next to her during the phone call as in every stage of their life together, read the same good-natured look at the future tense.

***

Karl just smiled. He could not remember anything at all about a certain remote gas tank. He kept talking and talking, filling the silences wary of shady and wild creature who sat in front of him, trying to reassure her once and for all its good intentions. She felt it, while remaining the dissolute buffoon of all time, that girl that every muscle was tense and ready to take that the closeness between them was only temporary and that probably nothing would have prevented it to disappear in a flash, if needed. The terror of losing it after finding it, then drove to Karl groped an inexhaustible dialogue, painfully aware that his ridiculous talk of exotic destinations and risked banality paint as a blowhard full of himself.

"Well, where are you from? I shot a lot, me, and you have to get the air from a distance. Accommodations near here? I have not ever seen at the motel, but if you tell me you're not from here I really believe you! Come on, tell me something about yourself. I do not know how to forgive me for the flight on earth did I do that ...", Karl recited in one breath.

you do not even sketched smile of a further fact, careful to what surrounded her as a dangerous jungle. "Maybe another time, now I must go. With orange. We'll see, "was all he said to his words intrusive Kim, rising rapidly from the bar stool for avvianrsi toward the exit with the feline grace of a panther hunted. Karl the Tall.

"Wait where you running? Did I say something wrong? Please do not disappear. You're the best thing that ever happened to me since I set foot in this hole of place, "he Karl trying to grasp a hand. Wrong move.

"Let go, please. I gotta go, I told you. Do not worry about the fall, it is obvious that I have not done anything - and then we both know that it was I to make you fall, "Kim dismissed the tone annoyed. Then, perhaps noticing the look of the blond genuinely injured, she added, almost reluctantly, "Maybe tomorrow I might come back around here. But now I own a monstrous hurry, sorry. Good day. " A veiled promise of those words, Karl brightened, ma lei era già scomparsa.

Mentre James rincasava, dopo aver legato nei pressi della cuccia quei due scavezzacollo di Shep e Glo, la sensazione predominante che gli fondeva il cervello era quella di essersi comportato da perfetto idiota. Aveva già collezionato incontri ravvicinati col pianeta femminile, in vita sua, e non ne era mai uscito così sconfitto: l’atteggiamento da sfigatissimo nerd non era proprio quello che adottava di solito come strategia vincente, ecco. Ma quella specie di ninfa dei boschi (mmm, diventava patetico quando la buttava sul lirico...) era proprio di un altro mondo. L’aveva fucked up a bit, that was clear, would have made him aware of the effect. It had a name that was all: Moon.

Now the question was only one: what would blush if he had seen a second time ? Or rather say, as an excuse to meet again with that look lovely? While he was about to go into court to dissolve the dogs, ready to send them on purpose to the gypsy camp even having to go to recover (pathetic, in fact), its purpose very noble was interrupted by the sound of the key in the lock entrance . Karl was at home at last. Forget it.

***

Vivica could not believe I did. While road with the keys to the door, in a dawn that shyly began to appear behind her, the only thing that kept clearly in itself that night was full of adventures and rough taste of the fresh cheek of a seventeen year old who just met Incidentally, it was probably a stateless person and maybe not so clean record. "Jeeez," he thought. "How vengeance has not been not bad ... What the hell are rebellious. A pair of fringed eyes, a French accent and I melt. "

Then, after entering, a new adrenaline rush. The sound of heavy footsteps down the stairs, yawning and Vivi knew that if he did not immediately removed from the entrance would see his father and subjected to third degree, obviously unhappy with outcome. He waited until it came into the kitchen for his glass of water overnight, then went sneaking down the stairs trying not to make any noise.

He went into his room as quietly as possible, mentally thanking the lucky stars that he had assisted so far and amphibians with a rubber sole silent ... without realizing that the beautiful Juno was simultaneously pop out of his room. Looking at her daughter back with silencer and too short skirt around four in the morning, the beautiful actress knew it was time to have a chat with the little reckless.

But

decided that the matter could wait another few hours, with a smile, rubbing against the handsome husband reappeared beside the bed.


Part Two, as usual, here!