(Story notes) - 02/28/2002
J.T. stopped the car and sighed. He glanced over at Sarah and took her hand. "I had a really good time tonight."
He caressed her cheek. "I'll see you Monday, Sarah." He kissed her one more time.
"Goodnight, J.T."
Sarah tiptoed into her pitch-black apartment and eased the door closed, latching it shut. She felt around until she found the couch but gasped suddenly when a hand clutched her wrist.
Anthony flicked on his lighter, illuminating both of their faces, and lit the joint resting between his lips. He exhaled in her face, causing her to cough.
"Since when do you smoke pot?" she asked.
He let out a cough, not being used to smoking. "Since you decided to screw around with someone you hardly know." He took a long drag. "Really, babe, what gives?" He exhaled, and she coughed again. "Four days?! And he's your instructor!"
Sarah glared. "Wait a sec. You went through my stuff?"
"So what if I did!"
"I just don't believe it." She grabbed the joint and inhaled.
Anthony held out his hand. "Sarah, give it back."
She exhaled slowly and pinched the joint between her fingers, extinguishing it. "You want it? Go get it!" She tossed it across the room and stomped off into the bedroom.
He just sat there, staring straight ahead, dumbfounded. Though it definitely wasn't the first time they'd gone to bed angry, it was, however, the first time they hadn't kissed each other before retiring for the night. More than anything, Anthony knew, he was scared--scared of losing her, of losing their friendship, and of losing their relationship, for he knew once he lost that, if he was lucky to get it back in any form, it would never be the same. She would never be the same, and neither would he.
"Man, you weren't kidding!" Sarah looked around Ashley's room in awe. The walls were caked with photos of Limp Bizkit, Fred Durst, and Zeke, Ashley's not-so-private obsession.
"I've been trying to get her to stop," said Pam, Ashley's mother, "but it's no use. She's really into the heavy stuff." She shook her head. "I don't know what to think of that Zeke guy."
"Zeke? He's harmless."
Pam raised her eyebrows. "He seems a little wired. Every time he picks up Ashley, I worry about him driving."
Zeke picks up Ashley? Sarah thought. Oh, my ....
"So, where are we going today?" Ashley asked Sarah.
"I don't care. Where do you want to go?"
"Downtown Olympia. I wanna go chase Greeners!"
Pam rolled her eyes. "I don't care what you girls do, as long as it's legal. And take Johnny with you."
"Aw, Mom!" Ashley moaned.
Sarah put on her jacket. "C'mon, Ash. Johnny, are you ready?"
Thump! Thump! Thump! Ashley's younger brother bounded down the hallway and into the room. He jumped into Sarah's arms. "I'm ready! Where're we goin'?"
"To find you a new home," Ashley taunted.
"We are not!" He socked her in the side.
"Are too!" She pushed back.
"Not!"
"Too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"Enough!" Pam screamed. "Just leave before I get another grey hair."
Ashley snickered.
Pam handed Sarah a ten dollar bill. "Here, get them some lunch while you're at it." She pointed her finger at Ashley. "And no candy!"
Ashley stuck out her tongue.
"So, Ash, what's the deal with you and Zeke?" Sarah asked.
Ashley finished chewing the bite of her hamburger. "Fred? He's just a sweetheart, isn't he?"
"You're avoiding my question, Ash." Ashley looked around in different directions. "Are you sleeping with him?"
"No, unfortunately."
Sarah nearly choked on a french fry. "I can't believe I'm hearing this. What do you think you're doing, Ashley? Are you trying to be the next Lolita or something? Besides, I thought you and Leela were friends."
"We are. I don't want to hurt her or Fred."
"And what would Zeke want with you anyway? He has a girlfriend. What can you give him that Leela can't?"
"Freedom," Ashley replied. "I don't care if he loves me or not. I don't care if he talks about me behind my back or tells all his buddies what we do. And he feels the same way."
"But what about your self respect?"
She smiled. "He listens for hours on end about all the boring stuff that makes up my pathetic excuse for a life without complaint. He doesn't treat me like a kid--"
"But you are a kid!" Sarah exclaimed. "You're only thirteen years old. If your relationship goes all the way, my God, that's rape, even if you do consent."
"I'm fourteen, thank you very much," Ashley blinked, "and I don't care."
Anthony, saddled with a terrible hangover, barely budged from the couch, other than to get munchies or take a leak. After channel surfing till his thumb started spazzing, he picked up the six-string acoustic he and Sarah shared. He strummed a few chords and began plucking out a little tune.
"Sarah/your so fair-a/I want to tell ya/how I love ya/Sarah/though I hurta/from my broken heart-a/but I love ya anyway/even though you piss me off/when you sleep with another guy/and tell me you love me/but not that way/whatever than means/Sarah/you're too weird-a/but I love ya/'cause you're my girl-a/and I'll always want-a/Sarah."
He leaned back and sighed, fighting the tears that refused to stay away.
J.T. and Sarah's affair flourished over the next few weeks, and they spent nearly all their free time together, so much of it, in fact, that Sarah was rarely home long enough to encounter Anthony's disappointed face and mood.
One Friday afternoon, J.T. had a proposition for Sarah. "How would you like to spend the entire weekend with me?"
She smiled. "I could be persuaded."
"I have reservations at the Westin Hotel in Seattle. We could go out for a nice dinner, go to a club or two. I think the Space Needle might be reopened."
Something clicked in Sarah's mind. "So, you're the one," she lamented. "Man, do I know to pick them."
"What?"
"Harboring a fugative, an international--no, interplanetary--criminal is a felony." She gave him a sobering look. "I'm a criminal."
He sighed. "Does that mean you don't want to go?"
"No. I want to go."
"Alright. I'll pick you up at 7:00."
"What do you mean you're going to Seattle?" Anthony exclaimed.
Sarah zipped her bag shut. "It means I'm going to Seattle. Don't you understand English?"
"Are you going with him?"
She stopped and turned. "So what if I am!" She put her hands on her hips. "You can't control what I do, Anthony. I'm not a child anymore. So, get over it!" She picked up her bag and walked towards the door.
Anthony stepped in front of her, blocking the door.
"Get out of my way!" she demanded.
"No, I'm not letting you out of this one," he said. He grabbed her by the collar and kissed her roughly. She struggled to pull away, but he tightened his hold. When he finally stopped, he saw the look of hatred in her eyes. "You think about what you're doing, what for, and why." He kissed away the tears that had formed in her eyes. "And when you figure it out, I'll be here."
"Go to hell," she whispered. Sarah pushed past him and out the door, slamming it behind her.
Anthony sank to his knees and sighed, his body shaking with sobs.
Sarah stopped when she heard him crying. For a split second, the urge to go back and comfort him almost got the better of her. But she thought of herself and J.T. and the wonderful weekend they were going to have. Her frown was replaced by a smile, and she skipped down the stairs, happy to be free of Anthony's influence.


















