Saturday, June 23, 2012

113: Okay Now What? (Jonah)



I woke up this morning hoping today would be better than yesterday. Surely it couldn't be worse. First of all, the girl I really like pretty much blew me off. Yeah, I know. I'm rushing things by asking her to move in with me so soon, but when you know you know. I thought I knew. I just don't want to make the same mistake I did with Eva and act like I'm not ready to share my life with someone.

It's so hard to find the middle ground.

The day goes by pretty ordinarily, and evening comes on fast.

As is my new habit when I feel a little down, I go to the cemetery to visit Greg's grave.

I get a small surprise to see my nephew, Ben! Well, he's not technically my nephew since he's not my brother's son. At any rate, even if John and Elena hadn't remarried, I'd still consider this kid my nephew since Greg and I were closer than I ever was with my brothers. I'm so happy to see him.

"Hey, little man!" I say and wave as he turns to look at me. I walk over and give him one of my bear hugs. Every time I see this kid he looks more and more like Greg.

We stand here and talk about his father. I guess I never mentioned to him that his dad was my best friend. Huh. Not smart, Jonah.

"He was a wild one, your father. We had loads of fun." I say to him and watch as he smiles up at me.

He catches me a little off guard when he asks, "What kind of stuff did you do?"

It's the logical follow-up question that I should've expected. I stop suddenly and wonder what I've gotten myself into. I don't know if I can tell this youngster what kinds of "stuff" his father and I would get into. His ears are too young. I rattle around in my brain trying to come up with some suitable answer.

C'mon, Jonah! Surely there's something you can tell him about! Surely there's some less-wild instance.

I'm coming up empty. I clear my throat and watch as that impish grin comes across Ben's face that Greg had that was always letting him get away with anything.

Oh boy, they're going to have trouble with this one. I laugh mentally to myself. Maybe I can help. If he's anything like his dad, maybe he'd like to learn a few things.

However, I'm not really prepared to have this conversation with an eight-year-old. I stutter around like an imbecile and probably confuse the little guy even more, especially when I try and explain to him what 'pick up chicks' means. How can he not know what that means?!

"So what did you do with them once you picked them up?" he asks me and I want to both laugh my ass off and groan in frustration at the same time. He grins that impish grin up at me again.

Just like your father. It'd be an insult to his memory if I didn't someday try and teach you all his old tricks.

I make a pathetic attempt at that before I let him know he can visit me anytime he wants. The kid seems down, and I wonder if he's getting the attention he needs at home.

He rode on his bike over here, and it's getting late. I put his bike in the back of my truck and drive him home before I head home myself.

The next morning, I wake up late. It's my day off.

(these pics were taken ages ago on a lower graphics setting)

A little bored, I grab an old book off the shelf and decide to read it in the park until On The Rocks opens. It's "The Last of the Mohicans". I haven't read it since I was in school, but I kept a copy of the book because I knew someday I might want to read it again. Okay, well, it's been a little over twenty years, but I'm getting around to reading it now.

I settle myself down onto one of the benches and get sucked into the story before I know it.

"Whatcha readin'?" I suddenly hear Kaiti's voice and smell her perfume. She's leaned down and the top of her head is blocking a bit of the book's page. I glance up and can see right down her shirt.

I don't really understand why, but I'm a little angry right now. All I can think of is how she told me no. I understand why she said no, but it doesn't make it hurt any less.

I tell her what I'm reading and put it away, realizing there's no hope for me in keeping my attention on the book now that she's here.

"What do you want, Kaiti?" I ask, my bad mood still on the surface. She stands up and looks down at me while I look up at her.

She immediately looks uncomfortable, and I feel like an ass.

"Um," she says, "I was just heading across the square from the bookstore when I saw you sitting here reading of all things."

Like you think I can't read?

I run through several things in my head to say to her, but wisely keep my mouth shut. What the hell has come over me?! I mean, there she is, right in front of me, looking deliciously hot but she keeps pushing me away when it comes to anything more than just sex.

What's the big deal? I used to not need more than that.

"Okay, sorry, Jonah. I didn't realize I was bugging you. See you later, I guess." she says quietly before turning to walk off.

"Kaiti, hang on a sec. I'm the one who's sorry. C'mere and sit down next to me."

"I can just go and let you get back to your book. It's no big deal." she says but then comes and sits down next to me anyway.

"It's just a book. Besides, I probably won't finish it anyway."

"You were so into it that you didn't see me approach. That or you were ignoring me."

"Kaiti, I'm a bonehead for not paying enough attention. I could never ignore you." I grin suddenly, my mood rising just a hair. "Like I could ever ignore anyone as beautiful as you."

She smiles a little and looks at the ground. Okay, so I have no real right to be mad at her. It's just... I wonder if there's another reason she said no. Am I wasting my time? If I were the old me, I'd love the fact that she's such a free spirit. All those women that wanted to get serious so fast and I didn't want to. Then.

So is this my punishment? To be falling for someone to do the same thing to me that I did to so many?

She curls up a little as she turns to talk to me. "What's wrong, Jonah?"

I really shouldn't be thinking this stuff right in front of her like this.


"Just thinking a little about all the times in the past I've been an absolute turd. Those memories have started creeping up on me lately." I explain.

"Well, give me an example if it'll help." she says and scoots closer to me.

I lean back against the back of the bench and say, "Oh, most of them have a similar theme. The girl I was dating would want things to get serious much, much sooner than I wanted." I glance over at her. "Aaanndd, that's when I'd usually end things."

"So then it's good I don't want things to be so serious right now." she says with a slight bounce and small smile.

I decide to just go ahead and be upfront with her. "I think karma is giving me a good swift kick in the shins. This time, with you, it's not such a good thing."

"Oh, Jonah! Don't do this to me!" she says as she throws her head back against my shoulder.

The low cut of her shirt gives me a nice view. My hand automatically glides across her lower back to her far hip before I pull her right up next to me. My other hand moves up to tilt her chin up, and I kiss her real slow, letting my tongue glide into her mouth as she parts it for me.

Yes, I speak this language too.


I suppose I'll just have to wait for her to come around.


"Sorry." I mumble to her while kissing her along her jaw. "I guess it's just the old man in me that's making me say those things." I stop her quiet laughter by making sure her mouth is otherwise occupied once more.

"Crazy youngsters making out in public places!" we suddenly hear before we break apart and see an older lady walking up to us with a cane.

Holy crap she really looks like she's about to beam us over the head with that thing! I think as Kaiti hops up, pulls me up with her, and we run into the just-now-opened bar, laughing.

"Alright." I say after we order some food and sit down at her favorite table. "I realize it is too early for you to move in with me, or even me with you if that what you'd want. But all the same, I want you to know you're welcome at my place anytime." So there's no fear of finding me there with someone else and you show up unexpectedly. "I'm not dating anyone else and I don't want to date anyone else."

She pushes her food to the side and looks like she's really thinking about something. I feel moderately anxious that I've pushed too hard again, but I also want to put all my cards on the table. If this is going to end because she never wants to get serious, then it's better I find out now.

"Jonah... is this your way of asking me to go steady?" she asks quietly.

"Um..." I drum my fingers on the table then shrug. "I guess, yeah. But notice how I said it. I can guess how you feel about this, so I'm not pushing you."

"Oh, you can guess? And what is it that you've guessed?" she asks me.

I shrug again, acting like it really doesn't matter but watching her every move at the same time to try and figure out what she's thinking. "You don't want anything serious, do you?"

"It's not that, Jonah. It's just that you're wanting to take things at light speed."

"Can you blame me for being eager when I've found what I want?" I say and hold her eyes with mine. She looks like she's stopped breathing.

Her voice is a little breathless when she says, "How can you know that already?"

"Because, to be honest, I've only ever felt this way about one other woman, and I lost her by not being willing to settle down. Now, I'm actually glad she's gone because that means I can be with you. If you'd just let me." I reach my arm across the table to her. She puts her head in her hands. "I'm crazy about you, Kaiti."

"Jonah..."

"Yeah?"

"Your elbow is in your hot wings."

I look down and see that she's right. I look back up at her and say, "I don't care." I don't move my arm. The sleeve is dirty now anyway, and I'm just not bothered by it.

"I meant what I said." I say after a slight pause.

"What happened with this other woman? What was she like?" she asks.

Ah, I get it. You're wondering if that's my motivation for wanting to move fast. Well, you're probably right if that's what you're thinking. I wish she'd put her hands down. She's going for an avoidance tactic and I'm not about to let her.

So, I turn the conversation back around to her, "She wanted to get married. We were engaged. I probably only asked her to try and make her happy. Thing is, I didn't want to get married. But like I said, I'm glad I didn't. What I feel for you ... I want to see just how deep these feelings go. But if you don't think you could ever, and it doesn't have to be soon, want that then I need to know now."

"How can I possibly know that, Jonah?" she asks and sounds like I'm backing her into a corner.

"It's easy." I say soothingly. "Just think about how you feel about me right now." She stares at me with a blank expression. "I mean right now." I say again. She sighs exasperatedly and I can't help but smile.

"Okay. Now what?" she asks.

"Is it going anywhere or is it just physical?" I ask point blank.

"I don't know!" she says defensively.

She pulls back and stares out the window. Dammit, I'm losing her. I wish I was better at this.

"It's okay, Kaiti." I say reassuringly.

"No it's not." she argues. "I've not bothered to feel too deeply for anyone for ages. Not after that jerk in high school. I just don't want to be hurt again. I know that's not what you want to do and that's what's about to come out of your mouth." she says, and I close my mouth as she looks at me. I smile sheepishly before she continues, "But at the same time I don't want to lose what we might have here. But now you're sitting there asking me to go steady in so many words, and I want to but I'm nervous."

I lean forward in my chair.

"You do?" I ask quickly. In the back of my mind, I wonder if the hot wing sauce is getting on my jeans as we speak.

"But I'm nervous." she reiterates.

"You think I'm not?"

"No, I think you're eager, and it's adorable, but it scares me too."

Adorable, huh? 

"Look. Don't worry about me. I can reign it in. Lord knows I've had enough practice at that." I say and watch her face turn into a scowl.

"So now you're going back on what you said? Jonah! Make up your mind!" she says as she stands up like she's about to leave.

I stand up and grab her to stop her.

"I never said anything like that. I mean, do you want to? I just wanted you to know that you don't have to." I say and then tilt her chin up to try and get her to look at me.

"Okay." she says, and I have no idea for sure what she's saying okay to.

"Okay what?" I ask.

Her eyes finally meet mine as she says with a small smile, "Let's date exclusively."


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Next update will have much better graphics for the pics! My latest Jazz Singer update is an example.

Hope you enjoyed more crazy stuff from Jonah! Let me know what you thought!

Saturday, June 16, 2012

112: Just Like Dad (Ben)


warning: some of the pics in Ben's room make me motion sick. His room is somewhat small and I wanted wider shots. I should've seen it would look like this when I took them. Sorry 'bout that.

I'm playing in my room after school when my step-dad walks in. I was about to play hide-and-seek with Cuddles. He looks like he's got a lot on his mind.

"Hey there, Benjamin. How's it going today?" he asks me as he sits on my bed.

"Fine I guess." I answer, wondering what he wants.

He answers my internal question immediately. "I came to talk to you about last night."

"You and Mommy had a fight." I say.

He winces and says, "It wasn't really a fight. Something happened that made me upset."

"Upset at Mommy." I say, it wasn't a question.

"Upset at something that happened with Mommy."

"What happened?"

"Somebody did something they shouldn't have to Mommy, and I had to go make sure he knew I didn't like it. I'm not going to tell you what he did." he says before I can ask.

We sit and try to have a conversation. Now I'm even more sure he doesn't like me.

My brother told me where my dad is buried. So, I decide to head out to see it. When I get there, I seem to remember exactly where it is now and walk over to it. My mom used to bring me here.

I remember now! It's right here under the tree. Mommy used to be sad here a lot. She is sad a lot.

Greg Turner
fun loving, loving and loved
greatly missed by those who loved him

Huh. So here he is. My real daddy. Buried under the dirt.

I hear footsteps behind me.

I turn and see Uncle Jonah. He looks startled to see me, but then he smiles his big smile at me.
"Hey, little man!" he says and walks over to give me a big hug.

"Hi, Uncle Jonah."

"Visiting your dad, huh?"

"Yes."

"He was my best friend." he says with a sigh as I go look at the tombstone again.

"He was?" I ask, surprised.

He smiles at me again. "Yeah. We became friends when we were about your age." He pauses now before he says, "You look just like him, did you know that?"

"Yes, and it makes sense since I don't look much like Mommy."

His face falls for just a second before he quickly replaces it with a smile again. He says, "He loved your mommy very much."

"But they divorced?" I ask.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean they didn't love each other." He sighs again. "Your dad did something stupid and hurt your mommy's feelings. She got real mad at him and they divorced."

"What was he like? Xavier told me he played for the Llamas."

Now Uncle Jonah's eyes really light up as he says, "He was a wild one, your father. We had loads of fun."

I can't help but smile back as I ask, "What kinds of stuff did you do?"

I get the feeling he wasn't ready for this question judging from the look on his face. This makes me smile with glee that I must've caught him talking about something he shouldn't have. I love it when I can make grown-ups do stuff like that. All I have to do is look real sweet and they spill their guts.

He clears his throat in a nervous manner. I stand there and stare at him and give him my best big-eyed expression.

"Um, well, we'd go to parties and teach ourselves how to... " he smiles down at me as he looks like he's thinking about whether or not to tell me something.

"Yeah?" I ask. I want to know.

He laughs again and says, "How to pick up chicks."

"You mean girls. Wouldn't they be heavy?" Maybe this is when Uncle Jonah started working out alot.

He laughs again. "Not that kind of pick up. Well, unless the situation warranted it."

"Huh?" I ask because I have no idea why someone would need a warrant to pick somebody up. I learned about warrants on a field trip.

"This pick up means, um, well, flirting and, um, getting them to go out with us." he says and looks extremely uncomfortable.

"But weren't you already out with them? Ooohhh, you mean like not at the party."

"Yes." he says and looks relieved.

I smile because I think it's funny he looks uncomfortable.

I ask the question he probably doesn't want me to ask, "So what did you do with them once you picked them up?" I think I like that term.

Uncle Jonah looks uncomfortable again, so I grin again. He mumbles something under his breath and I think I hear the word 'father' in it.

"You really want to know this stuff?" he asks me with a slight huff.

"Well, yeah if it's stuff you and my dad used to do."

"Um, alright, well, eh, your dad and I could pretty much get any girl we wanted, and we did. Although he was probably better at it than I am."

"But what did you do with them?"

He sighs like he's getting aggravated now. "We'd do whatever .. um, make out with em okay?"

"Ew. Like Xavier and Lee."

"There. Good example, although we didn't just stick to one like your brother does." He laughs again and says, "And you won't think 'ew' forever."

"Any girl you wanted?" I ask, picking something out of what he said.

"Your dad stopped all that when he met your mom." he answers, understanding what I was really asking. "I thought he was crazy." He laughs again. "He told me he was. ... He meant a good crazy, you know."

I stand there and think about my Uncle Jonah and sadly realize he's not really my uncle. He also looks a little sad. He must miss my dad. Why else would he be here?

"I don't think John likes me." I say. I just decided right now to not call him Daddy anymore.

"He does! It's just he didn't like your dad."

"And I look just like my dad." I say quietly. "So he can't help it."

"Hey, you know what, Ben?"

"What?"

"Any time you feel like it you can come visit me at my house. Especially if that brother of mine starts giving you grief over stuff that isn't your fault." he says with a touch of anger in his voice.

"Are you mad at him?" I ask.

"I am, actually, but don't you worry about it. I miss your dad. I bet he'd love it if I taught you a few of his tricks." Uncle Jonah says with a silly grin.

I can't help but smile back at him.

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Alright, well that was my first attempt at writing in the mind of an 8 year old boy to be perfectly honest. I hope it wasn't too shallow, but I actually did try to keep it a little shallow. I hope I didn't overdo it.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Bonus: Meet Ben



Hello, my name is Ben. It's short for Benjamin. Benjamin Greggory Turner.

Here's me as a baby. That's my mom holding me.

That's my dad playing the guitar there. He and Mommy got in a big fight and got a divorce.

So he left her. He looks sad here.

This is me when I aged up to a toddler. Mommy says that she could tell even then that I was gonna look just like my dad.

After my dad left, my mommy started dating John. She was married to him before she married my daddy. He's my brother Xavier's daddy.


When my daddy died, my mommy was sad. I didn't know why at the time.

That's me on the floor playing with Cuddles. My mommy is sad and John is making her feel better. They were engaged when this happened.

There's me playing with Cuddles again. Mommy took me to the graveyard alot. I didn't know why then. I liked playing in the shade of the tree. Now I know that that's where my daddy is buried.

Even though my mommy was sad, she still had decided to marry John even before my daddy died. Here they are at their wedding.

Then everybody aged up at once. Here is me! I'm finally a kid. No more crib!
Mommy says I look just like my dad.

Mommy still gets sad alot. I think I remind her of my daddy.

That's my brother, Xavier, in the background. My step-dad, John, is running after my mommy. They had a fight last night. Xavier tried to tell me it wasn't a fight, but I wasn't born yesterday.

Sometimes I think my step-dad doesn't like me.

So here I am, getting ready to go to school. The house is quiet this morning. I was going to ask Mommy for help with my homework, but the door to her room was locked.

That's okay I guess. I'm used to doing things on my own around here.