Lance smiled in his sleep. He was having a wonderful dream.
About September.
They were on a beach, watching the sunset, as the warm tropical water slowly lapped at their feet. They sat there, wrapped in each others arms, content to just be by each other.
Lance rolled over in his bed. He could almost smell the musky vanilla of her perfume.
He leaned in and kissed her softly. He brushed her curly blonde hair away from her face and pulled her more firmly into his arms.
The dream was so real. It was almost as if she was there with him. Like he was really holding her in his arms. He never wanted to wake up.
She melted into his arms. They were like two pieces of a puzzle that fit together so perfectly. He nuzzled her neck with his lips. Usually had hardcore dreams where he was having sex with Jenna Jameson, ( except for that one dream where he was doing his 78 year old neighbor, that dream was just scary!). But this dream was different, it was more of something that actually would happen.
She sighed and he opened his lips over hers. Her mouth was soft and fuzzy and tasted slightly soapy.
Fuzzy?
Soapy?
Lance opened his eyes and looked down, hoping to see September underneath him. He realized that he had been passionately kissing his pillow. His mouth was pressed firmly against it and there was a small drool stain.
He laughed to himself and then got up. He had a doctor's appointment.
Jamie handed Mariette the newspaper.
Mariette~Tell Ivey worst director world front everybody
"You don't have to do it," said Jamie. "I know how much your role means to you."
"If I'm not in the play that'll just give me more time to be with Josh. And if. . ." Mariette trailed off.
"If what?" asked Jamie anxiously.
"My period is a week late," said Mariette quietly.
"But. . . it can happen that soon?" asked Jamie.
She had assumed that it took awhile and some effort to get pregnant.
"Obviously," snapped Mariette. She glanced around the auditorium. "All I want to do now is go to sleep and I have a sudden craving for cream cheese."
"But you aren't nauseous?"
"Nope," said Mariette, shaking her head. "I'm probably not. I mean what are the possibilities of that happening?"
"How bout we skip first period and run to Dunkin Donuts. They have plenty of cream cheese there," said Jamie. Mariette just smiled.
Their scene was called and they went onstage. The play was less than a month away. Mariette, because of nerves, kept missing lines and making mistakes.
"Marie," sighed Mr. Ivey.
Mariette stiffened next to Jamie. No one called her Marie except for Josh.
"My name is Mariette," she said coldly.
Mr. Ivey smiled condescendingly.
"Of course sweetie," he said and turned to walk back to his spot at the back of the auditorium.
"I am not your sweetie," Mariette's usually soft voice resounded loud and clear throughout the auditorium. "In fact I think that you are a pompous, overbearing, SOB!"
"What did you say?" he asked slowly, turning to face her.
"You heard me you fat bastard!" she said. "You are the worst director in the world!"
"Mariette!" he huffed. "I never would have imagined such an outburst from you! Since you are so self absorbed your part shall go to someone a little more grateful! You are dismissed from the play!"
"Gladly!" Mariette shouted, jumping off of the stage.
She ran out of the auditorium and Jamie ran after her.
"Come on," she said, wrapping an arm around her sobbing friend. "Let's go get some cream cheese."
Lance sat uncomfortably in the small room. This was the moment of truth. If he really had diabetes he would find out now. Maybe his blood sugar had just been low that day. He thought of all the things that he wouldn't be able to enjoy.
Candy.
Cake.
Cookies.
Ice Cream.
September covered in whipped cream.
He tried to push that last thought from his mind before it was too late. But he couldn't stop it and he was left with a very painful arousal. He shifted uncomfortable in his seat and knew that one thing was for sure.
Diabetes or not, September covered in nothing but whipped cream was one pleasure that he would not deny himself.
The doctor entered the room and Lance shooed the erotic thoughts from his mind.
"Well, the results are in," said Dr. Marlow. She was a friendly woman in her mid forties with slightly graying hair.
"Do I have diabetes?" he asked anxiously.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you but it seems that we have gotten your lab results confused with a Mr. L. J. Bass. Your names are very similar."
"So I don't. . ."
"No. You're very healthy and in perfect physical condition. However the pills that I prescribed last week may have caused a slight temporary chemical imbalance. You may be tempted to indulge in reckless behavior which is very dangerous. I would also watch for any sign of erratic behavior, which would not be unusual. Discard the rest of the pills and stick around people that know you well for the next two weeks. They'll tell you if you are acting oddly. Good luck and good day," said the doctor, exiting the room.
"Thank you God!" Lance exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. He practically ran out of the office, not wanting to waste a moment.
As he was leaving he happened to bump into a very voluptuous red head.
"Pardon me," he said politely.
"It's OK. Lance," she smiled back.
He merely nodded and walked away. He could feel her gaze on the back of his neck, following him with her eyes. Something wasn't right. There was a sudden feeling of unrest about him but he pushed it aside as he drove home.
Jamie and Justin had their first official date one day after Mariette had been kicked out of Grease.
Jamie had no clue what to wear. Justin had merely said dinner and a movie. She tried on a countless number of outfits, before finally settling on a green plaid skirt and a green, short sleeved, ribbed turtleneck.
She obsessed over her makeup. She even called JC's house to ask Mariette for help. Mariette lived with JC now, and was planning on telling her parents the day after graduation. After much consultation she reached a point where she was satisfied with her looks. Nice outfit, not too much makeup, everything was perfect. She had let her hair down and it flowed long and rich down to her butt.
Justin arrived at her house at exactly six twenty eight, two minutes early. He easily charmed her mother and by the time they left he and her father were laughing and talking about basketball. Even her brothers, Corey and Brett, seemed to like him. Of course, they were only fourteen so they really didn't know anything anyway.
"Cute family," he said as he opened the door for her.
"Not too cute when you have to live with them."
"I used to wish that my parents were still together," he confided in her. "But now I realize that they're better off apart and I have two great brothers because of that."
Over dinner at a nice Italian restaurant they talked about anything they could think of. Jamie discovered that Justin's interests ran deeper than singing and basketball. After dinner they went to the movies but everything that appealed to them was sold out so they ended up going to the playground. As they were swinging Justin looked at her.
"So are you still the only family in your development?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's lonely and creepy, but my dad told me that a family is interested in moving in at the end of the month."
They fell into a compatible silence before Justin suggested that he take her home.
He parked directly in front of her house and Jamie was disappointed. Making out would be so much easier around the corner or something.
"I had a great time," said Justin, looking at her.
"I bet that you say that to all of your girls," said Jamie with a nervous laugh.
"You're right," he agreed, leaning toward her. He brushed his lips over hers, before Jamie knew what was happening. It was just her luck, her first important kiss and she had missed it. His lips were only inches away from hers. "What was your name again?" he joked.
"Randy," she whispered.
He was sliding his hand up and down her side. It tickled but she didn't want to laugh and spoil the moment. He ran his fingers through her hair.
"You have incredibly beautiful hair for a Randy."
"My middle name is Alison. What was your name again?"
"You can call me Justin."
"Justin. Justin?"
"Yeah?"
She pulled him toward her and kissed him. It was a long deep kiss that lasted several minutes. Jamie felt a pleasant falling sensation in the pit of her stomach.
The next thing she knew she was sitting on the floor with her legs folded at an odd angle and her skirt bunched up almost to her hips. If her father decided to come see what was taking them so long to get to the door, her relationship with Justin would be over before it had even begun.
"You have nice legs," he observed, helping her back to her seat.
"Thanks," she blushed.
"So Jamie, are we in danger here?"
"That depends on what your afraid of. If it's of my father, yes."
"I'm not afraid of dad's. I'm bigger than most of them." Justin had his arm around her shoulders and he was leaning in toward her again.
He kissed her sweetly on the lips before pulling away. He stared straight ahead.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he answered tightly, removing his arm.
Jamie sat, wondering what was wrong. She was certain that it had not been something that she had done. Suddenly a though occurred to her. Did his calling her Randy have anything to do with it?
"Oh God! It isn't. . .Randy is it? You're not. . ." Justin smiled when she asked that.
"No. I'm an old fashioned kind of guy. I still think that girls are prettier than boys."
Jamie blushed at the thought of her even suggesting that.
"Then what is it?"
"I can't say. I just have a bad feeling." The windows of the empty houses stared back at them. "I really like you Jamie."
"I like you too Justin. We'll be able to go out again won't we?"
"That may not depend on you or me."
He got of the car and walked her to the front door. He kissed her briefly on her cheek, but apparently he saw a flash of anger in her eyes and he leaned in again. He kissed her on the lips, touching his tongue to hers. He pulled away.
"I'll see you around."
"Bye Justin."
He smiled and waved from his car before speeding away. Jamie turned to enter her house but a sudden movement from the corner of her eyes caught her attention. She glanced off into the darkness. She had the feeling that she was being watched.
"Hello?" she called into the dark.
There was no answer. Not that Jamie expected to receive one. She lightly stepped down the walkway to her mailbox. The mailbox was hanging open, she was sure that it had not been open when she and Justin had pulled up. Suddenly paralyzed with inexplicable fear, she turned and practically ran to her door and slammed it shut behind her.
