Perhaps in this part and in parts to come I am or will be borrowing some scenes, and I will borrow direct dialog and use altered dialog at times.
Title: Shifting Realities
Author: Mt Gazer/Velvet Skye
Category: CC/ AU
Rating: MATURE- ADULT
Spoilers: This is my version of Sexual Healing.
Dedicated still to my friends Pooh and Tharos. I hope you enjoy.
And to Randy, my dear husband always behind the scenes, and always an assistant in this. I tell him practically every idea that goes through my head. And sometimes, we act them out. I really appreciate your willingness to experiment with me. I LOVE YOU!!! And THANK YOU! As always. Shifting lives because of your support.
PML: Peter. This is a permanent spot in recognition of all your assistance. THANK-YOU!!! Shifting Realities is doing well with your attention to details.
And finally I will attempt to recap where we’ve been.
RECAP: Easy Recap. Alex and Isabel were having a hot and heavy make-out session at Michael’s. How far did it get?
Shifting Realities
Chapter 27: O
Loosing Control
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The flying object hit her squarely in the face when she entered the house. “What the… “ She said while she held up the invading object, and examined it in the dim light. “EWW!!! NOT AGAIN!” She said when she realized just what exactly she was holding, and why, as she heard the uninhibited sounds of passion coming from the living room floor, from both parties. “”OH MY GOD!!”
Maria marched over almost certain of what she would find, but totally unprepared for what she actually did. Rapid fire her brain processed the What’s Wrong With This Picture? Game laid out before her. People don’t usually glow in the midst of intimacy, Isabel however was, and Alex was wherever her skin touched his, so, yeah, he was glowing too. Obvious what’s wrong, another was the fact that Michael’s houselights, of the two that were flickering, were pulsing to the same heartbeat as the school had earlier that day. She had so known that catastrophe had been caused by the two of them. Unfortunately she couldn’t stop her brain from making the leap to realize that the rhythm of the lights, matched the rhythm of the couple on the floor. Who as of yet were still unaware of her presence. They were thoroughly lost in the moment.
Maria, clutching Alex’s shirt by the neck, started to wring it lengthwise as she marched over to the alien love nest. She raised the shirt and hauled off and smacked the first person she saw, the one on top, Isabel. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She shrieked.
Isabel, still straddling Alex’s waist lurched up and turned round in one motion, her hair flying into her face and partially obscuring the farther side of it. She raised her right hand and wiped at her mouth with the back of it, forcefully. Swallowing, her fierce, large, dark eyes narrowed and she growled at the other girl, as her glowing brightened, if even just a bit. Maria reflexively and nervously backed up, staring at the taller girl.
The spiral was spinning wildly on Isabel’s necklace. The golden blur looked as if it were suspended in midair...
Isabel’s hand briefly glowed a silvery white and the necklace blazed at the same time as she raised her right hand palm forward.
Maria then had other things to worry about as she was sent staggering across the room as if strongly pushed. The girl blasted her?! No way! Not on her watch.
To make matters worse, the sounds of the happy couple resumed, as if she wasn’t there at all. This had to stop. But how? How do you stop an overly amorous alien?
Her mother had told her stories upon stories over the years of how she had been stopped, when needed. She tossed Alex’s shirt to rest on her shoulder as her mouth twitched into a grin while she stealthily tiptoed into the kitchen to find a pitcher.
She filled it to the brim with water. This should get their attention!
She crept back to the love nest and raised the pitcher in her hand, water pouring over the couple. SPLASH
“Wa’ d’ Hl?” (What the hell?) Alex spluttered, while Isabel glared at the intruder.
“Wha’ … Here?” A very interrupted Isabel barely managed to utter menacingly.
Maria demanded, “Get off him and sit up the both of you!!”
As she glared at them, the whirling of the spiral on the necklace started to rotate more slowly, and the intensity began to dim.
Maria started to chant, “Brain Bleach. Brain Bleach...
Alex shoved Isabel off, but he too did not welcome the intrusion, and sitting as close to her as he could, his leg overlapping hers, his hand was resting high on her inner thigh, as he was met with his shirt repeatedly hitting him. He raised both hands in a defensive posture trying to stop the blows as Maria ranted, “I have news for you!!! There is only going to be ONE couple that christens this house,” she smacked Isabel a time or two as well for good measure, ”should that happen. And that couple is not YOU!!!!.”
“Seriously,” she asked rhetorically, “how long would it take before the rest of your clothes were removed?? ... if I’d been even a few seconds later, I’d have walked in I’m sure to in flagrante delicto.” She stood there staring at them; the sexual tension in the room however was thick, as they fed off each other in another state of inebriation. “Ok that is not an invitation... just pointing out the fact that you are not here....”
Maria had to get this broken up, she just couldn’t let them give way to their hormones, no telling if Michael’s house would survive the assault, among other reasons. And so without missing a beat, as was her style she turned to Isabel with all the ferocity she could manage and ordered,” Now You. Your Highness. Go wash out your eyes, they are seriously freaking me out!!!”
The spinning on Isabel’s necklace came to a standstill as the colors dimmed, and went from bright gold, to amber, to a slowly fading silver, and the background changed from translucent white to stormy gray to a dark obsidian black. The necklace once again looked as it had.
Isabel’s eyes narrowed at this and she wished to say something but she was still in her intoxicated state and her tongue felt heavy in her mouth, there was only one thing she wanted to be doing with it right now. Something pertaining to Alex. She didn’t move in time. Maria yanked the tipsy girl to her feet and aimed her in the direction of the bathroom, as she demanded, “GO!!” Isabel had no choice but to obey. Maria, rather like herself was also a force to be reckoned with.
Isabel stumbled into her surroundings a few times, once knocking over a lamp in the process as it was sent shattering to the floor, effectively plunging the living room into near darkness, as she tried to navigate her way into the bathroom. As she left the room, the energy traveled with her. Maria was not in any mood to assist the inebriated girl, and let her stagger, her hand leaving molten imprints wherever she touched. There went a doorway... and the hallway. Nope it wouldn’t. It definitely wouldn’t survive the assault if left to their own devices...
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She turned to the other member, “I need liberal doses of Brain Bleach right now to erase what I was witnessing...” Throwing Alex’s shirt at him, Maria demanded that he get dressed. She wandered around picking up the other various articles of clothing that had been tossed. “I am not talking to you while I think about you in “that” manner. That image of you has left an indelible mark on my brain.”
Alex was still glowing wherever Isabel had been touching him. There were smeared handprints dotted all along his back as well as his entire torso lighting up, where Isabel had been lying atop him. Handprints were scattered on his thighs and even his hair was glittering. The hickey from that afternoon was also now glowing brightly against his collarbone.
Maria dryly stated the obvious, “Oh great. Your drunk!!! Now focus here!” Trying to gather as much of his attention as she could, for it was wandering terribly, she pointed at the bathroom, and loudly exclaimed while pacing and animatedly flailing her hands, “Her eyes,” Looking closely at him, “in case you hadn’t noticed, weren’t, oh what’s the word?” She feigned a loss for words as she leaned into his face, hands on her hips. “Oh that’s right, HUMAN.”
Maria tossed his jeans at him as well. And then turned her back to him while he redressed. He was doing no better with coordination than his alien girlfriend, he barely could get the buttons through the holes, and when completed it was askew worse than if a two-year old had dressed himself; and Maria left him in that state. “He-Yishe?” (translation: her eyes?) He slurred.
Alex couldn’t speak, he could barely comprehend what Maria was rambling about, his Maria filter seemed to be malfunctioning at the moment. Isabel’s eyes were beautiful. He remembered that much.
Sounds of “problems” in the bathroom alerted Maria’s attention as she turned back to Alex, “Your girlfriend is seriously freaking me out here. Whatever is going on is not normal. Glowing hickeys are not normal. Soul Gazing; getting someone off by staring at them, or kissing that makes a person wasted, also not normal. Not to mention seeing things inside each other, or the destruction of the school, none of it is normal. ” She pointed at the noisy bathroom, as her voice raised, “Some Alien is possessing your girlfriend!!!!”
That statement garnered an unexpected reaction from Alex. He started to laugh, uncontrollably as it built into hysterically. The remaining light bulb shattered.
“It’s not that funny,” she smacked him. “Snap out of it. I’m serious.”
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AT THE SAME TIME:
In the bathroom Isabel had leaned with her palms on the sink ledge to balance herself, as she still could not stand under her own strength. She gazed deeply into her reflection. PLOP her right hand fell through the sink, causing her to go off kilter. SLIP. Her left hand also fell through, throwing her forward into her reflection as her forehead fell into the mirror.
Righting herself again, she leaned up unsteadily to touch her visage, to find what was wrong with her eyes, although she couldn’t detect anything, and as her hand pressed against the mirror her image started to melt, liquid silver start to drip from its surface, leaving pools of silver color all over the right hand side of the sink. She watched in fascination as the liquid continued to fall into a puddle. She eventually pulled her hand from its surface, all her reflexes, very off and delayed, as now half the mirror had melted from the frame. Her finger in the silvery fluid, she traced her fingertip down to the counter, unaware that she created a silvery colored groove wherever she touched.
Trying to sort out the problem at hand she stopped to look at the disheveled marble sink, and fell off balance as her slick soled black boot slid against the slippery surface of the white tiled flooring, sending her plunging backwards into the tub, tangling up in the shower curtain. She first tried to use it to hoist herself up, but that curtain met the same fate as the sink, everywhere she touched, it raveled in her bare hands, like a hot knife slicing through butter. The shower curtain was useless for leverage; it was left in tatters.
Her powers were intensifying. However that was not good, for whatever inanimate object she touched seemed to dissolve on contact. Not only were there two misshapen ridges in the edge of the sink, but it could also be observed where she tried to pull herself from the tub and failed miserably; its rim, met the same fate as the sink, and the mirror, and the shower curtain. There were two malformed handprints melted right into its edge. She finally realized that she was affecting everything on contact, (the girl was just a wee bit slow.) And she crossed her arms on her chest, as she lay sprawled in the tub, hysterically laughing, and unable to even assist herself.
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Unfortunately the very same hysterical laughing, as Alex was exhibiting.
Maria sighed, as she realized that whatever had happened had affected them simultaneously and she sat down with a plop onto the couch throwing her hands into the air for emphasis, not that anyone at all noticed. It appeared that whatever this alien misadventure was that they were in it together, they were on each other’s frequency and it was the only signal broadcasting. She sighed and hit her palm to her head... ‘If I hadn’t gotten here, really what would they have been doing?’ “UGGHHH.” She groaned audibly, as she thought about work a short time ago.
*** Flashback***
Maria melted into Michael’s embrace. Kissing him felt so good, so comfortable. Every nerve ending tingled as his hands ran over her body. She felt a bit giddy, light-headed, at the magnified sensations. Kissing the Czechoslovakians had this effect already; you get hot, as if your cells have been excited, your skin feels tingly and you get a bit woozy. But this was something different, there was something powerful about this time, it was extraordinary. She was having trouble standing, and feeling a bit tipsy on her feet.
Regardless of the cause, it had never been this passionate at work before. Michael had his own place for amorous adventures. Not that they ever ventured too far. But, they had a place. And the Crashdown was not it. Yet here they were, starting with a small chaste kiss in the kitchen, and now making out like crazy against the brick wall of the break-room; as the rings and fries for her customers bubbled away in the fryer.
It was as if Michael couldn’t be separated from her for any length of time today. He had made right for her when he had arrived at work too. Of course they had kissed before, a lot of times actually, but something was different about this. It was drawing her in, deeply. To wanting to be with Michael, maybe even be ONE with Michael, to see inside him, to know all of him. Maria was so happy that he had let his guard down even this much with her. He was definitely a work in progress, a diamond in the rough. And one that she planned to cut, work, and polish until the brilliance she saw inside of him was visible for the world to see.
She smiled back, and said in partial sarcastic curiosity, “So? Did you see anything inside me?”
Michael gave her a searching look in return, “Did you?”
“You first.” She queried.
Michael slowly shook his head, his eyes firmly on hers, his hands on her arms.
Maria softly laughed, “Yeah. Me neither. Figures. Its just the funky craziness for our two love birds then, huh?”
He snickered.
Maria held Michael tightly, placing her head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. “You said that they said that you guys get flashes of things that happened, so maybe they got something important?”
He kissed her forehead. “Yeah. Probably. It’s a real shame too.”
Maria looked up at his face, “Why? Did something else happen?”
He kissed her passionately again ignoring the question. He hoped nothing else had happened. And both were thinking, as she pressed herself into him. Work. Oh it would end in a few short hours and then they would head to Michael’s to resume this... this was so AMAZING... his hands were stroking her arms, and they both happened to catch a glimpse of light trailing over her skin where he had touched it. It felt like Heaven. She wanted more... She blinked. She had to stop this; this is what must have happened to...
She looked at him in alarm, “ALEX!!”
He tried to calm her, “Don’t worry, he left when we did. We even followed him into town. ” Michael’s smile turned into a leer, “I suppose we could see if we could see stars too….” His eyebrows rose, as he admired his view.
Maria straightened up the buttons on her uniform. “You are sure he went home?”
“Yeah.” Michael snorted, “We watched his car turn that direction. We didn’t leave them alone, much too dangerous says the Maxwell. And probably is. Last thing I need is to be fried again. Once a day limit for me, you know.”
Maria fixed her eyes on Michael’s, shaking her head ever so slowly. “You have no clue how strong their connection is, do you? Just how much of a risk there is tonight?” She stared at him.
She moved over to the table with her cell phone and forced it open, “Mrs. Whitman? Is Alex there? ... No? ... It’s just he was going to help me with some homework tonight ... Actually, Michael is right here ... Yes, when I get in touch with him I will have him call you ASAP... Thanks Mrs. Whitman ... You too ... Have a good night.”
She closed her phone with an audible snap, turned sharply, and glared at Michael. “Alex is NOT at home. My bet is if he isn’t already at your house, he is on his way.” She pushed past him, throwing over her shoulder, “She got stuck at school today just because he was there.” She sighed, “On my break I am going to head over there and pray it’s not too late.”
Michael nodded, “Why don’t you go when Liz gets back from her lunch. She’ll cover for you. You know she will. I’m stuck, Jose leaves in an hour, but by some miracle we actually have enough waitresses. Mr. P always over staffs when he and Mrs. P go out for a date night.”
Maria put the headband back on her head, “Well maybe I can scare up a tip or two more before I have to go. I really needed these hours.” Maria headed back out to the diner.
***End flashback***
And here she was, not a moment too soon either.
After the hysteria died down Maria set right to work. She spoke very slowly as if talking to a young child while addressing Alex, who was still sitting on the living room floor, struggling his shoes back on. “You. Go get your alien queen, and get your ass back out here. And tell Isabel to tamp down her powers so that we can get some light in here.” She flicked a few switches to be met with nothing, but the darkness.
Alex mumbled, “Bur-n ou.’”
“Yeah I noticed lover boy, I wonder why?” She added sarcastically. She threw Isabel’s blouse at him and ordered him to return it to its proper owner.
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After he stumbled his way into the bathroom Maria heard the distinct call for help as only could be uttered by a drunken person. “Lil’ hel’ -ia.” Luckily she could translate Alex-ese.
She raced into the bathroom and perfunctorily flicked on the switch; or tried to, the static charge in the room, causing the outlets to buzz. She flicked it off again; it was bright enough with Isabel. Then she saw the bathroom, or what was left of it. Alex was holding to Isabel’s right hand as he tried pulling her up with his right, and leveraging himself with his left hand against the wall. That wasn’t what was wrong, however, where Isabel’s hand clasped his, it was glowing. (No surprise there, they’d been doing that all evening) What was wrong with this picture was the fact that Alex’s hand too had joined in the destruction of the small bathroom, it was slowing starting to melt through the wall of the cabinet to which it was supported.
“Good God, what’d you do?” Maria mentioned. “Let go Alex! Of the... wall!” She looked at Isabel, sprawled in a tub, bra on still, but lacking shirt... and completely helpless. So ironic for the alien with powers. And it took everything she had to maintain her decorum as she tried not to start laughing. She looked at Isabel, pointed to Alex’s white glowing hand and said, “I’m not going to light up like a Christmas tree if I touch you now am I?” Isabel shrugged and started to laugh. The thought of Maria glowing, absurd, now Alex glowing, that didn’t faze her. Alex, feeding off whatever her emotions were, started himself to laugh uncontrollably.
“Here we go again. You two are too wasted to be of any use.” She took another look at their predicament and let her laughter join theirs. All the while wondering about female alien hormones, and what exactly she was going to do with these two. Isabel’s blouse, she realized, had been tossed aimlessly onto the floor.
When they’d settled down momentarily, Maria, with whatever minimal assistance Alex afforded, managed to wrest Isabel from the tight confines of the tub, balancing her on the rim. Maria noticed the heat pouring from her friend. At the touch it didn’t seem so very hot as prickly. The prickliness soon reached an uncomfortable level similar to having her hands in too hot of water. Maria could feel sweat begin to pour from her. But she didn’t melt as she helped pry Isabel out of the tub. The same could not be said of the bit of tub that Isabel's palms briefly touched.
Now how Alex could stand being touched by her was anyone’s guess. It’s probably because they were sharing the passion that he didn’t even notice... things Maria would have to ask later. Right now there was business to attend to.
She gripped Isabel’s wrists and jerked once more. Isabel was free. “Alex go to the living room and wait for me.” She ordered, as she maneuvered Isabel against the sink. “Just don’t touch anything, your Highness.” Isabel crossed her arms on her chest and waited. Maria watched him stumble out to the living room, then she ducked back in and turned to Isabel. “Ok. Now let me help you here.” Maria started by pulling up and closing Isabel’s pants. They weren’t off, or dropped too low to be a concern, so that was a small relief, very small. Then she had to actually redress Isabel, and after getting her arms into the sleeves, she had to button her white blouse. This had to be the most confusing night of her life so far, not to mention humiliating. Then again, it was probably also Isabel’s. She couldn’t believe she had to redress her friend, or that Isabel was in a state to let her? It was better she did this then to involve the rest of Isabel’s family. So she grabbed her shoulders and walked the staggering girl to the living room. The intensity of the drunken stupor was not wearing off. This afternoon, she didn’t know how long it taken them to sober up from the incident, but the last one that she recalled, at girl’s night, Isabel had fallen asleep out of exhaustion. This time didn’t look as if it would provide any such breaks.
“OK. Listen up both of you. First of all are you trying to see if you get any more flashes? See anything? Get anything? Is there going to be a reason for this whole display?”
Alex nodded, jerkily.
“Good. Now we’re getting somewhere.” Maria quirked the side of her mouth, “So want me to get the guys and you explain it all to them?” She looked over and realized that Isabel was no more in control of herself at this moment than she was at any other. “Oh. Never mind that. I think I’ll take you both home and let you sleep this off.”
“NO!” Isabel turned from where she was now standing, trying to straighten up Michael’s house. It was her first coherent word all evening, and her eyes darkened at the thought, if that were even possible. “Can- ’t.” Isabel murmured.
While Alex was simultaneously responding on his own. “Na’ Duh.”
“Oh you two are done. MOST DEFINITELY DONE. Now go get in the car!!” Maria ordered, as she grabbed Isabel and pulled her forward.
She sat, hand entwined with Alex.
Maria removed their hands from each other as she added, “Ok, well I can’t leave you here. Any other suggestions?”
“Yeser.”
“What?”
Alex was a bit more in control of him self now that he wasn’t in direct contact with the alien girlfriend. “Zhezert...Some-Shing bury ou’ der.” He slowly worked the words.
“And you’re going to go get it?” Maria put her hands on her hips as if she were facing off a toddler.
“Zhats zha paln.” Alex stated while nodding assuredly. Smiling at Maria.
“That’s a crappy plan. You are too wasted to stand on your own two feet. You definitely can’t drive. I think I better get the guys.” She moaned.
“No… Ush.” Isabel mumbled, her hands folded demurely in her lap.
“We get pitshures, we yet shing.” Alex mumbled in return, pointing at himself.
“Alrighty then, a plan forms. Lets get going.” She reached over to pull them to standing, as they continued to watch her with their less than focused eyes.
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Maria led Isabel and Alex outside.
Isabel had the sleeves rolled all the way down over one hand, and the other was clasped tightly with Alex, also underneath the long sleeves of a large hooded sweatshirt of Michael’s, as they walked to her mother’s car to retrieve the shovel from the trunk.
Maria debated with herself for a moment about calling for help. But the thought of what Michael and Max might do to Alex given his and Isabel’s state at the moment… Not a good choice.
Hopefully they could simply find the alien device and go home. Or they would fall asleep in the car and sleep it off. Or something. Anything.
Poor Michael was going to be appalled at what they, what SHE, had done to his house.
Maria walked over and gathered the shovel from her hands before she could melt it, or do any other type of damage.
The joined teens staggered slightly as they walked back to the Jetta, but seemed more stable hand in hand than any other way. Except how was she going to get them into the car?
They stood against it, kissing, again.
Maria decided that Alex would be the easier of the two to separate. And so she touched his arm, while gathering the attention of both. She said, “Sorry kiddos, but I need to take Alex away for just a moment, you know so I can tuck him into the car.
Alex looked at her in bleary-eyed alarm.
‘Seriously affected if he can’t be removed from her either.’ Maria thought to herself.
Alex whimpered slightly but acquiesced.
Isabel’s now uncoupled hand glowed brightly, as the effect faded from Alex’s.
Maria watched, ‘Huh. There certainly is an awful lot of glowing going on between them. Is that what would have happened to Michael and me, if I had stayed? I wonder how it would feel if we had actually been able to be alone.’ She looked back down the road wistfully sighing as she pulled out a vial of oil. Sniffing it. ‘Not that any of us are allowed that right now... Alex and Isabel are enough trouble for anyone. No wonder I had to get over here.’
She opened the passenger door and pushed Alex in, roughly. It was their fault that her night was ruined. “Buckle up.” She then looked to the heavens and wondered why her life was always so insane. And as her eyes came back to the car they widened in a horrified surprise. ‘Speaking of insanity.’ She quickly left Alex’s side and raced around to the other.
Isabel was etching a huge glowing silver heart on the roof of her mother’s car. A heart with smaller initials IE, crossed out, as if she was deciding what to put and instead put IW plus AW in its center.
Maria raised her eyebrows as she grabbed Isabel’s hand from the surface. “Hands off the Jetta, Woman.” Isabel defiantly added a handprint, where the IE was, effectively erasing it. A nice, glowing, silver handprint.
Maria just stared at her for the moment, “I hope to God that doesn’t mean you got married tonight. I bet everyone who reads the top of my mother’s car will think that you did too. People on your planet maybe?” She said sarcastically. “But still, once we find what you are looking for, you are going to erase that! And I don’t know, couldn’t you have found a tree or a rock or something?”
Isabel nodded sagely, ‘Tree. Rock. Right.’ However she couldn’t reform the words, too altered.
“Keep your palms to yourself girlfriend,” Maria ordered as she shoved her into the car before she could inflict any more outside damage, and slammed the door behind her. She crawled into the driver’s seat and turned to face them.
Maria let out a wearied sigh, “Ok so we’ve got an alien thing buried in desert. We go get? Any questions? Cause I’ve sure got some.”
“Are you sure you guys need to do this? Alex? You have always been so level headed before this, I am trusting you here.”
Alex slowly nodded his head.
“Did you get any useful information?”
“Uh-huh.” He slowly nodded again.
“Ok. Great.” She feigned a delighted tone. “Can you give me any idea where we’re going since you’re obviously not doing the driving?”
“Four-e- zhu.”
“What?” She leaned across him and pulled a small piece of paper and pen from the glove box. “You are too slurred to understand. Write it.”
Alex gripped the pen and scrawled a half-way legible 4-2 on the paper.
“As in highway 42, perhaps?” Alex nodded. “As in the desert, by the crash site?” Maria nodded in her understanding, matching Isabel. “Well that actually does make sense, hopefully we can make sense of this.” She pointed back at the still glowing Isabel.
She made sure they were buckled in and then they drove off.
Tomorrow was going to be a very long day.
She’d pretty much given up on tonight.
**** ****
Gloria pulled up to the house Diane had directed her too. And the first thing she noticed was that Alex’s car was sitting near the house. Another was also near it. She turned to her friend, “Diane? Please tell me Michael drives a sedan.”
Diane’s voice was grim, as she shook her head. “No, he drives a little rattle trap motorcycle.” She dramatically sighed, “That is MY sedan. Isabel borrows it frequently. She said she would be right back.”
“So did Alex.” Gloria closed her eyes, pained. He had promised to come home. Even promised that he would honor grounding for the episode at the school. And now, here he was, as was Isabel. His promises already broken. To be so close to success to fail now. She had such hopes that at least Alex would be pure at his marriage.
She could feel her heart breaking. Why couldn’t at least one of her kids have waited? Especially Alex. He had always been such a good kid ...
Diane saw the pain on her face and offered a solution as she reached into her purse. She pulled out a key ring. “Let’s go. I have a set of keys. We are here; we might as well stop them. If we can.”
Gloria sighed deeply, and nodded soberly. She steeled herself for a moment and watched as Diane walked up to the front door. She should get up. She should be there with her friend. But it was simply too hard.
Reluctantly she opened her door and got out.
Diane had already gone in.
Gloria took slow and fateful steps toward the house where her baby had probably lost his virginity. Why was she going through this... again?
She had just reached the porch when Diane came bursting out a bit wild-eyed. ‘What had she seen?’
“Uh, they are NOT here.” Diane said gesturing back at the house, and locking the door behind her.
Gloria looked at Diane in confusion. “But the cars….”
Diane shook her head, “Not a clue as to why they would leave them ... But no ones here.” She ran her hand through her hair in a style reminiscent of her daughter, “What now?” She asked hurriedly, trying to appear calm. If Gloria didn’t know about Isabel’s genetics, she could not enter that house. There were telltale signs everywhere of her daughter’s heritage. Isabel had left her mark alright, in nice, bright, shiny, and glowing hand prints.
Gloria just stared at her friend. She too ruffled her hair in a manner similar to her son, as she echoed, “Yeah. What now?”
TBC...