Still waiting

 

me 2

 

I guess we will never know the end of the story...

 

Your good keep up the great work...

 

Really guys, I am sorry. I promise I will finish this. I've met a girl, and she's very special. So, between work, my family, and this relationship... I've been super-busy. I know you're probably tired of hearing excuses, but, the way it is, is the way it is. I've not forgotten, or lost track of the story, or lost my inspiration. This girl actually inspires me to write more... The problem is simply time. If i could add more hours to the day, I totally would.

 

dude don't sweat it, ppl are just to impatient. Here is a simple lil sayin from me so take it for what its worth. You get something from; whether it be love pleasure or just joy, you get ego points from here, and also great story man, keep up the great work.

I apologize to anyone who reads this and is offended.

 

hey take your time nate, when you finish you finish

cheers

 

She look like your sister?

Hey might fit in with the story,, She look like sis at all?

 

Super story, You finish it when u finish it.

Thanks

 

Just checking to see if the story has continued

 

(I got dumped, this will give me that time I lost. I still love her. Fucking bitch.)


I packed myself half of a lip as soon as we left the mall. It felt so good, I had a buzz by the time we all got to the car. When we got to the car, my sister gave me a deep look, as if she was about to speak, but she didn't say anything and got in the passenger seat.

I sat down, and Kit sat down on my lap. I picked a water bottle up off the floor to spit in, and that drew a "gross" from almost everyone in the car. I tried to ignore it. It's really not that gross. Really.

My sister went through Shelly's music collection, at least, a smaller version of her music collection that she kept in the car and, to find something we all might like. Anything was better than that rap stuff she liked to play. She picked out Live, the Throwing Copper album. It had some good songs on it.

I glanced over to see Kelly and his cousin talking in sign language, and contented myself to look out the window. The rest of the trip was made in almost silence as we listened to my sister's favorite songs from the album. Personally, I think every song on the album was her favorite. I liked, "The Stage" and "The Dam at Otter Creek" the most.

 

(Sorry. I accidently hit Enter and posted that last piece.)

We got back to our town with no problems, got Kelly and his cousin dropped off at her house and went home. When we got home, we saw dad's truck parked out front. He was home, and that felt good. My sister jumped out of the car and ran inside first to greet him. I was stuck carrying everyone's bags from the mall.

I got inside, and my sister had her arms around my dad, and he was smiling. I remember his smile so clearly, and when I think back, I feel bad for being the one who took that smile off his face. They let go of eachother, and I reached out to shake his hand, and he pulled me into a big bear hug. I didn't know how to react to that. My dad was never much of a hugger.

He let me go and said, "You've put on some meat while I was gone." He glanced over at Shelly and Kit, and said with a small grin on his face, "You been busy while I've been gone, huh ?"

I couldn't keep myself from grinning back, and suddenly found myself needing to get away into the kitchen for a drink. My father knew too much about me for my own comfort. There are times I think the man was psychic. While he didn't have that amazing deductive reasoning mother had, he was still sharp and his instincts were always very accurate. He was also very lucky. While we couldn't always afford it, whenever he bought 10 dollar scratch off tickets, he would almost always win between 20 and 40 dollars back. That kind of luck defies all odds.

I got my drink, kicked my boots off, and we all took a seat in the living room. He sat on the couch, and my sister took up the chair. I took a spot on the love-seat next to Shelly, and Kit ended up squeezing in to sit with my sister in the chair. It was kind of funny, and a miracle they didn't break it.

My father told stories of his journeys on the road. We all sat and listened, laughed at his jokes. He told us of some of the weird things he'd seen, and the beautiful cities. It was a good time. But, he only had two days to spend with us before he hit the road again.

(have stuff to do. I'll try to get more posted later)

 

Glad you've writen more I think i'll have to read the story again, to get back into it. But hey, i love the story. Nice work.

 

I had to re-read my last two segments to remember where I was in it, LOL.

 

The next few days passed, Dad went back out on the road. December came, and with it came more snow. I always liked Christmas lights. What I always hated about Christmas, were the songs. What I hated more about the Christmas songs, were those stupid parodies of Christmas songs that TV and Radio stations played to advertise. They make my ears bleed.

I would spend many days outside, just feeling the cold. I always loved the snow and cold. It's always put me in a somber snuggling mood. Whenever my sister got home from school, we didn't even have sex most of the time. We would just sit on the couch and watch TV with my arm around her for an hour. Those moments, I was filled with a completeness that is very hard to describe. It's a world of frozen death around us, but we were warm together. I miss that feeling very much.

We got our tree put up at the first of December, and it was a lot of fun decorating it. I say that, even though all I did was walk with my mother and sister while they picked it out, loaded it into my dad's truck, and then I had to carry it through the door. I sat back sipping egg nog and watching them decorate it. That is truly my favorite part of Christmas: Egg nog. It wasn't alchoholic, but I loved it.

Then winter vacation came, and I would get to spend all day with my sister. Our mother never forgot what she'd learned though. She never said anything, but I'll never forget the sad look she would give me sometimes. I must be some kind of bastard for ignoring the things she said, and immediately going up to my sisters room to climb into bed with her.

Sometimes, she would take my hand and put it on her belly, as if I was supposed to feel the life growing there. Truth be told, I never felt it. Sometimes, I would still be asleep, and she would climb into bed with me. It didn't matter which bed we were in, if we made love or not, just being with her made my whole life complete. She defined my existence.

It was a love-making session, when we laid there in her bed that she said to me, "sing me a song." It had been a long time since I'd done that. I thought for a moment, and then I decided to sing:

"You complete my fate,
the world unwinds inside of me.
You complete my fate,
the halo crawls away.

You repeat my fate,
rewinding all we can.
You refill my place.
You refill my place.

Come and save me,
come and save me,
come and save me,
come and save me."

She gave me a kiss on the cheek before telling, me "So... I complete your fate, huh ?"

"Yes. You do." I told her, and give her a kiss back, which lead into what I like to call 'round 2'. Things had become a matter of routine, but it was great nonetheless. As we discovered, there are only so many ways of inserting one object into another.

Dad got home from the road a full three days before Christmas, and it felt good with him home for this holiday. He has missed Christmases before, and those were easily some of the worst ever. He never really even did much, just having him there changed the whole mood. Mom was always more cheerful, which made us more cheerful.

My sister took to wearing a baggy sweater around him. Not just around him, but most of the time. She was worried about showing. I didn't really notice anything, but she was still worried about it. Almost every night, mom would sit with her and talk to her. She never told me what they talked about, and sometimes it would piss me off not knowing. What exactly DO women talk about alone anyways ? I once asked my mother, and she said slyly, "Words that were not meant for the world of men."

Then, it was two days before Christmas. Kelly stopped by with his cousin. They were greeted very warmly by mother, and she all but dragged them in the door and made them sit down. He introduced his cousin not as his cousin, but simply by her name.

I took a seat down on the couch, but my sister had stayed up in her room. Dad was in his chair like normal.

"Would you like hot coa coa or egg nog ?" Mother asked them both.

"We're fine, thanks." Kelly said. His cousin elbowed him, and signed with her hands before he said, "Hot coa coa for her."

Mother only smiled. Dad snapped his fingers and talked in sign language to her. She smiled and talked back. What they said to eachother will always be a mystery to me, but she smiled brightly and tried to laugh. Kelly pretended he didn't see anything. I even asked him what, and he said "nothing." As with the girl-talk, I hated not knowing what was being said.

Kelly handed me a present and said, "Don't open until Christmas."

"I didn't get you anything." I told him.

He said, "Don't worry about it. It didn't cost anything."

"A give-away present, huh ? It's not a bomb is it ?" My dad asked, which made Kelly and his cousin smile.

"No. It's not a bomb. You'll see." Kelly said.

We sat and made small talk for hours. Kelly and his cousin mostly ended up explaining the situation with her throat and the tumor that was removed a short time after Halloween. He'd found work at Wal-mart for the winter, but can't wait for Spring when the construction work picks back up.

When they left, I went up into my room and packed a lip, and sat back listening to Three Days Grace. I played Call of Duty to pass time, and killing Germans and Japanese is always fun. A short time later, my sister came in, and we played Guitar Hero together.

She was better than me. Always better than me. She could play on Expert while I just barely managed to not-kill the songs on Medium. Her favorite song was "Unforgiven" by Metallica, while mine was a toss up between REM's "Orange Crush", and Bon Jovi's "Dead or Alive". I also liked "Dirty Little Secret", by All American Rejects. Whenever one of us played that song, we sort of smiled at eachother.

Christmas Day came, and so did a lot of snow. We weren't able to visit my grandparents, but we had a good Christmas together just the 4 of us. As was custom, we would open up 1 gift each that night, and open the rest in the morning.

Mother went first, and opened a presant my sister got her. It was a pack of socks. Shopping for parents is never easy. My sister went next, and opened up her own gift, a pack of socks. Her and mother smiled and grinned at eachother before laughing. They'd gotten eachother the same thing.

Then it was my turn, and my dad picked out which one I should open. I opened it, and inside the box was a leather tool belt. I was amazed. It was very high quality, and had a slot for everything, three different pouches for nails. It was a great gift, I only wish I'd gotten to wear it working.

"I picked that up going through Texas. I saw it, and remembered you needed one. So, Merry Christmas son." My dad said with a smile.

"Thank you." I said, and set to adjusting it to fit me.

My sister picked out a gift for him to open. He took it, and opened it up to find a music CD labled, "Dad's mix."

"I made it myself, for you to listen to on the road." She told him.

"I will. Thanks." He said and gave her a hug.

After that, we finished dirnking our egg nog, and then went to bed.

(I almost skipped over christmas like i did Thanksgiving, but my fingers went wild, and they decided that it would be best to give some detail, and not rush the ending THAT much.)

 

Fantastic... Just fantastic... your story made me join this forum,so i hope you keep the story going.

 

glad your back

 

very well written

 

It's tense now the ending is getting closer and closer.

I dont really want the story to end, but i'll enjoy reading it all through again once it is

 

Got Dumped damn!!

Sorry you got dumped. It always sucks really around the holidays,, Anyway glad your back,, Hope you have a Good Christmas!! Story is great, later dude!!