lets break tradition

you know you want to

        The big silver radio sat on the plastic out doot furniture table and I laid on the cool, soft grass.  The Moist spring air was a pleasant sixty degrees.  The song playing was 'Everything is alright' on the Motion city sound track.  The perfect song for this day.  There were dark storm clouds in the distance and I could faintly see the haze of heavy rain coming down.  The cool breeze blew and I closed my eyes and smiled.  Pale white light penatrated the fluffy white clouds and the wind carried the smell of fresh earth and new life.

        I liked spending my spring after noons this way.  But only when I was home alone.  My hands ran over my favorite pair of jeans and up over my loose tee-shirt.  My brown hair with natural bronze high light was sprawled out over the grass and my tan skin took in the wonderful feel of spring time air.  I was drifting off into the most wonderful state of sleep.  Fading away to the gentle sound of thunder in the distance, the sound of the river gurgling a few yards away from me.  The melodic tweet of happy bird and the wind, when the sound of tires hitting the gravel of my drive way brought me to my senses.  I sat up and proped myself up with my arms and looked at the beat up chevy coming towards me. 

       I grinned at Yankee Houst, and waved.  Yanky was only his nick name.  His real name was Dallas but he got the nick name Yankee when he fell into Yankee creek when he was only little and almost drowned.  Yankee beamed at me and I couldn't help but laugh.  He turned off his truck and jumped out of it with unhidden enthusiasm and walked over to me.  Yankee was my friend, a really good one.  We never made big desicions without talking to one another about them first.  The last time we tried to make a decision without asking the other, I set the kitchen on fire.

        But just because Yankee was my friend didn't mean that I couldn't think that he looked incredibly gorgeous.  Dallas Houst had been born gorgeous, raised a gentlemen and his friends were basically party boys and guys that just wanted to have fun.  He wore dark blue jeans with a huge rip in the right thigh, a rip in the left knee and the faded slightly on the back calves.  His shirt was a button up plaid striped thing.  He wore it on work days always witha white V-neck under it.  He looked good.  His Shaggy black hair fell over his steely blue eyes and he flashed me his happy white smile and fell down on the ground beside me.

        "What's goin on Popsicle?" He asked me.  I pushed him over with a smile.  The reason he called me popsicle was because the first party he convinced my to go to I got smashed and got into the peoples house and named, ate and made up lives for all the popsicles they had in their freezer.  SO all of our friends now call me popsicle.

"Nothin' much Yankee.  How'd you get of work at the farm so early?" I asked.  "Did one of the cows manage to make diamonds instead of milk and now you're all rich?" I asked imagining the scenario in my mind....  That cow ... that poor poor cow.

"No.  The cows are Producing babies."  He said.  So margret and Mom are taking care of that." He said. 

        I don't know how long me and Dallas talked before he caught the glint of hidden sadness in my eyes.

"Well what's wrong now popsicle?  You haven't been sad since you found out that santa wasn't real when we were five."  He looked genuinely concerned about me.  I smiled and plucked a blade of grass and twirled it around my fingers.

"Dads sending me off to college soon.  I don't have a say in the matter." I said, ripping the blade of grass in half. "He said that it's been a family tradition for generations to go to school immediately after graduation.  I leave in two weeks." I said looking up at him, my big sad eyes winning his anger.

"Tell him you don't wanna leave yet!  None a your friends want ya to leave.  We're all gonna wait till next year when harvest is over.  Tell him you wanna enjoy your youth instead of working it away."  He said.

"Yeah but, that's not the least of it." I said glumly.

"What?" Asked Dallas

"He's got one of his associates sons coming up to meet me the day before I leave.  He's going to the same school.  Science engineering.  He wants me to date this guy." I groaned angrily setting my foreheadon His shoulder.

"Why?" asked Dallas incrediously.

"Tradition.  There are tons of better guys for you then a law person guy."  I laughed and looked up at him. 

"Who?  Every guy in this small county, even if they were interested is taken.  They all got girls and those girls are my friends, so stealing one is out of the question."  He grinned

"Well," He said giving me a goofy smile, "You could always bring me home to daddy." He gave me a dreamy grin and I had to laugh.

        Me and Dallas had gotten married in the second grade infront of all of our friends on the play ground.  We shared our oreos as wedding vows and a ring was a flower with the stem tied as a loop and the flower still attached.  Dallas and I have always heard from friends that we were made for each other, and that there was no other person we looked better with.  We had gone to prom together, but only as partners in crime.  We filled balloons with jello and targetted the teachers we knew would only want to throw balloons back.  It was a fun time.

       But hadn't be and Dallas lived our whole lives together?  More then friends but never quite there.  Now staring at dallas, I felt compeled to believe he ment what he had offered.  He caught my eyes and held them, moving ever closer to me.  His hand grabbed mine and he grinned at me.

"How about we break tradition?" He asked.  I giggled as he kissed my cheek, his hair tickling my skin.  I tried to squirm away from him, not wanting to ruin almost nineteen years of friendship.  His huge strong arms wrapped around me and he hugged me to him.

"You know that I make you happy.  You know that you make me happy.  And if your happy thats all your dad wants.  Break tradition with me." This was all happening so fast.  I couldn't stop myself though.  My arms wrapped around his neck and I kissed his forehead.  Felt the electric in the air and found his lips.

"Dad comes home in three hours." I said.  Dallas looked at me, his eyes lighting up with happiness.

"You'll seriously date me?  We're finally a couple?"  He lifted me into his lap and I couldn't help but laugh.  I shook m head up and down.  He stood and pulled me to my feet.and kissed me tenderly on the lips.  This felt so right.  I felt a drop of rain and then a felt the thunder.  His strong arms encircled me and he smiled at me.  I stood on my tippy toes and kissed him and pulled back smiling

"Yankee doodle." I giggled

"Popsicle."

Author's Note

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Reviews

[J.K. (Not Rowling)]

Awwwww, so sweet. I love the nicknames, and you put them in a very real situation. You have a few technical issues with grammar and misspellings, but I think if you re-read it you'll pick them out no problem. Overall, a cute little story that you could continue with if you so chose. Nice job!