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I'm Maddy A. and my stories currently found on Nifty are:
"Around My Way" (gay high-school/interracial) "I Hate Anthony" (gay high-school/interracial) "Chase After Me" (gay high-school/interracial) "The First Year Is The Hardest" (gay college/ interracial) "Bam and Ryan: The Chin Incident" (gay celebrity <fanfic with Bam Margera and Ryan Dunn<)
"THE HANDSOME JEWISH YOUNG MAN"
By Maddy A. (Edited by Nicole)
CHAPTER SEVEN: BIG, BAD, BLACK-MAMMA
Oh my fucking God! Shit, damn....mother fucker! I know he didn't just say what I thought he did! No, he couldn't have said that he told his mother that we weren't friends, but in fact boyfriends! No, he wouldn't do that without talking to me first. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back out on the porch steps. The look of uncertainty on his face told me that he had in fact let the cat out of the bag.....well, not "cat" per say, but Whatever!
"Wait? You what?" I hissed out a little too loudly and everyone stopped talking and turned to look at as. Imagine twenty angry annoyed faces, half of whom I'm sure didn't like the fact that this white boy was at their cook-out, staring at you like you were crazy. I heard one of his cousin's mutter something about crazy white people, but I didn't catch the last of what he had said. I was embarrassed by the attention and started to turn red. Jimmy, who was now adding burgers to the side of the grill asked me if I was okay. I nodded a yeah and motioned for Victor to follow me to the front yard. Once
inside the safety of my car he tried to explain.
"Don't trip-" He tried to say, but it was too late.
"Don't trip? You told your mother that I'm your boyfriend! Do you know what that means?" I yelled. Okay, I was spazing out...freaking out because this was bad...really, really bad and I'm talking about wet muddy shoes on fresh white carpet bad! Oh my God! I SO couldn't deal with that fact.
"Calm down! It means she knows about us, dat's all." Victor stated calmly. He reached over and put his hand on my knee and squeezed to reassure me. It helped....but only a little. I gripped the steering wheel so tight that my knuckles turned white and I banged my head against it.
"God! She knows I'm , your, we're gay! No one, but you knows that...wait! I thought you said no one knew you were gay?" I asked puzzled.
"They don't." He smirked.
"Well, obviously someone knows....Your mom!" I yelled and continued to bang my head against the steering wheel with each word that I spoke. He started to laugh and rub my back, but he really wasn't helping....well, not that much.
"Kid calm yourself down! Don't worry bout it. She's cool wit it." He said calmly.
"Wait! Why would you tell her? I mean, I thought you didn't want anyone to, you know, like know your gay." I asked, truly confused. Obviously we weren 't on the same page because I thought he was like me and wasn't ready for people to know. He took a deep breath and turned to me.
"I did, but I started thinking about a lot of shit. It's like look where I' m from. If you's a fag, niggaz will try and fuck you up for dat shit right and I don't want none of dat shit round me. So, I know I can't let niggaz round here know dat shit, but I could at least tell my mom. Shit, she told me she kinda thought I was different, but didn't know just what it was until I told her. She was cool about it. I mean its just the two of us and I told
you how close we are."
"Yeah, I know." I turned to face him again and he laughed.
"You know what the funniest part of the whole thing was? She told me she knew already. All the fucking time I was stressing and shit about it and she told me that she already knew. Go figure, but I guess mothers always know that sort of thing." He continued and I nodded in agreement almost letting the tension leave. Then a thought hit me that made the tension come back five fold.
"Aw fuck! You think my mom knows about me?" I shrieked and he cocked his eyebrows up in amusement as I continued, "Don' t do that! I'm serious! Do you think she could know?"
"Yeah, maybe."
"Maybe? What do you mean maybe?"
"Sometimes you act a little--" He started to say, but I cut him off before he could finish what I thought he was going to say.
"I do not act gay!" I screamed and he just continued laughing like the whole thing was funny. I on the other hand was not amused.....far from the fuck away from it.
"Calm down. You don't act gay, well not really, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know. Hell, your dad might even know."
"My dad? Fuck!" I yelled as I started to bang my head against the steering wheel once again, not caring that each time my forehead made contact with it, the horn honked and people on the street walked passed us and looked at me like I was crazy.
"Would you relax! Shit, if they do know then obviously they don't care!"
"That's besides the point!" I retorted.
"Look, we can sit here all day and you can keep on stressing about nonexistent problems or we can go in the house, you can meet my mom and then we can sneak off in my little cousin's room." He smirked and I sighed giving up. He was right and I knew it. As we walked back into the backyard, I was relieved when no one seem to notice us return. Jimmy was still at the grill laughing with Victor's uncle Red. But, his cousin Sweetness smiled at us when we walked passed as he applied shiny lip gloss to his already wet looking lips in a way that was suggestive. Yeah, I guess he was flirting with me, but Sweetness seemed harmless so I joked it off. I mean, come on. Would you be intimidated by someone named `Sweetness'? Yeah, I didn't think so.
As we walked into the crowded kitchen, I could smell chicken frying on the stove and a thick bodied, dark brown skin woman with short black hair wrapped into a pony tail that I could tell wasn't hers was manning the stove. I could tell from her face shape that she was somehow related to Victor, but she looked way too young to be his mother. So, when Victor hugged her from behind and said `hey ma', I couldn't stop the words from coming out of my mouth.
"You're his mom? How old are you, twenty?" I asked and then started to blush. God-damn my impulsive motor mouth! I could tell that she was not amused. There were four other women in the kitchen with her all resembling her so I assumed they were just more of Victors aunts. Hell, he had a shit load of aunts, uncles and cousins! Me, four aunt's, three uncles and six cousins, who were all younger than me, was the combined family from both my parents sides. Victor's mother told the women to leave for a few minutes and they all started bickering, or `loud talking' as Victor would say.
"Now Nadine, you don't own this kitchen! I got lasagna in the oven!" One of the women said and another woman said something about the beans burning. But, Victor's mother simply said they better get out of her kitchen like she said or things were going to get ugly. The women rolled their eyes at her and scowled at me as they walked out. She shut and locked the door after they had gone and her eyes immediately went to mine. I could still hear the muffled sound of 1970's soul music being blared and some woman was singing about
her cleaning woman stilling her man. Whatever!
"No, thirty-six honey, but thank you. So, Pot-pot this the boy you've been talking bout?" She asked as she turned her attention from me and to Victor.
I couldn't be completely sure of it if, but I thought I saw him blush. I made a mental note to call him "Pot-pot" next time we were alone.
"Yeah, Ma dis Kyle. Kyle, my ma." I stuck out my hand to shake hers and she glared at me with the most cold, evilest set of charcoal black eyes that were slightly slanted like Victor`s. Eyes so dark and scary had I been a few years younger, I probably would have pissed myself! She looked me up from head to toe and then from toe to head, just glaring at me. Physically she wasn 't that intimidating. I was growing so Victor only had me beat by an inch or two so we both kind of towered over her just barley over five feet tall frame. She wasn't really a "big" woman, but her ass....Oh hell, that woman had ass for days, weeks, months and years if she wore a leotard! Now, physically she wasn't intimidating, but her scowl was. Then, as if a shift in the universe occurred, she suddenly rushed towards me. One hand on her hip, smelling faintly of flowers and chicken grease she practically jumped on me. I was scared at first and glanced over at Victor who started rumbling out with loud baritone chuckles. He was laughing so hard that this time there was no mistaking the deep red his face was turning. Little veins in his neck were bulging and his mouth gaped open flashing his perfect teeth as he cocked his head back. I stared at those veins and remembered that just a few days earlier my mouth had spent the better part of a day kissing them. Yeah, lets just say that I got to know his neck that day almost as good as he got to know mine.
"Oh child! I'm just playing with you! You better lift them white boy arms up and hug Ms. Nadine!" She said and her voice didn't sound cold anymore. No, it was warm and loving.....gentle....motherly. I felt my body relax and I hugged her back.
"Aw shit, you should have seen your face man!" Victor laughed.
"POT-POT! What did I tell you about cussing in front of me?" Ms. Nadine yelled and Victor mumbled an apology and looked slightly embarrassed to get scolded in front of me. I smiled which was probably mean to do, but hell he had been teasing me all day and pay back is a mother fucker. Oh, not that I wanted to fuck his mother....okay, eww!!! Digressing is an art form, not a crime so don`t hate me.
"Yeah, Pot-pot. You shouldn't swear in front of your mother." I teased and stuck my tongue out at him. Ms. Nadine, or Ms. Thomas as I thought she would wanted me to call her, motioned for me to sit at the kitchen table. Before I could speak, she dropped a plate full of food in front of me. Hell, there was mash potatoes, corn on the cob, fried and baked chicken wings, string beans and even a little bit of lasagna.
"We like to eat in this family, so you better hurry up and finish that plate so you can start on your second!" She said. I thought she was teasing, but when I laughed she just looked at me like I was crazy and handed Victor his plate. I became silent and stared at my mash potatoes before quietly shoving a spoonful in my mouth. Ms. Nadine and Victor started laughing again and I could feel the embarrassment returning.
"Yo, she's just playing with you kid!" Victor yelled and Ms. Nadine leaned down to hug me. Her big breasts were resting against my shoulder, but instead of feeling awkward it was almost reassuring.
"Victor told me you were a little anal, but baby your gonna have to calm down or Ms. Nadine can't have any fun with you!"
"I'm not anal!" I shrieked and even I had to laugh with them at that last comment.
Three plates later, I was full....so freaking, fucking full if someone was to even so much as give me a stick of gum, I would burst. Ms. Nadine was the coolest and I mean that whole heartedly. It took me a while to realize when she was joking around and when she wasn't, but after the tenth joke, I got it. Surprisingly she didn't want to talk about anything "gay". Yeah, surprising ain't it? I thought she would have been all with the when did you know' questions, but she didn't ask me one remotely gay' question. Nope, nothing. All she wanted to know was what I wanted to do when I got older. If and what College I wanted to go to and random stuff like that. Victor was quiet most of the time while I talked with Ms. Nadine, but there was no mistaking the constant smirk that graced his face as he watched us.
Someone was pounding at the kitchen door and Ms. Nadine mumbled a curse word and then turned to Victor and told him he better not use that word. She opened the door only to be greeted with the yelling of the four woman she had kicked out a half an hour earlier. Victor laughed as he nodded his head for me to follow him back outside. We must have been in there longer than I thought we had been because it was now dark out. Not midnight dark, but just after sunset dark where the sky is that dark blue, light blue and purple faze with little peaks of orange dancing along the edge. I knew it was time to go, but I couldn't find Jimmy. No, he was no where to be found. I asked uncle Red where he went, but he was no help. Then Sweetness swished his self over to me with a smile on his face.
"He went to sit in his car. He sipped on one too many wine coolers and looked like he was about to pass the fuck out!" Sweetness stated with a lisp. Victor walked me to the front yard and sure enough I could see Jimmy laying his stocky body across his back seat. I couldn't kiss Victor good bye the way that I wanted to, but the hug he gave me was good enough. He whispered `love ya' in my ear and I whispered it back. When we pulled away we both were grinning like idiots. Sweetness came out of now where on the front porch with his hand on his hip and shiny reapplied three times glossed smile on his face.
"Cousin....cousin....we SO have to talk!" He hissed out before going back inside the house. Victor started shaking his head in amusement. I laughed and told him he'd better have his `talk' with Sweetness before he went sour and he pushed my shoulder playfully before following behind him.
Jimmy was a mess. A certifiably mess. He was the WORST drinker. Hell, I was no expert, but I could handle the couple of beers that me and my friends would sometimes sneak, but Jimmy could barley handle two. But, did that stop his dumb ass from drinking ? NO! It didn't!
"Fuck , Jimmy, now I gotta drive! I hate stick shift!" I muttered, but all I received was loud obnoxious laughter from the back seat.
"It tasted like Juice....so I drunk nine....count my fingers for me will you Kyle?" He slurred and I rolled my eyes ignoring him. Now I would have to drive his car to his house, park it so his parents wouldn't find out that he had driven it, then I would have to drag his wasted ass back to my house and hide him there until he sobered up. Fuck! I suppose this is what I deserved for making him drive me to the cook-out in the first place. I guess Karma really is a bitch, especially if its coming in the form of alcoholic beverages!
I was too scared to try driving through the streets because....well, it was the hood and I was a white boy driving a twenty thousand dollar car. I wasn't being presumptuous about a God-damn thing more like careful. Something told me not to get on that high-way, but I did anyway. I only had my permit, but I had been driving since I was ten years old and my dad even had let me drive on the high way a couple times before when he and mom had too many cocktails after a party. I was confident in my driving skills, but still there was this knot in the pit of my stomach forming like a warning for me to take another route. But, did I listen? No, I ignored my gut instinct and went on it anyway. No less than a minute later red and blue flashing lights pulled up behind me, but I didn't panic. No, it was just a simple cop car on the high-way, nothing abnormally about that. Jimmy was too busy laughing about nothing to notice or care. The cop was driving behind me, almost tailgating me. But, I kept my cool and changed lanes. When that bastard changed lanes with me,
that's when I started to worry. The cop turned their siren on and the lights started flashing and spinning. I pulled over on the side of the rode and that's when I panicked. Jimmy asked why I stopped and I told him to lay down and keep quiet or I would tell his mother about the porno magazine's he kept underneath his bed. He went silent, but stared around the car with wide eyes and I watched the realization that we were getting pulled over play across his eyes and come out as a curse word. I yelled for him to be quiet and pretend he was sleeping. But, it was too late. A tall Asian man with sharp features was tapping for me to roll down the driver side window.
"What seems to be the problem officer?" I asked trying to make myself sound as nice and well mannered as I could. He wasn't buying it.
"License and Registration sir." He stated and that's when I felt my heart drop into my stomach. I didn't have a license and I had no clue where the hell Jimmy kept his registration. And to make matters worse, Jimmy was doing a
HORRIBLE job of pretending to be asleep even though I told him it was no use since the cop had seen him awake just three seconds before. He kept shifting and turning in ways that made it obvious that he was faking. He even had the nerve to start `snoring'! Yeah, I was driving without a license and had an underage drunk in the backseat of his car that technically we weren't suppose to be driving. Yeah, my great day was turning into one fucked night.....
To Be Continued
(c) 2005 Madison Aysha Dante
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