Potential - S01 E86

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Potential - S01 E86

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 86

After Evan left, Candy asked Gloria, "What's up with your brother? Anything I should know?"

Gloria scratched her head, and said, "Got me, but you know teenagers, it's probably not good."

"Hope not," Candy said. "If you hear anything, let me know." That would never happen, but it was what a mother should say, so she said it.

"Ma, can stay over at Jayda's tonight? Her mom already said it's cool."

"Sure, Honey," Candy said. "I'm going to get started on my work. Clean up after yourself, the maid took the day off."

"You mean your doctor junk?"

"Funny. See you later, and don't bother me unless it's important."

"Okay," she said and slurped the last of the milk out of her cereal bowl.

Deana had woken up in Rebecca's bed more times than she could count, but never like this. She didn't think she had been dreaming, but what else would explain coming out of a sound sleep already grinning, on the verge of giggling. They weren't spooning, but her thigh was between Rebecca's and their heads were on the same pillow. There wasn't anything special about the smell of Rebecca's hair, but it would be filed in a happy place in her mind. She would always be able to bring back this moment with one sniffed.

Great, I fell in love with another girl. She wouldn't let the thought spoil her mood. They had the rest of the summer to enjoy, then they'd worry about how to hide it from everybody at school. Should be easier than hiding a love affair with my brother.

Her skin was hot and moist where it pressed against Rebecca's crotch. She eased the covers down and admired her gymnast's body. It would be wonderful to wake up naked every day with someone she loved. She kissed Rebecca's neck and her legs tightened. "Mm, that's nice."

She whispered in Rebecca's ear, "Good morning."

"Yes, it is," Rebecca said. "I've never had someone wake me with a kiss. Wanna move in?".

That would solve her problems. "I'm not sure our parents would approve."

"Then we have got to come up with a reason to spend as many nights together as possible, Rebecca sald. "Remember when we were little and we'd do anything to have a sleepover?"

"Yeah, but we wore PJs then. This is better. What can we do together that would require tons of our time? We have to think of something."

"There's something we can do together right now. Something I've always wanted to do with you."

"Does It involve something from your mother's room?"

"It only requires three things, me you and a shower."

"What if your parents come home?"

"We'll tell them we're concerned about the environment."

"Huh?"

"Water conservation, we're saving water."

Her nipples tingled. Being in the shower with Evan had been wonderful. "Yes, I'm very concerned about the water shortage. It's a shame we've already wasted so much."

"It is," Rebecca said, "and think about all the time you wasted trying to wash your own back."

"Mm, my back needs to be scrubbed," Deana said. "Come on, let's get clean."

Rebecca giggled. "No chance a shower is going to wash away the dirty thoughts I'm having."

"Good."

Evan turned left at the sign boasting the fastest high bank dirt track in the South. There wasn't the normal Saturday night line of slow moving cars, so he raised a cloud of dust behind him, blew through the grass parking lot and headed straight for the pit gate. He felt important entering the zone reserved for race cars and their drivers. What had still seemed like a fantasy when he got out of bed that morning, was manifesting in the real world, and reality made him nervous.

Cindy's muscle car was right where her car hauler was every Saturday night, even though she could have parked anywhere in the empty pits. He got out of his car. It didn't feel right without the smell of race fuel, rows of car haulers, busy crew members and all the noise he was so used to. It reminded him of the time he went to the carnival when it was closed-no music, people or spinning rides. It felt like a sad place. The breakfast burrito he ate in two bites churned in his stomach.

He knew exactly where he could find Cindy. She wasn't superstitious, but she had some predictable behavior. From the fence between turns one and two he could see the whole track, and sure enough, Cindy was walking down the front straightaway, staring down at the red clay. His eyes played a trick on him, and he saw Deana. The feelings he felt made him angry. He spit and started down the hill to the track.

The earbuds pumping music into Cindy's head made it easy for Evan to sneak up on her. He watched her ponytail swing and realized it hadn't been the distance, Cindy still looked like Deana from behind. He wanted to hug her, but poked her instead, then ducked.

Cindy whirled around and shouted, "Evan, you idiot," then she pushed stop and continued at normal volume, "you scared me."

"Sorry," he said. "What are you listening to?"

"Cowboy Junkies," she said and twisted her sneaker on the dirt. "Hank did a great job preparing the track for us. Lots of grip."

"Good"

His cousin, in her element, was ready to talk racing. "We'll set your car up loose to start because there isn't gonna be this much grip on a Saturday night. Grip makes you tight, so let up, ease it into the turns. You'll be able to go hard on the way out, but you're going to push all the way to the middle coming in. Remember, loose is fast if you don't spin out, and tight is slow if you drive in too hard..."

He nodded continuously and let her go on for a few minutes. He had been listening to Cindy and Uncle JC talk racing for years and had always pretended he needed to absorb every word and use it on race night, then on race night he repeated everything he'd heard and act like a driver.

"Whoa." He held up his hands. "Don't tell me everything at once.

The car isn't even here yet."