Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 119
the Boy Scouts for eating a Brownie."
"No, we're not doing it. You're only here today. I have to come back next week."
"Dude, nobody would ever come all the way out here. We're in the middle of nowhere"
"Can we just finish," Evan said. "When I see her next week, I'll mention your Idea and see if she's okay with you coming by to swim. I'll make sure I tell her about the mule, who knows, maybe she'll want to swim with you."
"Fuck you."
Later at Jason's house, Evan said, "I'm gonna go home, shower and collapse."
Jason said, "Dude, I may collapse before the shower."
"I know what you mean," he said. "Thanks for helping, I never could have gotten it done without you and your truck."
"Anytime you wanna give me a hundred bucks, I'm in, but really gotta meet her next time. I have to see what you were trying to explain. I'll go with you next week."
"We'll talk about it. I'm going home. If you feel like it, we can meet at the ballpark tomorrow and go to the races from there."
"I'll send you a text and let you know if I can get out of bed tomorrow."
"Cool." Evan got in his car and started home.
It's normal for kids to be clueless about social, financial and moral matters. For the most part, they think everything is great, and they are happy unless they don't get what they want at the store. Even then, they assume their parents are mean; they don't understand any of the actual logic behind the denial. Car problems, landlords, mortgages, layoffs, relocations, divorces, and the like could affect them, but nobody consults them, and the explanations given are rarely factual, and hardly understood, beyond how the situation is affecting their immediate happiness. Before long, they are settled into their new reality and never consider how or why they got there. That is until they grow up and start having those aha moments. They think back and see things from an adult's perspective; then they get an idea of what was going on in their parent's world.
That was all true for Evan, but despite being afflicted with teenager's narcissism, he sensed a shift in the dynamics of his parent's relationship and saw a change in his mother's demeanor. He just didn't know how to put words to it, not yet.
In the kitchen, Evan found his mother, where she often seemed to be when he came home. He wondered if he had never noticed how much time she spent there or if the frequency of her greetings had Increased. He said hello and watched her as she approached him. A light bulb flickered in his mind, then he saw it. Deana still wouldn't, and he'd never try to explain it, but he knew what was different about his mother. She had an incredible body, that wasn't anything new, he had been aware of it since before he started getting boners. All he had to do was look around at the ballpark or go-cart track, and he could tell Candy was hot compared to the other mothers, but she had never used her body to its full potential. That's what had changed. His mother's shirt highlighted her massive tits, and her walk demanded attention. He thought about Darlene. Candy wanted to be looked at, have somebody want to watch her. It had nothing to do with him; it was just that his mother needed more attention, love or affection. His father barely even bothered to kiss her hello or goodbye. What else did he neglect to do?
"You look beat," his mother said. "You're dirty, too."
If you only knew how dirty my thoughts are. He kissed her cheek but resisted the desire to hug his mother, and not because he smelled like sweat, gasoline and dirt. "I am. I'm going to take a shower, then lay down."
"I suppose you don't want to go get Gloria then?"
"Um-"
"That's fine. I'll get her," she said. "We're having pizza for dinner."
"Pizza!"
"Yes, your father will be late. What do you want on yours?"
"Oh, yeah, he's meeting with Uncle JC about-"
"Honey, I know it upsets you that you're not getting to race, but don't give up hope. You never know."
You have no idea, he thought and considered telling her, but it wasn't the right time. There probably wasn't going to be a right time. "I know. Thanks, Mom. I'm going to shower"
"Good," she said and squeezed his sides. "What do you want on your pizza?"
There was still more to it that he didn't understand.
"Everything," he said, and started walking towards the bathroom. His mother felt more like Candy every day.
After his shower, Evan was about to get in bed for a before dinner nap, but there was a rap-tap-tap on his door. He knew it was Deana, but he said, "Who is it?" then pulled a shirt on.
His sister said, "Princess Dee," and opened the door. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing." He sat on the end of his bed. It wasn't a good time to finally talk about the shower. "What?"
Deana closed his door and walked over to him. "You mad at me?"
"You mean for treating me like an evil villain last night?"
"I'm sorry, it's just that... listen, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have freaked out. I felt bad. Came up here this morning to tell you, but you were gone already. You didn't tell me you had to leave so early."
Good, he thought, it has nothing to do with his dick almost penetrating her. "It's okay. I guess I shouldn't have bothered you while you were sleeping. You know Dad saw me coming out of your room."
She said, "Shit. What happened? What did you say?"
"Relax, I told him I was putting your CD back. Why is it a big deal?"
"Did he buy it?"
Yeah, yes, but he told me to stay out of your room. Why what's up with him and why was he up?"
Deana sat next to him. "You know how he is, he was probably checking on us...me...to make sure I hadn't climbed out the window for a hook up with my secret boyfriend."
He put his arm around her back. "You all right?"
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