Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Thursday Thirteen #34 - Earring Aftermath
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| So my stresses of the past few weeks haven't been totally resolved (although I managed the bun quite nicely for the dress rehearsal. Now, on to the recital!) and won't be until Friday, at the earliest. Yet for whatever reason, my stress levels have dropped and the muse has returned. If you were here on Monday for Rhian's Poetry Train, you read this outtake. If you haven't read it yet, please make time for it; it's now one of my all-time favorites, with Death By Cheese and Green Hair Week. At any rate, this week's Thirteen springs from that outtake. Poor Mitchell and his newly-pierced ears... Thirteen things Mitchell did Upon Coming To 1. Put a hand up to his ear to find out why it was throbbing. 2. Felt three earrings instead of the expected one. 3. Peeled himself off the bed where Trevor had put him when he passed out and staggered over to his mirror for a better look. 4. Puked all over the mirror and his dresser. 5. Panicked at this latest mess. 6. Proclaimed it was Trevor's to clean up. All of it. 7. Found Trevor smoking out on the back patio. Beat him almost as senseless as Hank used to, only without the psychological torture thrown in. 8. Supervised Trevor's clean up of mess in bedroom, including bloody sheets from the passed-out piercing. 9. Spent four days hiding his ears from everyone. Considered gelling his hair into place in front of his ears (both, to reduce suspicion) but the gel turned his hair an ugly shade of grey. 10. Blackmailed Amy into keeping quiet when she discovered Trevor's handiwork. (Bribes had a bad tendency to get ignored after a few days.) 11. Went shopping with Amy for new earrings to wear as soon as the lame-assed starter earrings could come out. Amy bought him the famed winged dragon that a fan took out of his ear with her teeth while video cameras were rolling. Bitch kept it, too. That clip made it into the band's first behind-the-scenes video, Take the (Back)Stage. 12. Beat Trevor up again 'cause three earrings cost way more than one, and require some finesse to pull off properly -- or so says Amy, who knows more about fashion. Or did, back in those early days, before Mitchell hired stylists and Amy spent her days in long white lab coats. 13. Finally came clean to Sonya and Patterson when they were healed and not about to close when Patterson insisted they come out. Unfortunately for all the trouble Mitchell went through, they didn't care. Mitchell suspected Amy squealed and what they cared most about was his coming clean about what Trevor had done to him. No comment was ever made by either parent about the earrings, although Sonya would buy him some from time to time if she saw some she thought he'd like. Don't forget to check out the Hidden Treasures Summer Reading Contest! And in case you've been living under a rock, voting is still open for the Blogger's Choice Awards. Go make me number one, will ya? |
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Monday, June 18, 2007
Monday Poetry Train: Mitchell's Ears
Trevor took a deep drag on his cigarette and motioned at Mitchell with it. "C'mon. Quit being a wuss." It was more a command than a request, but of course, Mitchell wouldn't see it that way. You could command the idiot to eat an entire chocolate cake and he'd quit after two bites and say he was saving it for later.
"I'm not being a wuss, dickhead. I don't want an earring."
"How can you be a respectable rock star without a pierced ear? Name me one single fucking star out there who doesn't have at least one hole in his ear."
Trevor could tell from Mitchell's face that the guy didn't even realize most stars had ears, let alone shit dangling from them. Too, he could tell that the idiot didn't think that image meant a single fucking thing.
Waiting Mitchell out was useless, so Trevor filled the space with his cigarette. When it was all but gone, Trevor sighed. Smoke that hadn't escaped his lungs chose right then to come out his nose; he decided he understood how dragons felt.
"Look," he told Mitchell, "it's no big deal."
"Tell that to Ma. She'll kill me if I let you do this. And then she'll kill you for doing it!"
"No, she won't. Not if you're serious about this band thing."
"I am, Trev, and you know it. You fucking know I am!" Mitchell crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. "But I gotta draw the line somewhere, and I'm drawing it at earrings!"
"No one's gonna think your ass is gay," Trevor drawled. "Despite what Amy did over the end-of-day announcements that one time. No one bought it then and no one'll buy it now." He ground out his cigarette in the ashtray Mitchell's mother had given then when she'd given up the battle to keep her precious baby boy from smoking.
"That's not the problem."
"Yeah, and I'm already a fucking rock star." Trevor eyed Mitchell, convinced he knew what the guy was about to whine: it'll hurt, Trev.
"Dad," Mitchell said instead. "He meant it when he said he'd kick me out of the house if I do it."
Trevor sighed as loudly as he could. How stupid was Mitchell? "That's why you grew your hair out, asshole."
"I thought it was to get girls."
"Well, since it didn't work for you, let this be the reason you did it."
"Amy'll tell."
"I'll handle Amy," he said easily, knowing it was true. His usual methods may not have worked with the wanna-be doc, but Trevor Wolff did not have only one way to get through to a girl. Besides, he had plenty on Amy if it got that far. Which it wouldn't.
Mitchell chewed on his thumbnail, eyeing Trevor, who wanted to jump up and down with glee. The guy was teetering on the edge. All he needed now was one little push and he'd do most of the jumping himself.
"It's a chick magnet."
"Just one," Mitchell said. "One hole, one ear."
Giggling, Trevor ran for an ice cube. When he got back, Mitchell was sitting on the edge of his bed, hair pushed back behind his left ear, hands braced on his knees. "Make it fast."
"The ice's gotta have time to work. You don't want to feel it, do you?"
Mitchell swallowed hard and Trevor handed him the ice. "Hold it on your ear until you think your ear'll fall off." He pulled out his lighter and produced a pin from a pocket.
"You sure you know what you're doing?"
"I did Jeremy and Eliza's after HJ did mine," he said. "Wait. I gotta find the… Put the ice back on!"
It was in his denim jacket pocket. The earring they'd leave in while the hole healed. The same one he'd used, the same one he'd let Jeremy borrow, and the same one he'd stolen right out of Jeremy's head when the dumbshit wasn't looking.
Trevor held its post and the needle in the lighter's flame. Mitchell turned paler than he normally was.
"Okay," Trev said when the ice had melted away and Mitchell was swearing about how his hand felt. The wuss had been impressive in the way he'd held onto that frozen water; if it was a test of manlihood like HJ had insisted, the blonde idiot in front of him had passed with flying colors. "Can you feel this?" he asked, poking at the air beside Mitchell's head.
"Nope."
"Good," Trev said and jammed the pin through Mitchell's ear.
Mitchell swallowed a scream that still managed to get halfway out -- and then passed out. Trevor caught him and laid him gently on his right side, left ear facing out.
"Easier this way," he said to no one in particular since he doubted Mitchell was up for listening and engaging in conversation.
The first hole went so easily that Trevor dug two more starter earrings out of his jacket and gave Mitchell a grand total of three.
He crossed his arms and nodded, satisfied with his work. So what if Patterson and Sonya didn't like it? They'd never throw their precious baby out of their house. Not them. No way, no how.
This is part of Rhian's Poetry Train; jump on aboard. As you can see, you don't have to post poetry. (Wink to Karen)
Also, I hope you're looking for some Hidden Treasures to spend the summer with. The contest begins whenever you want to read; remember to post your reviews online starting July 15. Scroll down for more info; sticky post or something similar coming soon.
"I'm not being a wuss, dickhead. I don't want an earring."
"How can you be a respectable rock star without a pierced ear? Name me one single fucking star out there who doesn't have at least one hole in his ear."
Trevor could tell from Mitchell's face that the guy didn't even realize most stars had ears, let alone shit dangling from them. Too, he could tell that the idiot didn't think that image meant a single fucking thing.
Waiting Mitchell out was useless, so Trevor filled the space with his cigarette. When it was all but gone, Trevor sighed. Smoke that hadn't escaped his lungs chose right then to come out his nose; he decided he understood how dragons felt.
"Look," he told Mitchell, "it's no big deal."
"Tell that to Ma. She'll kill me if I let you do this. And then she'll kill you for doing it!"
"No, she won't. Not if you're serious about this band thing."
"I am, Trev, and you know it. You fucking know I am!" Mitchell crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. "But I gotta draw the line somewhere, and I'm drawing it at earrings!"
"No one's gonna think your ass is gay," Trevor drawled. "Despite what Amy did over the end-of-day announcements that one time. No one bought it then and no one'll buy it now." He ground out his cigarette in the ashtray Mitchell's mother had given then when she'd given up the battle to keep her precious baby boy from smoking.
"That's not the problem."
"Yeah, and I'm already a fucking rock star." Trevor eyed Mitchell, convinced he knew what the guy was about to whine: it'll hurt, Trev.
"Dad," Mitchell said instead. "He meant it when he said he'd kick me out of the house if I do it."
Trevor sighed as loudly as he could. How stupid was Mitchell? "That's why you grew your hair out, asshole."
"I thought it was to get girls."
"Well, since it didn't work for you, let this be the reason you did it."
"Amy'll tell."
"I'll handle Amy," he said easily, knowing it was true. His usual methods may not have worked with the wanna-be doc, but Trevor Wolff did not have only one way to get through to a girl. Besides, he had plenty on Amy if it got that far. Which it wouldn't.
Mitchell chewed on his thumbnail, eyeing Trevor, who wanted to jump up and down with glee. The guy was teetering on the edge. All he needed now was one little push and he'd do most of the jumping himself.
"It's a chick magnet."
"Just one," Mitchell said. "One hole, one ear."
Giggling, Trevor ran for an ice cube. When he got back, Mitchell was sitting on the edge of his bed, hair pushed back behind his left ear, hands braced on his knees. "Make it fast."
"The ice's gotta have time to work. You don't want to feel it, do you?"
Mitchell swallowed hard and Trevor handed him the ice. "Hold it on your ear until you think your ear'll fall off." He pulled out his lighter and produced a pin from a pocket.
"You sure you know what you're doing?"
"I did Jeremy and Eliza's after HJ did mine," he said. "Wait. I gotta find the… Put the ice back on!"
It was in his denim jacket pocket. The earring they'd leave in while the hole healed. The same one he'd used, the same one he'd let Jeremy borrow, and the same one he'd stolen right out of Jeremy's head when the dumbshit wasn't looking.
Trevor held its post and the needle in the lighter's flame. Mitchell turned paler than he normally was.
"Okay," Trev said when the ice had melted away and Mitchell was swearing about how his hand felt. The wuss had been impressive in the way he'd held onto that frozen water; if it was a test of manlihood like HJ had insisted, the blonde idiot in front of him had passed with flying colors. "Can you feel this?" he asked, poking at the air beside Mitchell's head.
"Nope."
"Good," Trev said and jammed the pin through Mitchell's ear.
Mitchell swallowed a scream that still managed to get halfway out -- and then passed out. Trevor caught him and laid him gently on his right side, left ear facing out.
"Easier this way," he said to no one in particular since he doubted Mitchell was up for listening and engaging in conversation.
The first hole went so easily that Trevor dug two more starter earrings out of his jacket and gave Mitchell a grand total of three.
He crossed his arms and nodded, satisfied with his work. So what if Patterson and Sonya didn't like it? They'd never throw their precious baby out of their house. Not them. No way, no how.
This is part of Rhian's Poetry Train; jump on aboard. As you can see, you don't have to post poetry. (Wink to Karen)
Also, I hope you're looking for some Hidden Treasures to spend the summer with. The contest begins whenever you want to read; remember to post your reviews online starting July 15. Scroll down for more info; sticky post or something similar coming soon.
Labels: creative writing, earrings, fiction, Mitchell, outtake, Poetry Train, Trevor
