Water and Salt
“I had enough common sense to change my name. I’m Synyster Gates.”
Friday, 10:00 PM – Sacred Heart School for Girls
Poppy looks extremely agile for somebody who’d never jumped out a window. Maybe even too agile, Addison thinks as she watches her friend disappear out of the window. The brunette runs to the window and looks down, wanting to make sure her friends didn’t break her leg or anything. She didn’t.
Jimmy is waiting outside for Poppy to arrive. He’s smoking a cigarette and watches her as she runs towards his car. At first, thinking she was wearing high heels, he wondered how she could do it but then he realized she was wearing an old pair of black Converse All Star that didn’t exactly match with her outfit or her persona whatsoever; and he’s right when he thinks that maybe they’re not hers: they’re Addison’s.
Penelope gets into his car without saying a word, she lights up a cigarette (which is Addison’s as well) and leans back against the seat, slightly opening her legs. Her attitude is meant to show what a woman she is, but Jimmy doesn’t exactly catch that. Instead, with just one quick glance he notices how, underneath that way too short skirt, she isn’t wearing underwear. He smiles, but he thinks it’s kind of sad.
“Where are we going?” She finally asks, tilting her head to the side.
“To the stars.” He jokes. Maybe she’s seen Titanic, but if she has, she doesn’t remember, because she doesn’t reply. Instead, she laughs, a little bit too loudly, as if he said something extremely funny. He shows her a worn out smile then drives away.
He’s been thinking about too many things lately; too many and all of them at the same time, which is never, ever a good thing.
He hasn’t been able to sleep very well since he saw her. He can’t deny what he’s done in the past, then why does it seem like she doesn’t know anything at all? From the few words he exchanged with her he could tell she knew everything, but it’s almost as if she doesn’t care that much or at all. She’s never been rude to him and seemed really happy when he got her that vinyl, although he still wondered why he felt the need to get her such a present in such a clumsy way. He was sure about something though: he didn’t buy that Johnny Cash vinyl to apologize for all the things he’s done to her sister. No. He simply wanted to do something nice for her, for no reason whatsoever.
But why does she act like this? Why isn’t she being a bitch to him? She should hate him with her whole self.
He’s never thought he’d meet Lena’s sister, not after what happened. The girl hadn’t even mentioned having a sister until one night, when they were too drunk to hold back anything and Lena hoped he forgot about her words, but he didn’t.
“Look at the stars, Lena.” Jimmy said, raising his hand holding the sixth bottle of beer of that night. It wasn’t the only alcohol he had, so he was definitely drunk. But he was used to it. She was used to it.
She wrapped leaned back against him and looked up, following his hand with his eyes. He was standing behind her, an arm wrapped around her. Thankfully, he was leaning back against the wall otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to stand up and hold his girlfriend.
“What about them?”
“The stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.” He said, quoting one of the last books he read, Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami. He found it on a bookshelf in a coffee shop. He read the first couple of pages while he was drinking his coffee and right after leaving the place, he went to the book store to get a copy.
Lena slowly moved his hand up, gently caressing his neck with her fingertips. She closed her eyes as he kept talking.
“What I’ve up till now, what I’m going to do — they know it all. Nothing gets past their watchful eyes.”
She closed her eyes and smiled softly. He wasn’t always like this; it was the first time she’d seen him like this and he reminded her of her sister and without much thinking, she spoke
“You sound like Gin.”
Jimmy frowned, letting go of the stars above them to look down at her. “Who’s Gin?”
“My sister.” She whispered, still staring at the stars. She’d never mentioned her before and she wasn’t even sure why. Sometimes Zacky would ask her about Virginia, asking her how she was doing, but the truth was, she had no idea. She’d send her letters and photographs, but she never included an address or a phone number so her sister could contact her.
Jimmy kissed Lena’s shoulder then took a sip of his beer.
“You never told me you had a sister.”
She shrugged. “You never asked.”
“What are you think about?” Poppy asks, smirking at him.
Jimmy widens his smile, but this time is more genuine. He turns his head to look at her and he knows his blue eyes have some sort of turn on effect on her. “About ghosts, baby.” He answers, noticing how she looks at him as if he was God. “I’m thinking about ghosts.”
Saturday, 6 PM – Brian & Suzy Haner’s house, 3928 Holly Lane
Jimmy hasn’t slept at all. He looks around, not understanding why the hell he chose to meet up with Poppy that Friday, the day before the barbecue at the Haners’.
“The bags under your eyes are awful.” Johnny says, as he approaches him. He has an arm around Lacey, almost as if he’s trying to protect her for anybody who would want to steal her from him. Jimmy smiles at both of them and rubs his right eye, behind his glasses. He really didn’t want to wear his glasses today, but was too lazy and way too hangover to put his contact lenses on.
Brian runs towards them and he does it in a way that makes him look like the idiot he is.
“Hey guys, how–CHRIST, JIMMY! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”
“Don’t yell, Jesus! My head is about to explode.”
Brian glares at him. “DAD!” He says, looking straight into his best friend’s eyes. “CAN YOU BRING ME SOME ADVIL AND COFFEE?”
“ARE YOU SICK?” Papa Gates yells back at his son, not moving an inch away from the barbecue he’s just turned on.
“NO, FAJ.”
“FAJ?”
“FIRST AID JIMMY.”
That shouting made Jimmy’s headache even worst, and as he squeezes his eyes shut hoping the pain would go away this way, he says: “Please, stop yelling.”
In the meantime, less than thirty seconds after his words, Matt arrives with a cup filled with coffee and two pills.
“Drink, you animal.”
All for of them lift their heads up, almost as if they were all hit by some sort of inspiration. Lacey is the only one who looks around, not really inspired or interested by the possibility that Drink, you animal could become the next Avenged Sevenfold single. Nobody says anything and Jimmy gulps down the pills with almost all the coffee until it the liquid goes down the wrong way. He’s already seen that couple before. That evening at the restaurant. Mrs. Baker almost trips over the table as she gets up to greet the two.
“SANDRA!”
“MARIA!”
Everybody’s yelling again, poor Jimmy, while Zacky’s father shakes Robert Collins’ hand. Suddenly, she appears. She’s holding a box that’s probably from some bakery shop. Jimmy doesn’t know why he’s now so interested in the color of that box, but probably it’s so he doesn’t have to glance up and meet her eyes. Nobody takes a step towards her, not even Zacky who’s the closest to her, until finally Johnny do it. Lacey follows him, curious to meet this new girl. Jimmy realizes that he just can’t stare at the box forever, so he glances up and notices that his sister Katie is already in front of her.
Gin is wearing a long dress and here’s a long tear on the left; he wonders how long it is, because he can’t tell. That’s not exactly the classic outfit for a barbecue and especially not one organized two days before Christmas. The dress is black with floral print and the box she’s holding is Tiffany blue. But who cares? Since when does he pay attention to this stuff? Maybe he’s turning gay, too. Everybody’s turning gay. The sun is warm but it’s still December, even in California, and she’s wearing an ivory cardigan. An ivory cardigan and light blonde hair that moves with or without her when she tries to ignore the wind and look at the people who are in front of her.
When she finally looks at Jimmy, it’s almost as if she does it in slow motion and Zacky turns his head towards his friends to see any kind of reaction from him, to see if there’s any kind of interest for Gin, who may be an old friend but Zacky still feels like he has to protect her from the monsters that are his friends. Jimmy, however, looks calm and doesn’t say anything. He simply raises his hand, the one who’s holding the cup of coffee. Not a smile, not a word. Nothing. She smiles softly at him, quickly waving at him. And then Johnny appears. Wait. What is Johnny doing with Gin?
He’s being a civil person, that’s what he’s doing.
“Hey!”
“Hi!”
They both look at each other, smiling, then Johnny tilts his head towards Katie. “Have you met Jimmy’s sister?”
“Of course she has, Jonathan!” Katie says, taking the box and bringing it inside. Why does the Sullivans always have to be so quick-tempered?
“She’s Lacey, my girlfriend.”
“Oh! It’s so nice to meet you!”
Finally, a girlfriend! Gin thinks. She and Lacey bond immediately and start speaking of Gin’s dress while the blonde compliments the other about her earrings and shoes. At some point, Gin excuses herself and looks around, almost trying to find something and that thing is Zacky. James Baker picks her up as if she was made of air and she laughs; finally, when he finally puts her down, she hugs Zacky as if they haven’t seen each other in a very long time.
“Do you think something’s going on between them?” Brian asks Jimmy, looking at them from the other side of the backyard.
“I have a headache.” Jimmy answers, as he watches Maria and Sandra talk to each other and almost yelling at each other from excitement. He’s disgusted.
“She’s not one of us, huh?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, she’s more like… I don’t know, the country club kind of type, maybe? With her pretty dresses, that pretty face, and especially that Andrew… With a name like that, Andrew…”
“What’s wrong with Andrew?”
“It’s a high-up name.”
“It’s a normal name. You also have a normal name, Brian. I have one too. My name is James, not… I dunno, Egbert.”
“Glad to know you still remember your name. Anyway, I didn’t mean this. I meant something else.”
“What?”
“I had enough common sense to change my name. I’m Synyster Gates.”
“Common sense? Seriously?”
“Ah. At least I picked a short name; not like you, The Reverend Tholomew Plague.”
Jimmy rolls his eyes and keeps looking at Gin who’s still with her and Zacky’s; Brian, instead, is focused on her dress. It seems like it shocked him once and for all.
“Look at her.” He says, almost wisely. “What is she wearing?”
“Chill, fashion police.”
“She looks like she has to attend a wedding!” Brian continues his comment, “It’s so not for a barbecue.”
“I don’t know if it’s a problem but it certainly isn’t for her. Besides, I’d like to remind you that we exactly didn't fit in, so…”
“Yeah.” Brian says, glancing up at him. “Speaking of which, why are you dressed like you have attend a funeral?”
Jimmy looks down at his all black outfit. “Why? What’s wrong with it?”
“You look like a 6’5’’ tall, ugly crow. That’s what’s wrong with it.”
Jimmy doesn’t get the chance to reply because a noise behind them forces them to turn around: some of Papa Gates neighbors decided it’s a great time to blow up fireworks. When they turn their attention to the backyard, they both jump, scared.
“Hi.” Gin says, softly chuckling because of their reaction. “I didn’t want to scare you.”
“Hi, baby. Don’t worry, you didn’t scare us.” Brian says, leaning with a hand on Jimmy to ease the trembling in his legs.
Papa Gates yells Brian’s name, who runs, with his trembling legs, towards the barbecue.
Jimmy and Gin stand there, alone, without saying a word. They’re simply looking at each other. She’s a bit embarrassed, but Jimmy appears calm as always.
“Hi, little fairy.” He says, making her smile.
She tilts her head to the side and nods. “You look good.”
“I’ve got a bad headache.”
“No, I meant that you look good with your glasses on. Oh, and since I’m already here…”
Jimmy hasn’t noticed Gin moving her hands up to reach his head, her cold fingertips touching his temples and massaging them. He closes his eyes without thinking; in less than a minute, it seems like the headache is gone, but maybe it’s just the power of suggestion.
“It’s something my grandma used to do when I was a kid and my head hurt.”
“It works.” Jimmy reassures her. They way she slowly moves his hair away from his face, her fingertips on his temples: all of this, Advil and coffee made him a new man, ready to yell back at Brian for being such a dick earlier.
Her arms fall down her body and he finally opens his eyes, meeting hers. “You’re extraordinary.”
“I don’t know. A Little Piece of Heaven is extraordinary.”
Jimmy smiles; she smiles at the grass, embarrassed again. She’s afraid she said too much.
“I’m glad you like it. Quite violent as well, though. Maybe even more than Folsom Prison Blues.”
“I like cruel things.”
Gin realizes the double meaning of her words and so does he; in fact, they both look at each other and laugh.
“Gin, look… About Lena, I–” Jimmy suddenly says, but her words stop him. Her eyes are slightly darker, or maybe it’s just his imagination.
“There’s nothing to say, Jimmy. Really.” She says, “Let’s go back to the others.”
As they walk towards their friends and family, Jimmy thinks about something he thought about earlier, so he looks down at her dress.
“Can I ask you something?” He asks.
“Sure.”
“How long is that tear?” He says, pointing at her dress with his eyes. Gin stares at him for a brief moment, surprised, then smiles widely. She slowly pulls away the skirt of her dress and Jimmy notices how now her leg is almost completely exposed, the tear starting from around the middle of her thigh. “Long. I didn’t think it would be that long.” He says, looking away.
Gin lets go of the skirt of her dress and smiles. “My skirt won’t open so much unless someone does it on purpose.”
“Don’t worry.” He reassures her, with a hint of irony in his voice. “I know you’re a good girl.”
She laughs. “The worst kind.” She jokes and for a moment the look at each other, amused, before joining the others to finally eat that food Papa Gates has been so kind to make for everyone.
Poppy looks extremely agile for somebody who’d never jumped out a window. Maybe even too agile, Addison thinks as she watches her friend disappear out of the window. The brunette runs to the window and looks down, wanting to make sure her friends didn’t break her leg or anything. She didn’t.
Jimmy is waiting outside for Poppy to arrive. He’s smoking a cigarette and watches her as she runs towards his car. At first, thinking she was wearing high heels, he wondered how she could do it but then he realized she was wearing an old pair of black Converse All Star that didn’t exactly match with her outfit or her persona whatsoever; and he’s right when he thinks that maybe they’re not hers: they’re Addison’s.
Penelope gets into his car without saying a word, she lights up a cigarette (which is Addison’s as well) and leans back against the seat, slightly opening her legs. Her attitude is meant to show what a woman she is, but Jimmy doesn’t exactly catch that. Instead, with just one quick glance he notices how, underneath that way too short skirt, she isn’t wearing underwear. He smiles, but he thinks it’s kind of sad.
“Where are we going?” She finally asks, tilting her head to the side.
“To the stars.” He jokes. Maybe she’s seen Titanic, but if she has, she doesn’t remember, because she doesn’t reply. Instead, she laughs, a little bit too loudly, as if he said something extremely funny. He shows her a worn out smile then drives away.
He’s been thinking about too many things lately; too many and all of them at the same time, which is never, ever a good thing.
He hasn’t been able to sleep very well since he saw her. He can’t deny what he’s done in the past, then why does it seem like she doesn’t know anything at all? From the few words he exchanged with her he could tell she knew everything, but it’s almost as if she doesn’t care that much or at all. She’s never been rude to him and seemed really happy when he got her that vinyl, although he still wondered why he felt the need to get her such a present in such a clumsy way. He was sure about something though: he didn’t buy that Johnny Cash vinyl to apologize for all the things he’s done to her sister. No. He simply wanted to do something nice for her, for no reason whatsoever.
But why does she act like this? Why isn’t she being a bitch to him? She should hate him with her whole self.
He’s never thought he’d meet Lena’s sister, not after what happened. The girl hadn’t even mentioned having a sister until one night, when they were too drunk to hold back anything and Lena hoped he forgot about her words, but he didn’t.
“Look at the stars, Lena.” Jimmy said, raising his hand holding the sixth bottle of beer of that night. It wasn’t the only alcohol he had, so he was definitely drunk. But he was used to it. She was used to it.
She wrapped leaned back against him and looked up, following his hand with his eyes. He was standing behind her, an arm wrapped around her. Thankfully, he was leaning back against the wall otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to stand up and hold his girlfriend.
“What about them?”
“The stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.” He said, quoting one of the last books he read, Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami. He found it on a bookshelf in a coffee shop. He read the first couple of pages while he was drinking his coffee and right after leaving the place, he went to the book store to get a copy.
Lena slowly moved his hand up, gently caressing his neck with her fingertips. She closed her eyes as he kept talking.
“What I’ve up till now, what I’m going to do — they know it all. Nothing gets past their watchful eyes.”
She closed her eyes and smiled softly. He wasn’t always like this; it was the first time she’d seen him like this and he reminded her of her sister and without much thinking, she spoke
“You sound like Gin.”
Jimmy frowned, letting go of the stars above them to look down at her. “Who’s Gin?”
“My sister.” She whispered, still staring at the stars. She’d never mentioned her before and she wasn’t even sure why. Sometimes Zacky would ask her about Virginia, asking her how she was doing, but the truth was, she had no idea. She’d send her letters and photographs, but she never included an address or a phone number so her sister could contact her.
Jimmy kissed Lena’s shoulder then took a sip of his beer.
“You never told me you had a sister.”
She shrugged. “You never asked.”
“What are you think about?” Poppy asks, smirking at him.
Jimmy widens his smile, but this time is more genuine. He turns his head to look at her and he knows his blue eyes have some sort of turn on effect on her. “About ghosts, baby.” He answers, noticing how she looks at him as if he was God. “I’m thinking about ghosts.”
Saturday, 6 PM – Brian & Suzy Haner’s house, 3928 Holly Lane
Jimmy hasn’t slept at all. He looks around, not understanding why the hell he chose to meet up with Poppy that Friday, the day before the barbecue at the Haners’.
“The bags under your eyes are awful.” Johnny says, as he approaches him. He has an arm around Lacey, almost as if he’s trying to protect her for anybody who would want to steal her from him. Jimmy smiles at both of them and rubs his right eye, behind his glasses. He really didn’t want to wear his glasses today, but was too lazy and way too hangover to put his contact lenses on.
Brian runs towards them and he does it in a way that makes him look like the idiot he is.
“Hey guys, how–CHRIST, JIMMY! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”
“Don’t yell, Jesus! My head is about to explode.”
Brian glares at him. “DAD!” He says, looking straight into his best friend’s eyes. “CAN YOU BRING ME SOME ADVIL AND COFFEE?”
“ARE YOU SICK?” Papa Gates yells back at his son, not moving an inch away from the barbecue he’s just turned on.
“NO, FAJ.”
“FAJ?”
“FIRST AID JIMMY.”
That shouting made Jimmy’s headache even worst, and as he squeezes his eyes shut hoping the pain would go away this way, he says: “Please, stop yelling.”
In the meantime, less than thirty seconds after his words, Matt arrives with a cup filled with coffee and two pills.
“Drink, you animal.”
All for of them lift their heads up, almost as if they were all hit by some sort of inspiration. Lacey is the only one who looks around, not really inspired or interested by the possibility that Drink, you animal could become the next Avenged Sevenfold single. Nobody says anything and Jimmy gulps down the pills with almost all the coffee until it the liquid goes down the wrong way. He’s already seen that couple before. That evening at the restaurant. Mrs. Baker almost trips over the table as she gets up to greet the two.
“SANDRA!”
“MARIA!”
Everybody’s yelling again, poor Jimmy, while Zacky’s father shakes Robert Collins’ hand. Suddenly, she appears. She’s holding a box that’s probably from some bakery shop. Jimmy doesn’t know why he’s now so interested in the color of that box, but probably it’s so he doesn’t have to glance up and meet her eyes. Nobody takes a step towards her, not even Zacky who’s the closest to her, until finally Johnny do it. Lacey follows him, curious to meet this new girl. Jimmy realizes that he just can’t stare at the box forever, so he glances up and notices that his sister Katie is already in front of her.
Gin is wearing a long dress and here’s a long tear on the left; he wonders how long it is, because he can’t tell. That’s not exactly the classic outfit for a barbecue and especially not one organized two days before Christmas. The dress is black with floral print and the box she’s holding is Tiffany blue. But who cares? Since when does he pay attention to this stuff? Maybe he’s turning gay, too. Everybody’s turning gay. The sun is warm but it’s still December, even in California, and she’s wearing an ivory cardigan. An ivory cardigan and light blonde hair that moves with or without her when she tries to ignore the wind and look at the people who are in front of her.
When she finally looks at Jimmy, it’s almost as if she does it in slow motion and Zacky turns his head towards his friends to see any kind of reaction from him, to see if there’s any kind of interest for Gin, who may be an old friend but Zacky still feels like he has to protect her from the monsters that are his friends. Jimmy, however, looks calm and doesn’t say anything. He simply raises his hand, the one who’s holding the cup of coffee. Not a smile, not a word. Nothing. She smiles softly at him, quickly waving at him. And then Johnny appears. Wait. What is Johnny doing with Gin?
He’s being a civil person, that’s what he’s doing.
“Hey!”
“Hi!”
They both look at each other, smiling, then Johnny tilts his head towards Katie. “Have you met Jimmy’s sister?”
“Of course she has, Jonathan!” Katie says, taking the box and bringing it inside. Why does the Sullivans always have to be so quick-tempered?
“She’s Lacey, my girlfriend.”
“Oh! It’s so nice to meet you!”
Finally, a girlfriend! Gin thinks. She and Lacey bond immediately and start speaking of Gin’s dress while the blonde compliments the other about her earrings and shoes. At some point, Gin excuses herself and looks around, almost trying to find something and that thing is Zacky. James Baker picks her up as if she was made of air and she laughs; finally, when he finally puts her down, she hugs Zacky as if they haven’t seen each other in a very long time.
“Do you think something’s going on between them?” Brian asks Jimmy, looking at them from the other side of the backyard.
“I have a headache.” Jimmy answers, as he watches Maria and Sandra talk to each other and almost yelling at each other from excitement. He’s disgusted.
“She’s not one of us, huh?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, she’s more like… I don’t know, the country club kind of type, maybe? With her pretty dresses, that pretty face, and especially that Andrew… With a name like that, Andrew…”
“What’s wrong with Andrew?”
“It’s a high-up name.”
“It’s a normal name. You also have a normal name, Brian. I have one too. My name is James, not… I dunno, Egbert.”
“Glad to know you still remember your name. Anyway, I didn’t mean this. I meant something else.”
“What?”
“I had enough common sense to change my name. I’m Synyster Gates.”
“Common sense? Seriously?”
“Ah. At least I picked a short name; not like you, The Reverend Tholomew Plague.”
Jimmy rolls his eyes and keeps looking at Gin who’s still with her and Zacky’s; Brian, instead, is focused on her dress. It seems like it shocked him once and for all.
“Look at her.” He says, almost wisely. “What is she wearing?”
“Chill, fashion police.”
“She looks like she has to attend a wedding!” Brian continues his comment, “It’s so not for a barbecue.”
“I don’t know if it’s a problem but it certainly isn’t for her. Besides, I’d like to remind you that we exactly didn't fit in, so…”
“Yeah.” Brian says, glancing up at him. “Speaking of which, why are you dressed like you have attend a funeral?”
Jimmy looks down at his all black outfit. “Why? What’s wrong with it?”
“You look like a 6’5’’ tall, ugly crow. That’s what’s wrong with it.”
Jimmy doesn’t get the chance to reply because a noise behind them forces them to turn around: some of Papa Gates neighbors decided it’s a great time to blow up fireworks. When they turn their attention to the backyard, they both jump, scared.
“Hi.” Gin says, softly chuckling because of their reaction. “I didn’t want to scare you.”
“Hi, baby. Don’t worry, you didn’t scare us.” Brian says, leaning with a hand on Jimmy to ease the trembling in his legs.
Papa Gates yells Brian’s name, who runs, with his trembling legs, towards the barbecue.
Jimmy and Gin stand there, alone, without saying a word. They’re simply looking at each other. She’s a bit embarrassed, but Jimmy appears calm as always.
“Hi, little fairy.” He says, making her smile.
She tilts her head to the side and nods. “You look good.”
“I’ve got a bad headache.”
“No, I meant that you look good with your glasses on. Oh, and since I’m already here…”
Jimmy hasn’t noticed Gin moving her hands up to reach his head, her cold fingertips touching his temples and massaging them. He closes his eyes without thinking; in less than a minute, it seems like the headache is gone, but maybe it’s just the power of suggestion.
“It’s something my grandma used to do when I was a kid and my head hurt.”
“It works.” Jimmy reassures her. They way she slowly moves his hair away from his face, her fingertips on his temples: all of this, Advil and coffee made him a new man, ready to yell back at Brian for being such a dick earlier.
Her arms fall down her body and he finally opens his eyes, meeting hers. “You’re extraordinary.”
“I don’t know. A Little Piece of Heaven is extraordinary.”
Jimmy smiles; she smiles at the grass, embarrassed again. She’s afraid she said too much.
“I’m glad you like it. Quite violent as well, though. Maybe even more than Folsom Prison Blues.”
“I like cruel things.”
Gin realizes the double meaning of her words and so does he; in fact, they both look at each other and laugh.
“Gin, look… About Lena, I–” Jimmy suddenly says, but her words stop him. Her eyes are slightly darker, or maybe it’s just his imagination.
“There’s nothing to say, Jimmy. Really.” She says, “Let’s go back to the others.”
As they walk towards their friends and family, Jimmy thinks about something he thought about earlier, so he looks down at her dress.
“Can I ask you something?” He asks.
“Sure.”
“How long is that tear?” He says, pointing at her dress with his eyes. Gin stares at him for a brief moment, surprised, then smiles widely. She slowly pulls away the skirt of her dress and Jimmy notices how now her leg is almost completely exposed, the tear starting from around the middle of her thigh. “Long. I didn’t think it would be that long.” He says, looking away.
Gin lets go of the skirt of her dress and smiles. “My skirt won’t open so much unless someone does it on purpose.”
“Don’t worry.” He reassures her, with a hint of irony in his voice. “I know you’re a good girl.”
She laughs. “The worst kind.” She jokes and for a moment the look at each other, amused, before joining the others to finally eat that food Papa Gates has been so kind to make for everyone.
Notes
Hellooo! This is part one of who knows? of the party haha I really hope you enjoy!
As usual, a big thank you to my loyal Hollie, Avengedlover, Kdennis9 and seventhtrumpet for commenting <3
Ohhh someone's got a crush! Dump the boring fella and get it on with a rockstar... so much more exciting :P ;-)
5/8/17