of Roh & Fairy
Chapter 5
Black- Living Nightmare
The fish is staring at him. With only one eye.
He's lying on the flat, lifeless, and lays Dylan with one eye because the other has remained cruelly submerged under a pyramid of boiled potatoes.
"do not you tender?" seems to ask. "Do not you think the saddest thing in the world??"
Sighing, he laid his fork on the table. The sole
Ash Ash is staring - she, with both eyes - but her brother does not seem in any way touched by the story.
"Well?" Do not you eat? " he asks, sinking the knife into the bowels of his victim.
Dylan has always hated lunch in the school canteen - nobody cares to ever serve food in a less shocking. Less brutal.
This, in its view, speaks volumes about the level of civilization that we can expect from public education.
For years, again to his parents that school will end up brutalized - the feeling that no one should force their children to grow in this environment.
Needless to say, has never been heard.
The only thing is that it is satisfied at least, fortunately, the enamel has today is proving to be quite adequate to the mournful occasion. Black
living nightmare.
If he felt, he would be perfect.
On the other hand, his mood was already quite dark when he moved to sack the usual the usual perfume tester in front of the school, before coming to class: not yet managed to console himself for the failure of his plan - has not yet been able to develop an alternative. And the days are passing, in the meantime.
Ash as merciless with its sole.
Sometimes it really seems everything is lost now - that there are no more hope.
Intent, remove the pot with a forlorn gesture.
"But you can know that you?" asks his brother, watching him curiously. "Discovered some double-headed?"
course, can not understand, nor was the school, in fact, to produce the sensitivity of those devastating Ash.
He is so kind, unfortunately. In
more, he's chilling ability to call to mind always his worst nightmares. The most secret fears.
"split ends??" In fact, says Dylan. Alarmed. "For me they're being split ends??"
"Absolutely not," replied his brother, seraphic. "If I had, I'd understand the face of a funeral. ... But this"
"So, let me take prevents some heart attacks. Thank you," he mutters. The still beating heart as after a stroke - such as when the teacher calls his name the question of mathematics.
Now that I think, is also planned that. In the afternoon.
Seriously, today is the day suitable for suicide. Could
jump since the window ledge - meditate - but no, too much blood. It takes something more worthy, something that can also guarantee a certain elegance to her body. Poison, maybe. He was crying.
"Oh, but there's Candy!" suddenly jumps up, almost startled by her brother. "And Babs!" adds, entranced.
"Are you kidding?" Ash yelled, turning to check the shutter. "Shit ... But not you going to call them here!?"
"Hey Baca, hey!"
"Dee!" exclaims one of the girls, one blonde, facendoglisi meeting with his lunch tray. "Ommioddio but glaze cool!"
"Dee, but it is a living nightmare??" the other squeaks.
Dylan to get your hands in delight. They are his best friends, the ones: her loves. Both
cheerleaders for years, both very popular, both leading experts in cosmetics. And he adores.
The day could not appear with their selections for the cheerleaders, remember, was the absolute worst of his life. He
still have nightmares sometimes. It is still bad, every game of the basketball team.
"Where did you find it??" Candy is wondering - the blonde - who were studying the reflections of the enamel.
"I thought it was not yet on the market!" cries Babs.
"Oh, but keep it on display right here below!"
"In perfumery front of the school?? "
" I swear! This morning I felt I was there ... "
" Dee, see you later, "Ash interrupted him, getting up quickly." There is that Jordan is calling me ... "
Sisi ..." he says. Without badargli.
and return to tell how he found the glaze - how it happened that he decided to choose just one, and how committed they have looked bad for the umpteenth time - if not raising her eyes discovered the eyes of two girls both point in the same direction. On the back of his brother, exactly.
On his hurried flight.
"Say, but then you talk with your parents?" application Babs, pointing with his chin.
Sighing, he shakes his head.
"I do not seem to give too much weight to the matter, unfortunately ..."
"No, but because it looks worse every day ..."
"It is becoming increasingly cranky!"
"Yeah ..." he admits Dylan, dejected. "I do not understand how my worry that they may not always be around so ruffled. Slaying sole as if nothing had happened ..."
"And only socializes with his iPod ..." adds Candy.
He nods. "That is not remotely interested in cosmetics ..."
"It seems incredible that you are twins ..." says Babs, leaning over to look at himself in the glass of the glass. "And with the Where's My Car, instead? "question again." How is with him? "
" Oh ... With Chris, the situation is even more catastrophic ... "is forced to reveal Dylan.
With depressed air, shrugs.
" I can not understand what his problem, honestly. Why is that okay still a man, okay that you can expect great things from the aesthetic sensibility of a male. But still, it would be obvious even to an orangutan as I'm cute. And sexy. And undesirable ... "
" It seems to me impossible that you do not known, Dee! "Says Candy, indignantly." Are you sure that you have adopted the right strategy? "
" But he just laughed my boa !!!!! !! " he screams. "I called bird !!!!!!!!"
"Exactly." With the manner of an expert, Candy's glances. "I fear you may have over the ..."
"Overrated?" Dylan repeated, cocking his back. It shifts the gaze from
Candy Babs, in the silence that follows. Candy From Babs.
The two friends are cleared his throat, as if undecided whether or not to something very important.
"Dee. You're still a kid, unfortunately inexperienced ..." began the blonde finally, cautiously. "You do not have enough experience of life. Men."
"Well. I know you are human brutes!" he protests.
"Yeah." Shaking his head, Babs sighed. "But still ad aspettarti da loro reazioni troppo raffinate. Troppo complesse. Capisci?"
"No," ammette Dylan.
Scambiandosi un'occhiata, le due ragazzine si sporgono sul tavolo per parlargli a bassa voce.
"Dee, rifletti. Prova a metterti nell'ottica giusta. Se tu fossi un essere primitivo, quale sarebbe la tua priorità?"
"Procurarmi una pelle di leopardo!" esclama lui, deliziato.
"Ma no!" Le due sospirano - all'unisono. "No, prima ancora! Prima ancora di pensare alla moda!"
Silenzio.
"Cogliere fiori per abbellire la spelonca?"
"Procacciarti cibo!" rivela Babs, sconfortata. "Da che mondo è mondo, Dee, il più elementare impulso umano riguarda la sopravvivenza. So the food. This imprint is left in the genetic code even now, you know? And the more the mindset of an individual is poorly articulated, the more food becomes the main driving force. "
" Really ... "he mutters Dylan - with a grimace.
Among other things, can not remember ever having heard Babs talk too much forbitamente.
"Chris does not seem like much early on ..." ventures.
front of him, however, Candy has raised an eyebrow.
"No?" presses. "So you want to say that breakfast is not the His first thought in the morning? Would you say that before you brush your hair? Whether you file your nails? "
" Hm ... "
" I'm sure would have decapitated the sole as did your brother, Dylan! Only potersela eat faster! "
" Okay, okay, "then gives him. Surrenderer.
Unfortunately, Chris is all too easy to imagine sitting at that table - sinking his fork firmly into the belly of the fish and its mouth chews with relish the tail.'s belly. And even the head - that surely would realize that there is even a head.
At least Ash has had the foresight to behead.
is recollecting the top of that now where he has already heard the odd terms Babs with whom you have just expressed: it was the biology class last Friday.
And that can only confirm that it is truth genuine. Facts that they have acquired by history, and generally recognized.
Men are primitive. Chris is primitive.
He shuddered, looking away from the eye of the sole.
"So what should I do?" question, wearily.
But the answer comes immediately: direct, precise. Brilliantly
consequential.
"Take me by the throat, right?" Candy grins.
Suddenly, as if Dylan's mind is open wide the doors of divine omniscience.
"Preparing a meal!" says, elated. "An aphrodisiac dinner!"
"Dinner very, very hot!" Babs nods, satisfied. "With shellfish, maybe."
"And so much pepper!"
"Paprika"
"Chili!"
"Ginger!"
"Oh God, oh God!" jumping on him, clapping his hands. "Should I even get drunk, you say ????"
"Oh, no!" Candy the brakes immediately. "No, absolutely not! Then there is the risk that not stood up more ..."
"Ah, true ..."
Pause.
"But I am not very clear one thing ..." she murmurs and then Dylan, absorbed. "How exactly that should happen then move on to dinner by sex? That is, I think more or less when aggredirà? After the lobster?"
"Ehhhhhh, it's not so simple!" her friend warns him back. "Remember the speech primitive mental structure, Dee. Need input! "
" A what? "
turning his eyes to heaven, the girls sigh.
" Dee. Focus, please. What is the most primitive appliance that comes to mind, hm? "
Frown, he moves quickly review the kitchen of his mother. Open every door. Each piece of furniture.
Carefully, he strives to see all the gadgets who remembers.
"The tritafagioli?" try finally.
Across the table, her friends stare at him still.
"The tritafagioli?" Babs repeated, slowly. "What the hell would a tritafagioli, Dee?"
"It a robot that my grandmother used to make vegetable soup ... " he says, cautiously. "I mean, I think not only trite beans, really. But she used it to chop those, here. And my mother. Maybe sometimes we even chop ..."
"Okay, go for the tritafagioli," concedes the other, waving hand. "So, imagine that Chris is a tritafagioli ..."
He laughs, amused.
Babs gives him a dirty look.
"Dylan. Please!" warns him, seriously. "Do you want or do not want it ... Where's My Car"
"Okay, okay. Chris is a tritafagioli."
"Good."
Pause.
"Now imagine that you have already provided to tritafagioli the key."
"Beans?"
"Exactly. It's chock full of beans, your machine. I've uploaded. And already the first step. "
" At this point, what you need to ensure that the tritafagioli into action? "Candy demand, with the most dazzling smile.
Dylan blinked. Stunned.
" Do not I know. My mother? "Question.
" But let it be your mother! God, Dylan, "said the friend, handing a slap." You need to insert the plug into the current, right? "
" input "Babs explains.
But he still does not understand. The idea of waking Chris turning them inside out wearing an electric shock to hundreds of volts does not seem much genius - certainly everything that you need to straighten him stand on end. Even hair. But it may come out a bit 'dazed, perhaps. Maybe even dead!
"So, translating the metaphor in practical terms," Candy again, and he is breathing a sigh of relief. Clear the mind the image of a half Chris charred.
Straighten your back, nodding.
"Translating the metaphor, I said, once you have the well-gorged Where's My Car chili and lobster, do not you will only have one thing to do to trigger the reaction erotica."
"trigger," he repeated, dazed. "The reaction erotica ..."
Silence.
"What?"
"Well. Do not really have an embarrassment of choice as to the options available," says Babs, stretching smile on the lip gloss. "You could try it with some sharp little speech, you could melt it with a massage or a little 'indiscretion." He chuckles. "You could also arrange a strip behind the screen like Kim Basinger in Nine and a half weeks."
"Like who?"
"But I would choose the strategy of the wine I were you," she resumed, without badargli. "It is always the best. Live, foolproof, fast. In addition, it also relies heavily on guilt. This is not to be underestimated."
"Simply put, Dee, at some point in the dinner you will have spilled wine on his pants," said Candy, more quietly. "Into believing it was him, crashing into the glass by accident. What it's his fault! "
" Your beautiful trousers ruined because of him! "groans Babs.
Candy launches urletto heartbreaking. The other echoed.
" Then you show him the trouble that combined ... "
" 'll touch him! "Babs laughs." Under the guise of helping get the stain to dry ... "
" And in the end informed him that going to change you, "Candy ends, triumphantly." disappear in the next room. And reappear before him wearing the dress more sexy and provocative in the world. Dramatic neckline. Vent chilling. You literally will jump on you, Dee! "
" Literally on him, the word "repeated the other.
And he puts his hand over his mouth, too also excited to say a word. Even to breathe.
He can not believe it.
hour before he was convinced he would die a virgin, who would have to resign themselves to the dullness of flat-ascetic existence, that all was lost.
But now again has a plan - and this time it's a plan that does not include bankruptcy. A brilliant plan! Vera strategy!
stirred, stretching his arms on the table to shake hands of friends.
The look in his eyes, with deep gratitude. Almost
, began to cry ...
"But the problem is that Ash is almost always at home with us at night ..." she whispers, distressed. "Then, I have a habit No one buys me dizzy ... never dress like that, I have only rags ... "It feels very
Cinderella before the ball, and love it.
He likes the idea of having his personal fairy - her prince charming.
's half-brother to be neutralized.
sniffling, fixed Candy and Babs with eyes full of trust.
"Oh, but that's definitely not a problem," says the blonde, put out a tuft from his forehead. "My mother has plenty of them, of clothing kind! You'll bring one that fits with your mark! "
" Would you really? "He moans.
" Sure! "A smile
.
" For the rest, Dee, you have to be optimistic, "Candy again, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek. "There we are, okay? You will see that we will think of something to get rid of your brother!"
"Hey! But there is the feast of Cathy, this weekend!" Babs jumps up as damaged by a sudden idea.
"Right!"
"We could send it there!"
"I'll move along for two whole days, you think?"
"Hm ..." is limited to meet Dylan. He began to feel strange.
Restless, left to drain the eye along the perspective of the tables - on the faces of the other guys.
no longer able to see Ash.
The head of his sole is still in the pot - which was sitting on the bench is always empty.
And there's that sort of strange malaise, down her throat. A feeling of dizziness that seems a little 'family and a bit' again.
a bit 'crazy. And a little 'scary.
"What have you Dee?" Candy demand, patting the arm.
"Nothing," he assures.
But Ash is gone - can not find it. I can not imagine two whole days without his brother - so many hours. So many miles between them.
almost winces when someone shakes your shoulder.
"Well?" Back in the classroom? "
"Ash!" exclaims, feeling the muscles relax suddenly. The lips stretch into a smile, the air return to be slight. Transparent.
Behind him, his brother instead shows the grim frown of a man condemned to death. He always
phrase, when Candy and Babs are nearby.
It looked even more grim when one of the girls leans toward him, giggling: "Oh, Mister Joy! You already abandoned to return to class?"
"Always friendly, he!" sneers the other.
"And we just talked about you, but ..."
"Of you and Cathy, exactly!"
Instinctively, Dylan is held back.
"But how many damn times do I have to tell you that there is nothing between me and Cathy!" Ash jumps up, like a script. "Are you deaf as well as crazy?"
"Come on, but if you're so cute!" Babs squeaks.
"That's cute!"
"Then Saturday also know his parents are not you excited?? "
Ash's eyes, suddenly, becomes confused.
" Saturday? "he repeated, frowning.
" Saturday already, "says Candy." The party! "
" Do not tell me you do not go to the party with your girlfriend! "
" I told you that is not my ... "Ash hangs - with eyes wide." But why is this Saturday?!? "Two
days - while Dylan repeats. Inwardly.
and does not understand the reason for the anxiety - of that foreboding underground. Do not you explain.
is quite unlikely that Ash wants to go to Cathy's birthday, and even if he tried to do it never moves on without him.
will remain safely at home. Nothing
aphrodisiac dinner, and then, and nothing dramatic dress. No wine on his pants.
should be happy?
Sighing, he let it slide on the bench.
"Of course!" Candy is saying, meanwhile, with all the air of one who has in mind a definite plan. "Do not tell me that you had forgotten!"
"All the same, men!" Babs snorts.
"Poor Cathy!"
"And even poor Dee!" the other takes over, annoyed. "You know that your brother is keen to party Cathy, Ash! Let you go alone??"
Even more puzzled, Ash turns to him. "Since when are you gonna go?" the question, and Dylan flapping eyelids. Confused.
Hesitating, glances at her friend.
"But in fact ..." he began, uncertain.
Only at that moment arrives a kick in the shin under the table. He winces. And while
Ash turns, Babs began performing in a theater of curious strange gestures. The index
stuck under the armpit.
tongue lolling, eyes vacant.
Suddenly, Dylan understands everything.
"Oh yes!" sure, straightening his back shooting. "Yes, Ash, I want you so much! Let's go, I beg you, I want to put on my new shirt, and I want to try the nail polish that changes color! And I want to know your future in-laws, please! Come to the party Cathy, please! "
Sometimes it seriously frightened by the evil minds of Baca.
His plan is now fully complete, well structured in its entirety and completely, absolutely brilliant.
will work for strength. There is no doubt .
Saturday after school, when everything is already planned to leave, tell him to feel bad. will put the thermometer under hot water. I will show to her mother.
At that time, Ash will necessarily have to go to the party Cathy alone.
And he will have the room free.
may seduce Chris!
separation between his parents should not be a big problem is convinced. Just make eyes at her father - always works. Invent an excuse.
now, nothing can stop him!
"Ash! I beg of you !!!!" exclaimed again. Clinging to his shirt. "I beseech you, let's go party!"
Suspicious, his brother squints. "We hold so much because they want to get the new shirt?" application. "But you know that Chris is moving on Monday night - I thought we'd be with him ..."
"But for that!" Dylan wails. "Oh, Ash! It will be heartbreaking," he adds, while her friends nodding solemnly. "Watching him disappear over the horizon to pack ... shocked ... I'll stay for life, I'm sure! I do not ever recover more! "
" But it seems a bit 'ugly let alone the last day .... "
" Well. Or the last day or forever, "Babs involved. Circulation." Dee Why die if forced him to attend to such torture. "
" It is not nice, you know, be on your conscience the passing of your brother! " Candy hisses, while Dylan abandons lifeless against the back. already dying. Inconsolable.
Above, Ash looks at him in amazement.
"Oh, all right," he muttered, raising his eyes to heaven. "We will look at home with Dad, okay? "
is made.
It was not so difficult, in the end - there was even need to be brought tears to the eyes imagining the usual terrorist who places his bomb factory in the enamel.
But Dylan can not help but shake the hand of his brother, during the tour that brings them back home.
Sometimes Ash tries to break free.
But he would refer the close, without badargli. As if suddenly had a desperate need to keep up as close as possible - to walk almost attached to the side.
Like when he was little.
Like when he did not know what to do with the handfuls of balls won the machines of the beach, then if his brother did not play with him. If he could not overturn them in the palm at least half.
And it was strangely sad, look at those balls in the sunshine.
observe the reflections of colored glass - so you want them to know - without being able to feel the soul invaded by that rainbow of lights. Without the nostalgia streak stopped in depth. Somewhere the soul.
Silently. When Ash
backpack down on the chair in the room, entering the house, Dylan does the same. The following
keeping pace while climbing the stairs - walking beside him down the hall.
E launches his jacket over her on the bed of the room.
The chatter behind Ash does not stop until the bathroom door. Until it raises an eyebrow - on hold.
Then he blinked, bewildered. He looks around.
Chuckling, takes a step back.
"Ah, yes ..." stutters. "I look down below, huh ..."
But when the bathroom door closes, between them, sitting on the ground floor. He started fiddling with the zipper of his sweatshirt. Hums to get together.
It could not say whether Chris has already returned home or whether it should still fall.
With his eyes fixed on the door handle, wait for Ash leaves the bathroom and can not think of anything to smear him on the carpet of the room to listen to the music. Or tickle him. To talk some more '.
Simply, all the rest, it is already forgotten.
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