When the Sun Goes Down
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
15
Views:
4,146
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Hook Up
Hey readers, I've realized my writing isn't very good in this story. I'll attempt to finish it and maybe go back and make it better later, I'm not sure yet. Here's a new, short chapter.
By Thursday night, Travis and Jesse were so tired they couldn't pull themselves up off the couch. They had stayed out all night Monday and woke up at the crack of dawn Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday mornings. They worked until the sun went down carting around crates of fish and doing other tasks in which they called "bitch work". Mr. Blanchard owned a fishing company and they did whatever they could to help out until they started their real job, which they were very excited for.
Once June 15th came around, they'd be driving around boats and jet skis for people who wanted to wakeboard, parasail, or go on the banana boat. Travis had done it every summer since he was 14. Both boys couldn't wait to pretty much spend the day horsing around with 'shoobies' and meeting hot girls. But for now, they were stuck with the stinky fish job.
Both boys turned their heads when Mrs. Blanchard plopped down on the couch next to Travis and let out a long, dramatic sigh.
"You okay there ma?" Travis asked, nudging her arm with his foot.
"Your sister will be the death of me." She said after another sigh. "She's refusing to go to the prom because she doesn't have a date, which means she won't be wearing the nonreturnable dress that cost 300 dollars."
"Why can't she go stag? That's the best way to go." Travis said, his eyes going back and forth from the tv to his mom.
"Because she's a girl, and unlike guys, most girls don't like going alone."
"Why doesn't she call that creepy Roger kid that used to stalk her?" Travis laughed.
"He asked her on Tuesday and she said no," Mrs. Blanchard couldn't help but laugh a little.
"Well that's her fault, she coulda had a date."
"You know Nicole, her date has to be just as good-looking if not better than her friends'."
"Pshhh, picky picky." Travis said before a mischevious grin spread across his face. "I know someone that looks pretty damn good in a tux and is one of the best dancers I've ever met."
"Oh and who is that?"
"Buchs!" Travis shouted in a comical voice. Jesse, who had been staring at the tv for the whole conversation suddenly looked like a deer in the headlights.
"I'm sure he'd love that," she said sarcastically.
"My dance moves would embarass her." Jesse added.
"You'd probably get the day off tomorow, though, if you went with her," Travis tried to bribe.
"Wouldn't mind that," Jesse shrugged and smiled.
"She'd be the coolest girl at the dance," Mrs. Blanchard said thoughtfully, "but there's no time for you to get a tuxedo or anything."
"Uhhh...I actually have a tux from a formal party this year, but the vest is pink and it may look weird with whatever color dress is."
"How covenient..her dress is pink."
"Well then it's settled, you're going. Go ask her, I can't stand her bad mood anymore." Travis continued to stare at the tv again.
"Alright," Jesse shrugged and got up from the couch. He wasn't pumped to go, but anything that got him out of having to get up at 4 in the morning sounded good to him.
"Well that was sweet of you, Trav." Mrs. Blanchard said once Jesse had left the room. She knew Nicole would be stoked if he asked her, who wouldn't want to go to prom with a celebrity.
"Yeah...but I can't believe I just set my own sister up with one of the biggest players on the face of this earth."
****
"Come in," Nicole yelled after Jesse tapped lightly on the door. He opened the door to find the room pitch black and Nicole under her covers. She sat up when she saw it was him.
"Sorry," he said when he flipped on the lights and she shaded her eyes. He realized she had been crying from her glazed eyes and the way she rubbed at them. He felt his heart sink when he heard her sniffle.
"It's fine, what do you want?" She said, putting up a defensive attitude when he saw that she'd been crying.
"Uhh...w--we were just talking down--downstairs and uhhh," he stammered. For some reason he couldn't get his words out and he suddenly became aware of the fact that his palms were sweating. He had never been nervous to ask a girl out, especially one that he didn't even have feelings for. "Well...can I take you to your prom?" He finally blurted out, not even sure if he made sense but he figured she got the point.
"Yes," Nicole said excitedly sitting further up in her bed, "well I mean, if you want to you can." She wasn't expecting it, she'd thought about it, but didn't think it would actually happen.
"Yeah I want to," he said and she felt her heart skip a beat, "as long as you don't wear your hair like that." He laughed and she smiled but self-conciously pulled at her bed head.
"I won't, I promise."
"Good," he smiled and closed the door. She waited until she heard his feet thumping back down the stairs before she grabbed her cell phone and called all of her friends. THE Jesse Buchanan was taking her to prom, every girl in the school would be completely jealous of her.
By Thursday night, Travis and Jesse were so tired they couldn't pull themselves up off the couch. They had stayed out all night Monday and woke up at the crack of dawn Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday mornings. They worked until the sun went down carting around crates of fish and doing other tasks in which they called "bitch work". Mr. Blanchard owned a fishing company and they did whatever they could to help out until they started their real job, which they were very excited for.
Once June 15th came around, they'd be driving around boats and jet skis for people who wanted to wakeboard, parasail, or go on the banana boat. Travis had done it every summer since he was 14. Both boys couldn't wait to pretty much spend the day horsing around with 'shoobies' and meeting hot girls. But for now, they were stuck with the stinky fish job.
Both boys turned their heads when Mrs. Blanchard plopped down on the couch next to Travis and let out a long, dramatic sigh.
"You okay there ma?" Travis asked, nudging her arm with his foot.
"Your sister will be the death of me." She said after another sigh. "She's refusing to go to the prom because she doesn't have a date, which means she won't be wearing the nonreturnable dress that cost 300 dollars."
"Why can't she go stag? That's the best way to go." Travis said, his eyes going back and forth from the tv to his mom.
"Because she's a girl, and unlike guys, most girls don't like going alone."
"Why doesn't she call that creepy Roger kid that used to stalk her?" Travis laughed.
"He asked her on Tuesday and she said no," Mrs. Blanchard couldn't help but laugh a little.
"Well that's her fault, she coulda had a date."
"You know Nicole, her date has to be just as good-looking if not better than her friends'."
"Pshhh, picky picky." Travis said before a mischevious grin spread across his face. "I know someone that looks pretty damn good in a tux and is one of the best dancers I've ever met."
"Oh and who is that?"
"Buchs!" Travis shouted in a comical voice. Jesse, who had been staring at the tv for the whole conversation suddenly looked like a deer in the headlights.
"I'm sure he'd love that," she said sarcastically.
"My dance moves would embarass her." Jesse added.
"You'd probably get the day off tomorow, though, if you went with her," Travis tried to bribe.
"Wouldn't mind that," Jesse shrugged and smiled.
"She'd be the coolest girl at the dance," Mrs. Blanchard said thoughtfully, "but there's no time for you to get a tuxedo or anything."
"Uhhh...I actually have a tux from a formal party this year, but the vest is pink and it may look weird with whatever color dress is."
"How covenient..her dress is pink."
"Well then it's settled, you're going. Go ask her, I can't stand her bad mood anymore." Travis continued to stare at the tv again.
"Alright," Jesse shrugged and got up from the couch. He wasn't pumped to go, but anything that got him out of having to get up at 4 in the morning sounded good to him.
"Well that was sweet of you, Trav." Mrs. Blanchard said once Jesse had left the room. She knew Nicole would be stoked if he asked her, who wouldn't want to go to prom with a celebrity.
"Yeah...but I can't believe I just set my own sister up with one of the biggest players on the face of this earth."
****
"Come in," Nicole yelled after Jesse tapped lightly on the door. He opened the door to find the room pitch black and Nicole under her covers. She sat up when she saw it was him.
"Sorry," he said when he flipped on the lights and she shaded her eyes. He realized she had been crying from her glazed eyes and the way she rubbed at them. He felt his heart sink when he heard her sniffle.
"It's fine, what do you want?" She said, putting up a defensive attitude when he saw that she'd been crying.
"Uhh...w--we were just talking down--downstairs and uhhh," he stammered. For some reason he couldn't get his words out and he suddenly became aware of the fact that his palms were sweating. He had never been nervous to ask a girl out, especially one that he didn't even have feelings for. "Well...can I take you to your prom?" He finally blurted out, not even sure if he made sense but he figured she got the point.
"Yes," Nicole said excitedly sitting further up in her bed, "well I mean, if you want to you can." She wasn't expecting it, she'd thought about it, but didn't think it would actually happen.
"Yeah I want to," he said and she felt her heart skip a beat, "as long as you don't wear your hair like that." He laughed and she smiled but self-conciously pulled at her bed head.
"I won't, I promise."
"Good," he smiled and closed the door. She waited until she heard his feet thumping back down the stairs before she grabbed her cell phone and called all of her friends. THE Jesse Buchanan was taking her to prom, every girl in the school would be completely jealous of her.