Wednesday, March 19, 2014

One Day in June- Part three

And the little late Part 3!
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Part 3
Monday September 30, 1996. 08:00 hours.
June wasn’t there in the bus today. That’s it I thought. She wasn’t ever going to trust someone again. I lost the only friend I genuinely had liked in all my years of high school. Then I lied to Steve about our date to the movies. I also added that she was hilarious, beautiful and a great person; I said that because I meant it and not just because I didn’t want karma to bite me. Steve obviously said he wouldn’t believe me.

Monday September 30, 1996. 01:00 hours.
Something happened!
I was sitting at my lunch table with Steve and his punks when I spotted June. She caught my eyes and then started walking towards me. Steve turned to see who I was looking at and whistled when he saw June. The entire cafeteria turned as June walked. I felt compelled to get my -now shaking- ass off the seat and she stopped an inch away from me. She then smiled like three year old kid and moved in and kissed me like a young and wild 21 year old Victoria Secret angel, “Hey baby I missed you”, she chimed. “See you after school.” She said and left. Just like that. I remained there speechless. I couldn’t even hear all the hooting and table banging around me. I ran out after her. “What the hell was that for?” I shouted after her, still rubbing the red lipstick off my lips. “I don’t like talking to that low-life jerk. This must have proved enough. Plus you moved in for the kiss on Friday.” She said, moving further down the hallway. “Friday was different June! “ She narrowed her cold eyes at me and then threw those multiple arrows by saying, “What was different? It was a pretty little girl in a pretty little dress that lured you? Oh no! But Dagur Campbell is better than that. He just felt for this poor ordinary soul having a great time. It was church service wasn’t it? But what a tragedy that she is a social monster! And that is why Friday was different because Mr. Campbell here was not under the pressure of his status. Possibly why he even enjoyed that night and thought of kissing June. But once it’s school it’s all different. Sadly you know what Dagur? To me it’s all the same and I feel no need to fall under the influence of you and you petty circle. And if you feel embarrassed of kissing me in front of a judgmental crowd, that’s too bad. “ I hated it when she said too bad. I hated it even more when she was right. I still was a stubborn little jerk and said, “I am not embarrassed. I’m just taken aback. You didn’t even wanna kiss me that night!” June avoided my question in her typical way by saying, “I changed my mind.” At that I literally saw karma looking at me like, “What an ass” and preparing its finest bow to kill me instantly. I started walking after her. “Go away.” She said. “Nope”. “Ughh fine then keep walking but don’t expect me to be nice.” And so it was. The next few days went into pretending to be her boyfriend and being mentally scarred by her when we were alone. The days after that were when it was finally official that I was a social outcast too.

October 23, 1996. 18:00 hours.
Today June laughed at my joke. As much as she hated it, she spent her days with me past 2 weeks. Most people had forgotten about the kiss, most people but June who would still occasionally taunt me by saying, “I’ll kiss you in a room full of people if you don’t stop talking.” I talked more when she said that until one day when she threw a textbook at me. I loved her even with my bruises. We were at her home when I said, “So are you my girlfriend then?” “No.” she answered.
“But people still think so.”
“Yeah. They’re people so duh! Not like I care.”
“What if I asked you out for real this time?”
“I’d kick you out of my home after stealing all your notes and homework.”
“Even if I bought you tickets to the nine inch nails concert?” She squealed at that. And then hugged me dropping me off the kitchen stool. My relationship with June was difficult to explain. It was like we were stuck with each other and still couldn’t do without one another. It was not like you would love your significant other, or like you would adore your sister, or even like you would admire your mother. It was just June being the bitch she was and me still hopelessly finding a confidante in her. That day when I went home and called her, she said she missed me. I liked that.

November 1,1996. 17:00 hours.
I picked June up for the concert. She wore no dress today and I wore no tux. We were dressed like normal fans for once. She also gave me a CD that she refused calling a mix. That night she held my hand at the concert. And dug her nails so deep that my knuckles bled when Trent Razor winked at her and lowered the mike to ask her name. He then sung a rhyme to her and called me a lucky young man. She was the star of the show. At the last song June kissed me again and I hugged her. My heart was racing and it was not because of the drums.

November 1, 1996. 22:00 hours
“Runaway with me, Dagur” she said outside her home. I laughed and said, “Sure babe. Let’s leave tonight.” She just looked at me resting her head on the seat. I pushed back her curly sweaty hair and said, “What? You have spaced out again.” “I need to save my sister.” She said. “Okay. From what though?” That’s when I realized she had never told me about her sister. When I remembered her mom had said June was their only child. “June..” I began saying when she said,
“My parents had disowned her at sixteen. She is five years elder to me. Her abusive boyfriend had got her pregnant at sixteen and ever since my parents asked her to leave. I thought she had left to live with our aunt Rachael who lives 200 miles away in a remote forest. Last Christmas I heard mom and dad talk to aunt Rachael about how Lynn ran away, leaving April, her daughter behind. Aunt Rachael then left April in an orphanage somewhere in Canada. I know it’s crazy but I will find Lynn there. Last year my family lived in Vancouver, not Finland or Mexico Dagur. I swear I saw Lynn there. She was miserable in the streets. Relying on salvation army camps for Christmas! When I told my parents they asked me to consider Lynn dead and I would be the same if I tried revolting. I threatened them to be a freak, a crazy emo kid until they got Lynn back. I started waiting outside where I saw her almost each day in the pouring rain. That’s when my parents moved again. But now, it’s not just Lynn Dagur. It’s April too. And I need to find them.”
I wanted to say something but I was dumbfounded. I wanted to dig my grave and ask June to fill it with unicorn shit than mud. “You swear you are not lying?” “I swear upon every god I know Dagur. I have proof of Lynn being one of us! I have been working all days of the week past a year to earn up for tickets. I also applied in several colleges in BC! You need to understand!”
That’s when I understood everything. All the balls and bingos were June sneaking out to work. It was her proving that she’d be a perfect daughter and win trust that she could not only bring Lynn back but also take care of April. By now her pretty little face was soaking wet and her eyelashes were drenched. The black mascara soiled her rosy cheeks and red nose as she wiped those tears away. I ran my head along her head and said, “Go to sleep. We will find them”. She opened the car door and got down saying, “I will Dagur. I will find them; you will just have to be patient.” At that she ran in without looking back today.




Part 4 coming up soon! I promise the final one this time! Keep commenting! :)

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