5

At 1pm, Kyle was on Mary's front porch knocking on the front door.  Kyle was wearing an ironed white polo shirt, a set of black dress pants and a pair of black tennis shoes.  Mary opened the door and she showed herself to Kyle.  Kyle's jaw dropped at what he saw.  Mary was dressed in a white tank top, a blue skirt and white tennis shoes.  She had put on the right amount of make-up and had curled her hair. 

            "Damn, Mary!" Kyle said suddenly.  He had never beheld anything as beautiful as her at that moment.

            "I knew you would like this." Mary voiced while cracking a wide grin.

            "Um…you look hot! Very, very hot!" He stammered a bit.

            "Why, thank you! I like to impress," she replied with a knowing wink.

            Kyle was still in shock when Mary grabbed him and gave him a sultry French kiss.  Kyle was extremely surprised by her brazenness.  When they finished, Kyle was flustered and Mary smiled at him.

            "No girl has ever done that to me before." Kyle remarked.

            "I have never done that to a guy before either." Mary said.

            Kyle just laughed and Mary followed suit.  The young couple kissed again and they started off toward the local restaurant.  As they walked, they held hands and conversed.

            "How was your morning?" Mary asked.

            "Well, it was just mostly the same s**t on a different day. Mom and Dad, in their omnipresent ineptness, basically tried to sweep me under the rug but being the dust bunny that doesn't give up, I fought back. They were shocked when I told them about our encounter last night." Kyle revealed.

            "What did you tell them?"

            "I told them that I kissed a girl. We had fought about my troubles at school and their nonexistent attitude toward it.  I remarked about someone finally sticking up for me among these indifferent denizens. They asked if I had sex with you."

            "Why did they think you and I had sex?"

            "I told them I wasn't going to tell them about what happened last night?"

            "Nothing did happen."

            "So, I want to keep them in suspense. They have doing the same thing to me for the past three years. Now, it's my turn to keep them wondering. I am never going to tell about it. They would need a special key to open up my head to find it," Kyle stated with his trademark cornfield smile.

            Mary smiled slightly and became serious once more, "Nice one. I can't believe how mean your parents are to you. That is just unkind and unfair."

            "Tell me about it, I think it's just the way of the universe sometimes. It shouldn't be, though. If they want to keep leading me around in circles, f**k them hardcore, because I am sick of it.

            "Well, at least you are trying to get some answers even though your method to get them is a form of blackmail."

            "You understand what I am getting at, though. What other way can I go about it?"

            "I know, Kyle, and I hope you find your answers."

            "Thank you, Mary."

            The young couple kissed each other.  When they finished, Mary made another inquiry of her boyfriend.

             "So, will you introduce me to your parents?" Mary asked.

            "I would really like to but with their fucked-up attitudes, that might be a long shot." Kyle admitted.

            "I don't know. They may like me, Kyle."

            "Sure. They'll like you about as much as they like me."

            "Kyle, how can you make a judgment call like that?" Mary made with a gasp.

            Kyle heaved a sigh in hope of justifying his comments, "I am making that judgment call because how badly they reacted to my admission of kissing you. My father asked me point-blank if I you and I did the deed. That's why I said what I said. It has nothing to do with you yourself.  It's my parents who have the problem."

            Mary responded with forceful affirmation, "Then we both should face this problem together. If your parents have the balls to drag us both in the mud, then let's make them regret it. There is already a certainty that they think I am a common w***e. If they already think that, then f**k them hardcore!"

            Kyle was happily shocked by her strong words.  He smiled at her warmly and remarked sharply, "Hey, you stole my line.  I was thinking about copyrighting it."

            "Well, I pay you royalties for the use of said line," Mary replied teasingly.

            "Royalties, huh?  What sort of royalties?"

            "I will show you right now."

            Mary French-kissed Kyle for the second time that day.  When they finished, they smiled at each other.

            "I knew that was going to happen," Kyle voiced.

            "You thought correctly," Mary replied.

            Kyle laughed and he grabbed Mary around the waist.  He twirled her around off of the ground and then set her back down upon the ground.  They kissed again and he smiled once more.

            "I am glad that we found each other." Kyle commented.

            "Same here. Same here." Mary remarked.

            "I love you, Mary Steele. I hope nothing ever breaks us apart."

            "That would suck if it did. I love you as well, Kyle Dawson."

            They kissed once more and continued over to the town café.  The young couple walked into the medium-sized building.  Kyle and Mary decided to occupy a corner booth away from the crowd of regulars.  As they sat, the waitress came up with menus and Kyle said they only wanted ice cream sundaes.  The waitress cracked a small smile and voiced that she would be back in a few minutes.  When they were finally alone, Kyle and Mary smiled and just gazed at each other passionately.

            "You are the most beautiful woman that was ever created," Kyle voiced in such a syrupy fashion.

            Mary's face went deep red at the remark.  She reached across the table and kissed her boyfriend even though it was a reach for her.  She gazed back at her boyfriend.

            "Thank you, Kyle. Thank you for treating me like a woman. No other man in the world ever treat in that manner," Mary observed.

            "Those who don't treat you with respect aren't in their right mind," Kyle answered to his girl's plea.

            Mary beamed greatly. 

            Kyle continued being chivalrous, "I have one thing to say to those who don't respect you. F**k them hardcore to some number greater than one I currently concoct!"

            "Romantically defending me with mathematical concepts. That's a new one yet a nice one!" Mary voiced.

            "Hey, I am weird like that."

            "Well, this girl will never judge your weirdness.  In fact, I think it's very cute."

            Kyle laughed out loud at his love's remark.  Mary smiled back at the same time.

            Kyle finished snickering, "You are only the third person to make me laugh in my life."

            "Who were the other two?" Mary inquired.

            "My parents."

            "That would make sense.  When was the last time you laughed?"

            "About three seconds ago."

            Mary and Kyle laughed once more.

            Mary stated, "Seriously though.  When was the last time you laughed at a jest?  I don't want you to count the laughs that we shared though."

            Kyle confessed, "Alright, Mary.  It was three years ago.  My parents told me this joke about what 'a good start' was?"

            "What was 'a good start'?"

            "Five hundred lawyers at the bottom of the ocean."

            Mary laughed again and Kyle followed suit.

            Mary commented, "That is funny."

            Kyle reacted, "I know. The ironic thing about it though is that my mother told it to me."

            "The city attorney told you that joke. Why would she take a swipe at her own profession?"

            "Because she knows it's true. She has dealt with many scumbag tax cheats in her time. It's made her into this tough person.  She was hard but very fair and loving. Since moving here, everything has reversed."

            "I know, changing locales seems to be a symptom of deeper issues."

            Kyle changed the subject, "What about your father?  How much suffering has he endured since divorcing for possibly the last time in his life?"

            Mary countered with rancor, "About the equivalent of a twenty-ton s**t heap."

            "Man that is a lot of s**t for one man to take."

            "I sympathize. Those three divorces have been really hard on me as well. When you add in all that emotional abuse I have received from all of my peers, you can see that I feel like a s**t pile that has a weight of one-ton squared."

            "That really bites. It amazing that we both aren't drinking ourselves stupid or shooting up smack."

            "I couldn't agree more. We are the different breed of troubled child."

            "We are the contradiction. We are the emotionally scarred children who don't do illegal activity to receive attention. We just endure, we grin and bear it because this is the only life we know now."

            Mary sighed at Kyle's remark.  Kyle glanced up the ceiling and sighed concordantly.  They brought their eyes together and stared lovingly.  As the staring contest ensued, a black pick-up truck drove into the cafe parking lot.  Kyle saw it in his peripheral vision.  He grimaced horribly as the driver emerged from the 4x4.  Mary saw the same man and came to know Kyle's realization.

            Kyle voiced angrily, "Aw f**k! Why did Coach Jerkoff have to come by here?"

            Mary inquired, "How bad is he to you?"

            "That fuckwad consistently rides me more than the rest of the players.  It's as if I'm his personal punching bag."

            "What a pathetic piece of s**t!"

            Kyle nodded his head and Mary became worried.  Edward Gregson had entered the cafe and caught sight of the young couple.  He came over and glared straight at Kyle.  Kyle stared back at his coach and became silently annoyed.

            Kyle asked politely, "What is up, Coach Gregson?"

            Coach Gregson queried strangely, "Nothing much.  I am here to have lunch.  I am wondering why you are here though?"

            Kyle stated truthfully, "Because I was hungry as well."

            Gregson raised an eyebrow, "Alright, I guess you do have needs. Are you going to have your head out of your a*s and be ready for practice on Monday?"

            Kyle made his assertion fleetly, "Yes, coach, I'll be more than ready. I'll be willing and able."

            The coach became browbeating, "Good! Keep your mind off the muff and on the ball. I am going to count on you to catch more passes. O'Malley and Verbinski are out for the season and you are now my starting right side receiver. I want you study the playbook backward and forward. Come Monday, you better have all those plays memorized or else."

            "Or else what, Coach?" Kyle inquired tersely.

            The coach subscribed to the first rule of lousy parenting, "You know what I mean, Dawson! Don't f**k my team up or you will pay! I suggest you get your mind off the skirt and on the playbook! Do it or regret it because it's your f*****g choice!"

            With that, Coach Gregson walked away leaving Kyle and Mary with another emotional scar across both their souls.  Kyle and Mary both felt like screaming their lungs out and kicking the coach in the sack.  Even though they were hurt and pissed, they decided to keep quiet and not add anymore to the scene that Coach Gregson had created.  Coach Gregson had taken his regular place at the second booth on the opposite side of the building.  Kyle and Mary both peered out the window.

            "I want him to fall on the f*****g floor and writhe viciously before he dies from some unknown but horrible condition!" Mary stated quietly.

            "Yeah. I've lost my appetite as well. Let's get out of here." Kyle returned in similarly.

            The youngsters got up and walked out of the restaurant.  When they got outside, Kyle and Mary sneaked their hands together.  Without warning, a dark blue convertible came into the parking lot.  The vehicle caught the attention of Kyle and Mary.  Kyle mouthed the words "what the f**k" when the occupants got out of the car.