Sunday, August 16, 2009

Wheels in Motion ~ Chapter Six

Today's muse: Wood and Pixels Narratives

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Chapter 6

When Billy pulled into the driveway, his father was waiting for him. “Andy Miller called me already. Told me that you’d bought his old Rocket.” Donald Peterson, barely containing his excitement, wandered around the car, much the same way his son had. “She’s a beauty!” he pronounced, echoing Billy’s words.

Examining the engine together, father and son leaned as one, shoulders touching. After much discussion and debate, Don clapped his hand on Billy’s shoulder. “You made a fine choice, son,” he said with a grin. “So what’s going to be your first destination?”

Billy shrugged, not quite successful in his attempt at appearing casual. “I thought I’d go to the Blowout tonight.”

Don nodded his approval. “Good choice. Show her off. Are you taking anyone special?”

Billy sighed. Oh, how he wanted to ask Susan Andrews. Surely she’d go with him now. He had a great car, she couldn’t possibly say no. Of course, she’d probably already have a date, the Blowout was in a few hours, after all.

“No. I don’t have anyone to go with,” he muttered.

“But you had someone in mind,” as though he read Billy’s thoughts. It was a statement, rather than a question. Billy nodded.


“It doesn’t matter,” Billy shrugged, “she’s not interested in me anyway.”

To his credit, Don kept a straight face. “Son,” he said, slowly shaking his head, “it’s not easy finding the right girl, someone you want to share the rest of your life with. You want to take your time, choose carefully.” Billy glanced up at his father, a quizzical look on his face.

“When your mother came along,” Don explained, “she made me laugh and she laughed at my silly jokes. We would talk for hours, or just sit quietly together. We just ... you know ... clicked.” He shrugged, knowing he wasn’t explaining himself well. “You’ll know when it happens.”

“But when will it happen?” Billy cried, impatiently.

“Some things are just worth waiting for.” Don glanced up, hearing the crunch of the gravel drive. “Like that,” he added with a wink, nodding his head towards the girl walking down the walk.

“I think I hear your mother calling me,” he muttered and walked towards the house.


glnroz said...

hope you are having as much fun with this as I am..

Monica Manning said...

@glnroz: I'm having a blast with this story, flexing my romance wings (of course, these wings make me look fat). Glad you're enjoying it too.

Dan Felstead said...

Another outstanding episode! There is such an insight here to the uncertainties of an adolescent boy's mind. I like the interplay between his dad and him...very true to life or at least the way life should be growing up.


Monica Manning said...

@ Dan Felstead: I think I watched too much Leave it to Beaver growing up. Although, I must admit, I did have very understanding parents that I could say anything to.

Anonymous said...

I may not comment always but rest assured I'm reading every chapter and savoring the moments :) A very enjoyable read. I'm stoked to see how the story unfolds and blossoms.