Personal Drabble Challenge:
Desiree Danforth was a very innocent, protected-from-society type of girl.
Her mother insisted on home schooling her, saying that she didn’t want her little daffodil to be a tainted, a-buck-a-night hooker like a lot of girls these days were condemned to be, whatever that meant. She was banned from watching anything with a higher-than-PG rating; the MTV channels were something she never knew. Chad had gotten a very good talking-to the one day he tried to get Desiree to watch A Shot at Love with him and his boyfriend, Ryan Evans.
She knew that people had sex in order to have babies, but she didn’t know why some people used ‘protection’ in the form of ‘condoms’ when they had sex. What other purpose did sex have? Her mother never told her, instead asked her if she would kindly do the dishes so she could go have a ‘talk’ with Chad—which involve a lot of yelling and glaring on Chad’s part afterwards.
When Chad and Ryan graduated from high school—still in a relationship together, Chad had moved out of the house. That was definitely a day she didn’t want to remember. There had been too many sad goodbyes on her part. Not to mention the fact that her mother had bawled up a storm at seeing her little ‘Chaddums’ growing up. Now, Chad and Ryan shared an apartment in the heart of Santa Fe.
One day, when her mom had been out late for a friend’s adults-only dinner party and Chad had been asked to come over to baby-sit, she had walked into Chad’s bedroom without knocking. She didn’t expect to see Chad and Ryan together in Chad’s bed doing something that looked very strenuous. She was wide-eyed, confused, and wordless, and neither of the boys noticed her arrival or departure, so engrossed in whatever activity they were performing that required them to be underneath the bed’s covers.
Ever since that, she’d been wondering what, exactly, they were attempting to do. She was pretty sure that both boys were completely nude underneath the protection of bed sheets, because when she checked in on the two of them later on that night, while they were cuddled together in their sleep, she saw part of her brother’s exposed, bare hip peeking from underneath the covers. She had walked over and made sure to cover Chad up—she didn’t want him to be cold, after all—before walking out and closing the door softly, smiling at how cute Ryan sounded as he snored.
She was curious enough one afternoon that she decided to use visual models: maybe it would enlighten the rather dim frontier Desiree had knowledge of when it came to intercourse. Two of her favorite dolls—Corbin and Lucas (they looked strangely like Chad and Ryan…) were in an extreme state of undress, placed in the privacy of Desiree’s three-story dollhouse she got from Ryan on her eighth birthday.
She had a small Hello Kitty notepad and a glittery pen that wrote in shimmering baby blue, ready for note taking. A few things were written in a bulleted list:
Ö Why do guys have sex?
Ö What is the purpose of protection during sex, if you have sex to have babies?
Ö Why did Chad and Ryan sound so happy when they were having sex?
She didn’t feel embarrassed at all about being so blunt and inquisitive: she knew that it was human nature to be curious to the point of nosiness. She was sitting Indian-style in front of the dollhouse, her index finger tapping her mocha-colored lips. It just didn’t make any sense to her. She couldn’t comprehend anything about sex; she just didn’t have the proper experience to know. The only other person she’d talked to about sex was her mother, and that didn’t do lot of good. She had thought once or twice about asking Chad or Ryan, but quickly dismissed them—that would be kind of embarrassing.
After a while, Desiree grew tired of trying to uncover the currently impossible. She decided to play around a little with Corbin and Lucas—she poised them so that their hips were in complete contact, deciding that since Corbin was a bit taller than Lucas to put the frizzy-haired African American doll on top of the paler, blonde-haired boy. She arranged the arms and legs so that the limbs were intertwined with one another’s, and Corbin’s head was bowed so that it made the illusion that the two were kissing.
Just then, her mother called her from downstairs, declaring that dinner was ready. She obediently got up from the floor, completely forgetting all about her little experiment.
She had gone over to Monique’s house, the younger sister of one of Chad’s friends named Taylor. They had been friends ever since Mrs. McKessie and her own mother had enrolled the two of them in the same home schooling program provided by their church. Desiree had slept over Monique’s house for the entire weekend, where they talked about movies they’d seen in the theater, painted each other’s nails, braided their hair, and had pillow fights before eating heaps of buttery popcorn over The Phantom of the Opera.
When she arrived home, her mother was pacing back and forth in the kitchen. “Mommy, what’s got you in a tizzy? If you keep on walking like that, you’ll ruin the linoleum,” Desiree joked as she pulled out her vocabulary text to begin her day’s academic regimen. Her mother stopped, clearly looking tense as she cleared her throat uncomfortably. Desiree slowly put down her yellow standard number two pencil when her mother made to speak.
“Dez, darling… would you come with me for a second?” She grabbed onto Desiree’s hand before the girl could respond and dragged her up the stairs and into her room. She was curious, until her mother led her to her dollhouse where her dolls were, specifically Corbin and Lucas who were still locked in an intimate embrace in the bedroom. Her notebook and pen were missing from the scene; instead, they were placed on top of her desk. She had the decency to blush.
“What is this, Desiree?” Her mother asked, and it sounded like she didn’t want to hear the answer. Desiree sighed, rubbing at one of her flaming cheeks.
“I—I um… I was… I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“Well, I mean, I do know…”
“Desiree Maria Danforth, you know it’s a sin to lie to me.”
“I’m sorry mom. I was curious, that’s all.”
“About… what? …Sex?” She asked hesitantly. Desiree nodded slowly.
“Yeah, about that.”
“Does this somehow involve your brother?”
“Okay, that’s all I need to know, Pudding. I’ll bring up your school work in a minute, and you can do your vocabulary in here while I use the downstairs phone to… catch up with Chad.”
Chad Danforth was lounging out on the living room sofa when Ryan, clad in nothing but a pair of silk boxer shorts, sidled up to him with the home phone. “It’s your mother,” He whispered nervously, his one hand clenched over the speaker of the telephone. Chad sighed, but held out his hand. Ryan quickly deposited the object in his boyfriend’s hands, taking a seat next to Chad on the couch.
“Hey mom, what’s up?” He asked lightly, smiling as he dragged Ryan over to him. He positioned them so that Ryan was lying with his back up against Chad’s chest, in between Chad’s sweatpants-clad legs. He winced as his mother’s screaming voice reverberated inside of his head, snapping the phone quickly away from his poor, bleeding ears.
“Um… what was that?”
A few moments of tense silence ensued as Chad listened to what his mother had to say. His facial expressions went from scared to concern to scared again, and then his face froze in a look of humiliation. “She what?” He squeaked out, his hand involuntarily clenching—hard—onto Ryan’s hand. Ryan wiggled his fingers slightly, and Chad quickly let go, rubbing the smaller, paler hand in his own as a sign of apology before he got up from the couch to nervously pace around the apartment. Ryan watched him with part amusement and part worry. He had a feeling that Desiree was the subject of the current conversation, because Mrs. Danforth called the pair once every week as a check-up, and she had called them two days ago. Whenever she called for the second time that week, it was a warning sign that something was wrong, and when that happened, Desiree was usually the reason for the call.
As soon as Chad hung the phone up, his cheeks a deep shade of crimson, Ryan leapt up from the couch, as if he’d been bound to the couch up until Chad placed the phone back onto the cradle. “What happened?”
“Oh…my… God.” Was all his boyfriend muttered out, putting his head in his hands. Ryan grew even more worried.
“What? Is Desiree hurt or something?” He gasped out loud. “Oh Chad, did someone die?”
Chad couldn’t help but chuckle at how pessimistic his boyfriend could be—he’d always jump to the worst-case scenario. “No, no one died, and Dez isn’t hurt.”
“Then what was that phone call about?” Ryan prodded, sitting down on one of the kitchen stools. Chad took a seat next to him with a sigh.
“Let’s just say that Corbin and Lucas got to do what we did last weekend at my place.”
Ryan’s blue eyes bulged hilariously, and he put both of his hands over his wide-open mouth. “Oh… my… GOD!” He screeched, turning a reddish color down to his chest—it was very becoming, in Chad’s opinion. So becoming that he just had to drag the boy to the bedroom to do exactly what Corbin and Lucas were still doing.
- Current Mood: sick
- Current Music:All of Your Love- Hellogoodbye