Tied Up By The Neighbor (M/F)

Postby kim_bowie » Mon Jun 14, 2010 2:47 am

I was probably seventeen at the time this all happened. It was a hot August afternoon and there was nothing to do in the small town I was living in. I spent most of that summer reading the classic American novels like Grapes of Wrath, and To Kill A Mochingbird for my advanced placement program in school. The neighbor boy, Josh, who was around the same age at the time, used to walk by my house and wear his dark ray ban wayfarers and try desperately to look like Bob Dylan or Andy Warhol, or really anyone cool that wore those perticular sunglasses. He had brown featherlight hair and brown eyes,.....I had always had a crush on him ever since I was little. I remember seeing him at The Beatles tribute concert at one of the downtown pubs. His band, The New Standelles, played a bluesier version of Roky Racoon and I Want To Hold Your Hand. He could play his Telecaster like it was nobody's business. Josh would always tell everyone that he sold his soul to the devil to obtain such radical skills but I always knew he spent hours of his time practicing in his basement. The baby blue painted house was just two houses down from mine in which he lived.

That hot August afternoon was different though. I was sitting on the front porch reading A Clockwork Orange and trying to devulge any information from it and all of a sudden he started walking up the concrete pathway to my house. His head was tilted down as always and he was wearing a black leather jacket and blue jeans. "Hey, Kim, I was wondering, do you want to see my new guitar set up?" I looked at him with a puzzled look because Josh had almost never talked to me before except in passing to talk about The Stones or whoever. His question was also asked to me while he was staring at the ground. I thought he was so cute though. "Sure, let me run inside and get my keys." "Mkay, Kim, take your time." I ran inside to get my keys to lock up the house and leave a note for my dad to tell him where I was in case he came back from work early telling him where I was. My black flip flops, black shorts, and Hello Kitty t shirt I was hoping to impress Josh with were becoming torn and frayed which I'm sure he didn't mind though.

Closing the door behind me I said, "Let's go." The leisurely stroll down the suburban street was nice. Josh looked at me a few times and smiled but then he would turn his head to the ground again. We walked up the two steps on his front porch and entered the house which was only closed in by a screen door. "I hope you don't mind but my parents aren't home." he said. I didn't want to seem like a baby in front of him and yell "stranger danger" and run out of his house screaming like any DARE officer would have told me to do at that time. I wanted to seem cool so I said, "No problem." The house was beyond really clean. His family was in no way rich or anything but the house was abnornally clean or so I felt.

Josh opened the door to the basement and I followed him down. The basement was also his room. A bed was strewn out over the floor in a corner near a small television. Posters of King Crimson and The Beatles, Salvador Dali,...I could go on but for the sake of time I won't. The posters were numerous and his space looked like a small nugget of sixties pop culture. Josh had several amplifiers including two Marshall twin amps set up in the middle of the room with the infamous Telecaster sitting by it in a little black stand. I could then see his new Epiphone Casino attached to a wall mount. I was sure he was in too much awe to play it. After a few minutes he picked up his axe and started playing You're Gonna Miss Me by the Thirteenth Floor Elevators and other pop hits of the decade. I was enthraled by how well his playing was. I sat down in a wooden chair next to the brick wall. Fortunately, the basement was carpeted, which meant I was digging my bare toes into the soft padding of the floor. Josh would smile at me when he played his numbers. In between the sets he would ask, "Was I good?" "Perfect," I replied with a giggle.

After twenty minutes or so of his stellar guitar playing he put away the Telecaster and sat on his bed and we started talking about school. We both went to the same high school and was dreading going back, especially since we were both graduating in the spring. Minutes dragged on and we were becoming closer to each other. Another half an hour whized by and Josh then stood up and put on Mystery To Me by Fleetwood Mac. The soothing album made us both feel more relaxed. I then went up to Josh and said, "I've never liked anyone like you before." Josh then kissed me. It was amazing.

More to Come...

Now that the prologue is over, haha, I can start on the story...

Re: Tied Up By The Neighbor (M/F)

Postby dreadnaught3200 » Mon Jun 14, 2010 4:00 pm

Funny you should mention King Crimson, I was listening to The Power to Believe album as I read this. Love KC! Looking forward to the rest of the story.
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

Re: Tied Up By The Neighbor (M/F)

Postby Qarl » Fri Jul 02, 2010 5:12 pm

This was a great story. It was very evocative of young crushes and infatuation and the enthralling talent of a young man. I loved reading it and reliving the scene along with you! Thanks! I'll be looking for more of your stuff. :wink:

Re: Tied Up By The Neighbor (M/F)

Postby kim_bowie » Fri Jul 02, 2010 7:50 pm

Even though I haven't worked on this in awhile, the story will continue.

Thanks for the support.