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Texas, Amy B.
Dad and I arrived Sunday night back to our sad home. We lived in just outside Killeen Texas and the small ranch house which seemed perfect when Mom was alive now seemed much bigger than it really was.
The for sale sign had a sold banner across it and I looked at Dad curiously.
"A good offer was made Thursday and I accepted it."
I asked, "Are we moving back on base?"
He nodded, "Yes until December. Then I will retire and we will move up to Dallas. I took a job with a defense contractor and the pay is such that it was impossible to pass up.."
I nodded, it wasn't the first time we moved mid school year; though, it appeared it would be the last. "Well, at least I know not to get too involved with anyone."
He looked at me and said, "Sorry boy, but once we buy a house up there it will be the last move."
I got out of the car and asked, "Hey, can I move up there now? Like get an apartment and go to school in Dallas?"
He looked at the house then me and finally up to space and slowly nodded. "Let me see what I can do. It isn't the worst idea and I can come up for the weekends."
I got very excited. A chance to live on my own for five or six days a week? Fucking amazing if you asked me. He gave a small laugh and said, "Calm down boy, it isn't a done deal yet."
I nodded hard enough to make myself dizzy and damned near yelled, "But it is a possibility."
"Yeah, it is. Maybe we can find a shit hole house and fix it up."
I nodded, "Okay, I can work on it after class and football, assuming I make a team up there."
Dad shook his head, "No need for that, I know how you get. It can wait for the weekends when I am there too."
We hefted our bags from the Cutlass and headed inside, "You know I won't be able to not work on it during the week."
He laughed, "I know boy, but try to leave it."
I whooped in pleasure, it was going to happen.
Dad got his leave extended and we headed to Dallas on Labor Day. We looked at a couple of houses and settled on a bank repo. The people who lost the house to the bank had completely stripped the interior and punched a lot of holes through the outside walls.
Dad's trepidation at me living alone lessened throughout the process. I guess I was showing signs of maturity when we discussed which houses were a good fit for us and which ones we would be able to do the remodel ourselves. I knew that I just had to show him I would keep the dumb ass part of me suppressed and things would work out.
A couple of weeks later I moved into a piece of shit house in a nice enough neighborhood in Farmer's Branch. I also bought a 1975 Monte Carlo for around $1200 which needed a little work to pass inspection but not much. I enrolled into RL Turner high school and started my senior year a couple weeks late.
While I anticipated a heavy load at school taking half my classes as AP classes, what I did not anticipate was twofold. First the guys on the football team were all much bigger, faster, and stronger than me. I didn't have a chance to make the team at all. Second was how closed the students were as an ecosystem. They all knew each other and mostly grew up together. As an outsider, it was tough to break into a clique.
Sure among a couple classmates in my classes I made friends but no one to hang out with really.
All of which changed on the Tuesday two weeks before homecoming.
My lab partner in AP Chemistry was Amy Black, whose hair certainly lived up to her last name. A five foot two inch tall cheerleader who had recently been kicked off the team for drinking at school. We had been chatting about whatever when she asked, "Who are you going to take to homecoming?"
I shrugged, "No one. I really haven't broken through into any of the cliques here."
She looked at me and replied, "So? Just ask whoever you find attractive, worst thing that happens is what? She slaps you instead of saying no?"
I shrugged and asked, "who is taking you?"
"No one. My boyfriend broke up with me when school started, something about a new year and new opportunities."
I looked down at her and pondered the moment. "Fine," I said as I dropped to a knee, "Amy will you go to homecoming with me?"
She looked at me a moment then replied, "No Dave. I am not looking for a sympathy date."
I placed my hands on her hips, fingers on her upper ass, and for the first time I realized just how tight and firm her body was. My mouth went suddenly dry. Like Atacama Desert dry. Which all in all is a lovely place to visit. Just bring water, lots and lots of water. That desert averages about half an inch of precipitation a year.
Looking up at her my eyes held hers as I said, "I am asking the hottest girl in school to have mercy on me. Had I known you didn't have a date, I would have asked you out to at least dinner before now."
She blushed slightly and pulled at me to get me to stand, "I haven't mentioned a guy at all, why haven't you asked about it before now?"
I must have looked trapped in the moment as she giggled a little. So I decided the truth was the way to go. "Amy you are so beautiful I couldn't imagine that you didn't have a line of guys begging you to be their girlfriend."
She shook her head sadly and explained, "Maybe that is how a guy sees it, but, in reality the really pretty girls are usually the loneliest because maybe all guys think that way."
I pondered it a moment, then, "Give me your address and I will pick you up Saturday at 6 for a trial run date. If you find that satisfactory, then we will go to homecoming together."
She flipped over the composition book I was using for labs and wrote her address and phone number down. "Sounds good."
The rest of the day flew by, part of it in giddy expectation, part of it in disbelief and the rest thinking about what Amy said about the prettiest of women, and how they were the loneliest.
I got home after school and started working on the master bath again. I had torn out the tile through out the bath over the weekend with dad's help and we put up new board around the tub and shower stall.
I wasn't in too big of a hurry, as long as I had the bath and shower done by Thursday night then it would be ready for Dad when he came in Friday night.
I started building up the whirly twirly design he wanted, something like a messed up Celtic knot meets a gods eye. Glancing at the proof board we made I started putting the design on the long wall high enough to be seen from the door.
About an hour later, I was a third of the way through the design and the phone rang. "Fuck," I muttered and ran into dad's room to answer it. "This is Dave."
I heard the soft sexy voice, not unlike Melanie Griffith, "Hi Dave, what are you doing?"