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Cataract Reaction
By Jena Corso
Edited by Angela Meyers
Chapter Six
Kyle just rolled his eyes, not really concerned, as he held hands with
Johnny as they began walking to the other side of the room. They stopped
talking to some of Johnny's friends and snuck a quick kiss or two before
doing some dancing.
Everything seemed great and he could see Tiffany across the room,
seemingly no longer a threat, hanging with a different group and her ex-
boyfriend, as things had settled down. He had to hand it to her as she
was certainly the most beautiful girl there, and by far the most
developed. To have any chance with her, he'd have to jump at any
opportunity that he prayed would be coming soon from her vengeance. He
also knew his best shot would be while she was still an eighth grader,
because with her looks and curvy body, if he didn't hook up with her soon
it would be over once she got to high school in the fall.
"So congratulations to all our graduates," said Principal Riley, standing
up now and taking the microphone. "The time you've been waiting for is
now to announce your king and queen of the junior prom. Please join me in
a round of applause first for our king. King Johnny Fazzio! Come on up,
Johnny!"
"Holy shit!" laughed Johnny, stunned. "Are you kidding?"
"Congratulations, honey!" said Kyle as he leaned down, kissing him.
"This is nuts," said Johnny after enjoying the quick kiss and squeezing
Kyle's hand. "See you up there in a second, babe."
"Oh gawwddd!" gulped Kyle, fluffing his curls and quickly opening his
purse, adding some gloss to his lips and talking to himself as Johnny
hurried up there. "My sister is never letting me live this down."
He snapped closed his purse, watching the crown go on Johnny's head as
everyone was screaming and clapping. Johnny stood up there waving and
laughing, a bit embarrassed as his buddies were shouting out to the king
so he was enjoying his moment proudly and then took a breath as the
principal stepped back to the microphone.
"And this year's Prom Queen," said the principal. "Come on up! Tiffany
Solaro."
Kyle took a false step, almost not believing what he heard, not wanting
to be selected but expecting to be with his date. He looked up dumfounded
as she pretended to be shocked, and then strutted up there all smiles
like she owned the place. She was blowing kisses and shaking her boobs,
playing to the crowd like Miss America, air kissing until some teachers
came over, dropping the big sash over her dress.
There would then be a few totally fake tears she'd pretend to wipe as
they pinned the huge tiara on her head and then a few last hugs before
she took the huge bouquet of roses. After a few poses to make sure every
cell phone camera got a good angle of her, she wasted no time in cozying
up to her king. Her big smile would now turn to a bit of a smirk as she
wiggled her finger's between Johnny's, and then turned, putting the
flowers behind his back, leaning up and kissing him right on the lips.
A huge sigh would be followed by a round of applause as their kiss broke,
and then she made eye contact with Kyle across the room before blowing
kisses to the crowd and waving, holding his hand and not letting go.
Down they came for their first dance as king and queen, and he could
barely watch as she stroked his hair, staring into his eyes as they slow
danced. He could no longer look anymore, walking outside after she leaned
and kissed him again as the applause and squeals would be deafening.
"Hey!" said Johnny, grabbing his shoulder as he stepped from the room.
"What are you doing?"
"What am I doing?" said Kyle, pushing his hand off his shoulder.
"Please?"
"I meant like where are you going?" said Johnny. "It's our dance now."
"Oh you've got your new dance partner," replied Kyle, putting his hands
on his hips. "Obviously the one you wanted all along, so don't let me get
in the way of that. I'm just the girl that your mom wanted you to take.
I'm just the prom date, right?"
"Listen, I didn't choose to be king, or choose her?" replied Johnny as
Kyle started walking again and he was chasing after him, finally grabbing
his arm. "I don't even know how they picked us."
"Maybe not? But you did get to choose whether to let her kiss you in
front of the whole school," said Kyle, reaching up and touching his lips.
"And I'm not wearing red lipstick, am I?"
"That just happened," said Johnny, wiping his mouth. "Now come on. Come
back and dance with me!"
"Twice?" smirked Kyle, folding his arms and then waving his index finger
at him. "Allison LaRosa is nobody's second fiddle. Yeah, don't think so?"
"Of course you're not," said Johnny, grabbing his arm not letting him get
away again. "And ok, maybe I could have done a better job stopping that,
but I was.. well and everyone was watching and cheering.. and."
"And I'm just the seventh grader you had fun making out with?" said Kyle,
pulling away. "I get it?"
"It's not like that," said Johnny, looking dejected. "And..."
"And she's beautiful," smiled Kyle, interrupting. "Who could blame you?
The whole school is hot for her and everyone was watching. I get it, so
go ahead and do what you have to with her. It was a nice prom, and
believe me I really and I mean really shouldn't be here. Go dance with
your girl."
"No, you're my girl," said Johnny, tossing his crown away and grabbing
him by the arm, pulling him in. "And who gives a shit about dancing? I'm
just going to stay right here until they throw us out of the place and
kiss my prom queen. The girl that is runner up to no one. My smoking hot
girlfriend."
Be careful what you ask for thought Kyle for a split second, as he got
what he wanted as Johnny took control and began kissing him deeply.
Tiffany would be left waiting inside dancing with her ex-boyfriend for a
song and then stood up without the return of the king, as it ended. A few
announcements for him would go unanswered as never did Johnny return to
join her on stage. She stood red faced, pissed off, having to deliver the
end of prom well wishes to all heading into high school alone, as instead
Johnny and Kyle made out hot and heavy outside.
Even as much as they had kissed earlier, it was so different this time as
somehow now Kyle was no longer just going through the motions to fend off
the scheme of Tiffany destroying what he wanted, as he had beaten her at
her own game. There would be no attempts by Johnny to make unwanted
moves, but instead a lot more time looking into Kyle's eyes between
breaths and soft smiles as he looked at him. Gentle touches on his face
would illicit a huge smile as they both looked at each other lovingly,
until a buzz in his pocket caused a further pause before their next kiss.
"Oh one sec, babe," said Johnny, pulling out his phone. "Not that I ever
ever ever want this to end, but our limo is here."
"Ok? Ever?" smiled Kyle. "I really did have a nice time, but you're not
just saying that right?"
"That our limo is here? No," joked Johnny. "That I ever want to stop
kissing you? Never! That I'd rather continue in the limo with you next to
me, because every time I pull you in really tight, your pocketbook is
jabbing me in one spot I'd rather it didn't? Kind of? So are you ready?
and it's a little more private in there?"
"My pocketbook? Uuummm.. Yeah?" stuttered Kyle, looking down, grabbing
his purse nervously. "I just have to use the ladies room though first,
ok?"
"Ok?" smiled Johnny. "I'll wait right here then."
"Yes, right there!" replied Kyle, holding his purse in front of his
skirt. "Right there and I'll be right back. Right back!"
He scampered away, back inside through the crowd as people were beginning
to file out and right into the single handicapped ladies room, locking
the door. Under his dress went his hand, finding exactly what he was
worried about but couldn't believe was there, as maybe he felt it out
there but maybe he didn't, but the passion had distracted him.
"Allie! Thank gawdd you answered," said Kyle, panting as she answered.
"Holy shit, Allie!"
"Holy shit is right! How the fuck are you doing this, princess! Best day
ever, and it just keeps getting better!" said his sister, all pumped.
"Even after knocking the bitch on her ass in a cat fight, you pop up
looking like a model! Then I thought for a minute I was the prom queen.
That's insane! As it is, people will know that shit and now no one will
fuck with me! So thanks, plus I should win easily next year now!"
"You mean I was almost the prom queen?" said Kyle, shaking his head. "And
glad you enjoyed that, but that was so fucked up! She was fucking with
us, Allie! Well really fucking with you, and she runs the damn place."
"Oh please, hot chicks run everything you just don't know how to use what
you got today, and she'll be out of the school now anyway," Allie
explained before getting excited. "The big thing is you're a seventh
grade girl, and if she didn't rig that shit! You/me would have won. Do
you know how crazy that is? Underclassman usually have no shot!"
"Whatever?" said Kyle, rolling his eyes. "That's not why I called. So
could you please just hold the celebration until next year, when it's
actually your turn and listen please."
"Fine?" sighed Allie with some attitude. "Let's make this about you of
course?"
"Thank you, because I'm a little freaked out," sighed Kyle. "You know
about the fight stuff we talked about before?"
"Oh no! I'm about to freak out hearing this. Tell me you did not rip the
dress or even stain it?" said Allie, raising her voice. "Please? Neither
would be good, and I was pretty worried about that, but I couldn't tell
on the live stream."
"Uumm no. Neither one," replied Kyle, pushing down on the skirt. "But I
didn't expect what happened to happen, and I can't calm down, so I'm the
one freaking, Allie. I'm sorry I don't have anyone else to talk to about
this. How do I handle it?"
"If your dress didn't rip or get dirty, then who cares?" said Allie.
"There's no reason to freak. You'll be home soon, and didn't you handle
it already?"
"Handle it?" asked Kyle mortified. "No."
"Of course you did," lectured Allie. "You knocked the bitch on her ass
and then took back your man while she stood there pissed and embarrassed.
That's enough, so don't touch a thing."
"It's not that fight, but the fight you teased me about that I'm
referencing," said Kyle, beet red. "And trust me, I don't want to touch a
thing if you get what I mean."
"Eeewwwww," yelled Allie. "Oh my gawwdd. Seriously? That?"
"I don't know how or even exactly when?" mumbled Kyle. "But yeah."
"But he didn't?" gagged Allie. "Ewww so gross like... You know, to feel
that?"
"He thought it was my purse poking him when we just kissed, so that's
when, I think it? You know?" explained Kyle awkwardly. "Well it could
have been any time before, and maybe I didn't notice, but I'm pretty sure
it was then since it was kind of our hottest kissing all night."
"Yeah I saw," Chuckled Allie. "I was getting hot flashes myself watching
that! You two love that rose garden!"
"I didn't even know where we were?" explained Kyle. "I just ran outside
and then it just happened."
"What just happened?" laughed Allie. "The sword fight I warned you about,
or what's about to happen if he finds what's under your dress in the limo
if you don't calm down. You think that's how this prank ends well for any
of us after all this?"
"No," said Kyle depressed. "And he can't. We had too nice a time, and
he's too good a guy."
"Exactly, so get it together and think about all the group pictures you
took tonight with the dateless dweebs in them with you, because guess
what?" lectured Allie. "Besides your boyfriend, they'll be staring at you
jerking off to the hot chick in the blue dress, so either you calm down
or you do it yourself without fucking up your dress and then get your ass
to the limo."
"You serious?" said Kyle mortified. "You think those guys will be...
While staring at me?"
"You know better than me?" giggled Allie. "So you tell me, my pretty
brother in the blue dress?"
"Jeez? That seemed to do it," said Kyle, disgusted and looking down,
feeling himself go limp.
"Of course it did," said Allie. "Now focus, and think like a girl again."
"Ok," nodded Kyle, looking down again, checking himself and touching his
dress.
"Good, so if you can try to just kiss him without getting too carried
away on the way home and then come in the back door without waking up
mom, then this will finally be over," Allie told him. "Prank successful.
Best day ever and I have blackmail video for a lifetime! Now please, so
finally I can undo what you've done, and get some rest because honestly
my rib cage hurts from laughing."
"You always do know what to say to make me feel great, don't you?" said
Kyle, rolling his eyes. "See you at home!"
"Of course I do, but I can't wait to watch some of the video with you to
see your face and make you admit you're going to miss being pretty,"
Teased Allie. "See you at home soon, prom girl, and I doubt I have to
tell you to make that last kiss a good one."
As he hung up, he walked out of the bathroom, as usual wanting to kill
her, and then back through the crowd, finding Johnny chatting with a few
of his buddies outside, just where Kyle left him. A few hugs goodnight to
some friends would end it quickly before they were back in the limo with
Kyle completely drained. He nuzzled in, putting his head on Johnny's
shoulder, comforted by his arm around him and rubbing fingers with the
other hand.
It would be just some pecks and tender touches, worried about himself
coming to life again, but that never happened as eventually he couldn't
control Johnny, having little choice but to make out.
When the limo pulled up at his house, Johnny got out with him. Kyle made
sure to deliver one last deep kiss under the street light but was then
ready to run off before Johnny pulled him in again.
His sister's advice did resonate with him as he wanted this to end in his
favor, as he let it be tender and passionate before finally they both
came up for air, knowing it was time.
"So thanks for tonight, but I better get inside," said Kyle, giving a
squeeze on his hand and pushing back. "Talk tomorrow, ok."
"Cool! I had a great time and can't wait to see you again," said Johnny,
taking another kiss. "I'll walk you to the door ok?"
"Actually I really did too, and sorry for the drama," said Kyle, pecking
back. "But I kind of am going to go around back, and hopefully go in
without the inquisition."
"Ok, well I'll walk you quietly to the back door then," said Johnny,
taking his hand. "I can't leave without making sure you get in ok?"
"Ok," nodded Kyle as they walked together. "Quietly."
Through the side yard they walked before pausing just before the back
porch as Kyle held Johnny's shoulder, unbuckling his ankle straps and
stepping out of his shoes. He wrapped his arm around Johnny one last
time, laughing as he accidentally cracked him in the back of his head
with a spikey heel, but that would do nothing but illicit a giggle before
they kissed deeply for the last time.
When finally they took a breath, Kyle would plant one last very soft
tender kiss before giving him a wink and then waving him goodbye as he
crept to the back porch. He leaned against the siding of the house,
staring up at the sky and needing a second to believe what his day had
been like, shaking his head that finally it was over and then gingerly
opened the back door, stepping in.
Through the little mud room he stepped softly, as the house seemed dim
and all was good until he stepped into the kitchen and suddenly it was
not his sister, as instead he saw his mother sitting there in the dimly
lit room.
"Looks like somebody had a nice time, tonight?" said his mother, looking
up from her ipad. "Didn't she?"
"Oh yes, very nice, mom," said Kyle, looking like a deer in headlights.
"Thanks for everything, and good night."
"Just a minute, young lady! Did you think you'd just sneak right past
me?" said his mother, sitting back. "Is that what I can expect during
these teenage years now?"
"Uuumm, no mom?" gulped Kyle, holding up his shoes by the back straps. "I
just didn't expect you up, and I didn't want to wake anyone. See, I took
my shoes off so I wouldn't be noisy."
"Then a word of advice, maybe next time take them off before they click
down the pavement," said his mother and rolling her eyes. "I could hear
you coming from a mile away."
"Oh sorry, I was just hurrying to get in because I'm so wiped," said
Kyle. "So goodnight mom, and thanks for waiting up for me."
"What kind of mother would I be if I didn't? and hurrying so fast you
stopped to kiss him for a good five minutes on the side yard?" laughed
his mother, pointing across the room. "You do know when you trigger the
motion detector the camera pops right on right on the security monitor on
the counter?"
"Did I?" gulped Kyle, mortified. "Crap? Yeah maybe?"
"It's ok, honey," said his mother in a more comforting tone. "I know he's
a good kid, and I told you it was ok to have a nice time, so looks like
you had quite the nice time tonight, didn't you blondie?"
"Yes, mom," said Kyle. "So can I go upstairs now please?"
"In a minute," ordered his mother. "May as well talk a little now, since
I'm up now anyway?"
"Oh please, mom," Kyle sighed. "I'm way too tired."
"So am I, but there's still a few things I want answers to," said his
mother. "Sit please."
"Ok," sulked Kyle, sitting down. "So you're mad at me?"
"That depends on if you're taking responsibility, or blaming others?"
said his mother, tapping her fingers on the table. "So beyond us both
being tired of lots of shit, quite a bit happened today that I'm not
thrilled about, didn't it?"
"I guess? And taking it," said Kyle, taking a breath. "I could have
stopped things many times, but just well..? It was Nana, and she was
excited and she's very...."
"So you're taking it, or blaming my mother?" said his mother, getting
annoyed. "Believe me, I know how she is and the last person at 1am I want
to hear making excuses about this is you!"
"I wasn't, mom! Just blame me, and only me," said Kyle, bowing his head.
"I was trying to explain how things kind of spiraled out of control and
became like a chain reaction."
"That's better," said his mother. "Because I will not be going through
these teen years with you lying and sneaking around, doing shit behind my
back like it's ok! You got me?"
"I got you," replied Kyle, looking down.
"Good, because you might think you're a princess and enjoy getting
treated like one, but that shit doesn't fly with me!" said his mother,
pointing at him.
"Yes, mom," said Kyle, almost shaking now. "So how much trouble am I in?"
"Oh plenty, but that'll we'll deal with after I talk to your father and
sleep on a few things," said his mother, stroking her chin. "And look me
in the face as I talk to you, please."
"Ok," Kyle replied, anxiously looking up at her.
"Hhhmmm?" sighed his mother, looking at him and rubbing her chin. "You
know how everyone always mistakes you for twins, but I always saw the
difference except now with you all made up, maybe my mother was right? I
do see myself now when I was a teenager when I'd get all dressed up and
do my face. It's quite uncanny really the more I look at you?"
"That I look like you did as a teenage girl?" Kyle asked. "Without really
giving it much thought, I guess that was kind of the idea today?"
"Was it?" smirked his mother.
"Yeah," replied Kyle meekly.
"Hey, well I was a hottie. You can ask my mother, and I'm not that old,"
said his mother, reaching over and playfully slapping his wrist. "And
looks like what you got from me in terms of good genetics worked for the
boys today, didn't it? So should we talk about that now?"
"About boys?" gulped Kyle. "Please no."
"Well maybe that I'll let you slide on for now, since it's so late and
let's get some of these pins out," said his mother, getting up and
walking behind him now. "But we're going to have to. No matter how much I
like him and his family, do you think I'm just going to allow you to
really date him without setting any ground rules?"
"Mom! Oucchh!" sighed Kyle, feeling her digging under his hair and
pulling out a pin. "It's been a long day and what makes you think I
really want to date him? All that was just..."
"Just don't even say another word, because just as I thought we
connected, you're right back to what I was worried about," his mother
said in a scolding tone, tossing a few pins to the table. "My reckless
smart mouthed bitch of a daughter!"
"Me?" smiled Kyle, suddenly unexpectedly relieved, watching a few more
crash down. "Like that's who you think I am?"
"Again you damn well know I saw your tongue down his throat right outside
my own house, and I'm sure you didn't give a shit, but I do," sighed his
mother, pulling out more and breaking some hairspray bonds with her
fingers. "I will not have that meaning nothing and allow you to just hop
to the next cute boy! I have not been raising you all these years to just
let you become some little floozy."
"No, mom," smirked Kyle, trying to keep a straight face, happy she
couldn't see his as she tossed down the big barrette. "You're right! You
haven't at all."
"Finally a little sense from you!" said his mother, rolling her eyes as
she was unwinding a rope braid. "Sure I'm not looking for you to be in
some crazy relationship, tied down at your age, but did you think I want
a daughter that has her tongue down every boy's throat the second she
gets the chance? That is not you, and I will not allow it!"
"Of course not, mom?" said Kyle, laughing inside as she was unwinding the
big braid above it. "In fact I guess I'd understand if I couldn't date
for a while, but that would really hurt, so if that's what you decided
I'd understand."
"Like that would work here with me, young lady?" smiled his mother,
unwinding the other rope now. "Whatever other boy is in that mind of
yours will stay there for now, and I already told you the sneaking around
stuff will not be happening. I'm only letting you date Johnny for the
moment, so the last thing I'm letting happen is you breaking his heart
after the nice time I'm sure you had, and especially the way I saw him
kiss you!"
"Whatever, mom?" smiled Kyle, rolling his eyes, feeling a sense of relief
as she unwound the last larger braid. "And he's a great guy, so obviously
no one would want that! So can I finally go to bed then?"
"Yes in a second, and stand up," nodded his mother, trying to unsnap an
extension. "Really Allison. Where's the fucking clips? You had these
glued in?"
"Did I?" gulped Kyle, feeling her tug at his scalp. "Mom, that really
hurts! I had no idea!"
"Unbelievable?" said his mother, lifting his hair. "Just go put your
pajamas on before I lose my mind with you, and I'll come help get you
ready for bed."
"Uuummm I'm really tired, and I can handle it myself, mom," said Kyle,
getting up from the table. "So if that's it then I'll see you in the
morning."
"Honey, enough please before I fucking kill you right here, so just wash
your face then I'll be in," said his mother, still checking the
extensions. "It is gorgeous, but you think I feel like hearing you whine
brushing out all that hairspray? And even if we want to preserve some
curls, you can't sleep with your hair like that. It'll be a disaster
tomorrow, so it has to be brushed out at a minimum."
"Oh I was going to just say hi to Kyle," said Kyle, trying to walk away.
"I promised him I would when I got home, and I'm sure he's still up
playing video games, plus I can brush it out myself mom! I'm thirteen you
know?"
"I'm sure he would have been if he were here, and one sec, then you can
go?" said his mother, giving him a look and unbuckling the back of the
dress. "Let me get the clasps open and the zipper started for you,
honey."
"Wait? He's not?" said Kyle, just about to walk off.
"He's sleeping at Tommy's house, your father said," said his mother,
gently gathering all the pins scattered around the table into a neat
pile. "Something about practicing baseball tomorrow before summer camp,
or I don't know exactly what. You know your father barely pays attention,
and said he'll be back in the morning."
"You're kidding?" said Kyle, spinning around annoyed. "Tomorrow?"
"I'm sorry I know you two are close, and you're disappointed he didn't
see you tonight ,but I know he cares," said his mother, feeling bad. "Now
please Allie, it's tomorrow already anyways, and he called you at Nana's
and wished you well before the date, so don't blame him. With all the
rushing around I just couldn't get home in time to bring him with me.
Blame me, honey."
"I could kill he.. him!" said Kyle as he marched up the stairs.
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