Noah’s remaining sentence time in the juvenile detention center felt like it was dragging by. He still had a few weeks left to serve. That evening, he was sitting on his bunk reading Sharlee’s letter and looking at her pictures. She wrote him every day. The guard came into his cell to take him to make his phone call, and Noah left the letter and pictures on his bunk.
His roommate said, “Man, she sure is some Breezy! I bet she gives some mind blowing candy!”
He handed Noah the letter and the picture that Sharlee had given him of her, but he intended to keep the sexy picture of her that Ton had taken with his cellphone without her knowledge. Ton had taken it the night that Sharlee and Anna had found Mick’s girls and sent the picture to Noah.
Noah told him, “I’m only saying this one more time. Give me the picture.”
He reached up and jerked Dean off of the bed. Dean landed hard on the floor.
“She’s not a Breezy! She’s a real lady and if you dare to say anything else about her, you’d better show some respect!”
Dean climbed up onto his bunk and didn’t say anything when the guard walked by their cell.
Noah told him, “It’ll be even easier the second time around.”
Dean didn’t say anything else, but Noah knew that he got the point.
Surprisingly after that first day, Noah and Dean found out that they had a lot in common. They both had poor relationships with their parents, and they both were crazy about motorcycles. Dean was released before Noah, but afterwards he came regularly to the detention center to visit Noah. He visited until he moved from Bridgeport.
“No, she sent me a text, but I haven’t had a chance to read it yet.”
“She and Connor are coming over to my place tonight. I’m having a last minute party. You’re invited too.”
“Yes. She told me it was a mutual decision between you.”
“It was mutual. We’re just friends now.” He seemed to be hesitating. Then he said, “I’ve been meaning to ask you. Are you and Noah still going together?”
David smiled. “No just yourself.”
Sharlee went home and told her parents about the party. Dale and Alissa had met David and his parents and liked them. They believed that David was genuinely sorry for what he had done to Sharlee. Dale told her that she could go, but to be back home by 11:30. After her club experience in Bridgeport, they had given her a curfew.
Sharlee didn’t intend to stay that late. She wasn’t in the partying mood. She did her homework and then she changed clothes. When she was ready, she headed to David’s house.
There were a lot of people already there when she entered the house and the party was in full swing. The music was loud and many of David’s guests were dancing. Isabel waved to her as she and Connor danced. David had been watching for her and came over as soon as she came through the door.
Sharlee agreed and they found a spot on the floor. They danced for several songs. “You’re a good dancer!” Sharlee had to shout to be heard over the music. David barely heard. She was surprised that his parents hadn’t told them to turn the music down. Before long, she found out that his parents weren’t home and didn’t know about the party.
After their dance, Sharlee sat down on one of the couches. Someone brought her a drink, and she sipped it. She was shocked to taste vodka in it. Then she saw that some of the couples, including Isabel and Connor, were no longer dancing, but were making out.
She placed the drink on the table without drinking it. She decided that it was time to go home. She didn’t feel comfortable. This wasn’t her kind of party. She went to find David to let him know that she was leaving. She headed down the hall, calling to him, although she knew that he wouldn’t hear her over the music.
David was in the kitchen. He had discovered the alcohol and poured it down the sink. He didn’t know who had brought it, but it was not what he had planned for the party. His parents would kill him if they ever found out that he’d had a party where alcohol was served.
“I had to get rid of those drinks. I’m surprised at how many people were drinking them!”
“Well there’s not much dancing going on out there right now.”
“What do you mean? I still hear the music.”
Couples broke apart and most started to dance again. The atmosphere of the party changed.
David grabbed Sharlee and they started dancing. They danced together for several more songs.
“What’s wrong, Isabel?”
Connor and I broke up tonight.”
“Yeah. I’ll be okay though. It’s for the best. You and David seem to be really getting along. He’s hardly left your side tonight.”
Sharlee hadn’t realized it, but he had stayed with her throughout most of the evening. “He’s just trying to be nice. I know he still feels guilty about the flyer.”
Before they could talk anymore, David returned with some drinks.
“They won’t find out if I clean everything up.”
“If my parents run into them, they might mention it.”
“It should still be okay. They’ve never said that I couldn’t have a party, and it wasn’t a wild one. At least it wasn’t after I got rid of that vodka. I really appreciate you both staying to help me clean up.”
Isabel went to take some trash into the kitchen.
“Okay. I just had to ask. I understand. Actually, I’m not interested in anything serious with anyone right now. Would you like to go see a movie sometime and maybe we could go to the new skating rink together.”
When Sharlee went home, her parents were still up. She knew that they were waiting for her to get home. It’d be a while before they could forget about her coming home drunk in Bridgeport and completely trust her again.
“Did you have a nice time?”
“Are you going?”
“I told him I’d go.”
“That’s great Honey. You need to get out more.”
She didn’t sound very excited about it.
“I’m tired. I think I’ll go up to bed.”
She kissed them goodnight and then went upstairs.
Alissa looked at Dale’s beaming face.
Alissa just shook her head.
Note to readers:
Although they haven’t moved in the story, you may have noticed that I’ve moved the Stallworths to Lucky Palms. I really love that city, and I thought that it would offer more for the story than Mesa Valley. Because I’m not using Mesa Valley anymore, I don’t feel it right to continue using the name Mesa Valley for the story. Mesa Valley is still a great world though.
Since the architecture and the scenery in Lucky Palms looks so much like Santa Fe, New Mexico, I’ve decided to begin calling the Stallworth’s town Santa Fe. Santa Fe is a high desert mountain town, and they do receive snow for skiers in the winter. I can have more weather variety in the story while keeping true to the climate of the town where the Stallworth’s live. I know it’s just a little thing, but I wanted to let you all know.
Also, thanks so much to Jacqueline for making Dean and some of the party guests for me!