Grimm Memorials
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"Hey, if you need to have your head beat in I'd be glad to do it for you"
Jackie rested his head against the freezer door and smiled weakly at Chalice, standing in the kitchen doorway. "Actually," he said, "you could be a bigger help if you'd stand behind me and kick me in the ass while I knock my self senseful!"
Chalice laughed but looked puzzled. "Don't you mean senseless?"
"No, I mean senseful, 'cuz if I'd had any sense to begin with I wouldn't have agreed to do that stupid TV show. It represents everything that I despise about TV The only programs worse than that one and its ilk are the reality shows"
"Aw, come on. What's the big deal? So you might become a minor celebrity on campus for a while. What's wrong with that? Think of all the hotties who are gonna wanna bang you cuz they see you on TV"
Jackie mentally winced at Chalice's mangling of English grammar and managed a "very funny" smile for her. "I doubt anyone will think of me as a celebrity after this-more like a freak. I might as well go on tour with Lollapalooza."
"I could go with you," Chalice said, a mischievous grin on her face as she sidled up to Jackie, put her arms around him, and nuzzled his ear. "I'm double jointed, in all the right joints," she whispered and winked sexily when Jackie, wideeyed, turned to stare at her.
He and Chalice had got to the heavy petting and occasional oral sex part of the relationship, but for reasons she kept to herself, she was reluctant to consummate it. Despite the severe Goth look, she was a very pretty girl. Jackie couldn't be sure, but he thought she might even be beautiful. He had yet to see her without makeup, which was always excessive, or without the many piercings that decorated her face. She was five foot five and a hundred pounds, with shoulderlength hair that looked like someone had hacked at it with a hatchet, leaving some parts short, others long, and most of it hanging in her face. The hair could be any color, depending on her mood, from orange to green, purple, red, or yellow, to the jet-black she presently sported. Her eyebrows were pierced with three rings each and she wore a stud in each nostril. Her ears were rimmed with studs and tiny hoops from top to bottom. She had a tongue stud and a lip ring. Her nipples were pierced and ringed, as was her belly button.
And this was all that most people saw. Add to it her stark white complexion, intense, intimidating eyes, and scowling expression, and most people probably thought her ugly. It was the effect she was going for, and she was very happy to have succeeded. She liked nothing better than to run into a bunch of "straights," as she called non-Goth types, and freak them out with her look. Jackie couldn't wait until they spent their first complete night together so that he could see what she really looked like without the costume. So far, she'd only let him have peeks but what peeks! Though he still hadn't admitted it to himself much less to her-he had fallen in love with her.
"Oh?" Jackie said, matching her mischievous smile and raising an eyebrow. "And exactly what positions can you double your joints into?"
She giggled throatily and licked the side of his face from his jaw to his eyebrow. "If you're lucky, I'll show you later, and you can bet it'll double your joint in size.
"Mmm," Jackie said, licking his lips, "But can you smoke a joint while you double your joints and, vis a vis, mine?"
"I can smoke double joints while doubling my joints and watching your joint double." She smirked, proud to be able to match his word skills in this little game they'd randomly developed and played often and spontaneously.
"But," Jackie said, always ready with another come-back, "can you smoke double joints while doubling your joints and watching my joint double while in Dublin chewing Dubble Bubble bubble gum?"
Chalice opened her mouth once, twice, and burst into raucous laughter. "No, I can't, you retard!" She punched his arm.
"That's good," Jackie told her in a mock-serious tone, "because the person who could do all that would ... rule the world!" He said the last with a flourish, raising his right arm, index finger pointed up, like a fleshy exclamation point.
"You are such a dork," Chalice said sweetly. "I'm sorry to use such lame-ass, eighties disco terminology, but it truly is the only word that fits you to a tee. Dork from the Latin, Dorkus Erectus"
"Then that would make you a dorkette," Jackie immediately quipped.
Chalice roared at that, too, and sputtered out, "I could play Radio City Music Hall as a double-jointed dorkette" Her amusement was cut short by the voices of her friends from the living room.
"It's on!"
"Jackie, you're on! Chalice! He's on!"
Chalice looked at him and touched his face gently. "It'll be cool if you let it be," she said and took his hand, leading him back to the couch, back to watching his childhood exposed like the guts of the cadavers old Eleanor Grimm had worked on all those years.
Table of Contents
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
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CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
CHAPTER 42
CHAPTER 43
CHAPTER 44