August 12, 1973
(Bianca's Point of View)
(Bianca's Point of View)
"Jimmy!.... Jimmy!" The whole house was quiet, probably because Jenni was out shopping for film with Cynthia. "Jimmy, come ed, I need some help moving this monster bed!" There was absolutely no reply and I sighed. Then there was the sound of a heavy door opening and closing down the corridor; Jimmy's room if I was not mistaken.
"What, love?" his voice called. "You're screaming bloody murder."
"Come move my bed, please!" I shouted as I lay on my purple shag carpet, trying to push the four-poster princess bed with my legs. I grunted and gave up, annoyed that Jimmy wasn't here yet.
His laugh came from the doorway. I tilted my head backward and saw his upside-down smile. I flipped onto my stomach and smiled back at him. "Where do you want me to move the bed, Bumble Bee?"
"Oh, just--" I stopped and eyed him curiously. "You remember the nick-name Mum gave me?"
Jimmy entered the room, his hands in his pockets. "Of course. Stacia was a lovely woman and I always thought Bumble Bee was an adorable nick-name. I also remember," he knelt down near me and touched my hair lightly, "that the first time I had heard her call you that was the day of our first kiss back in ninth year."
"Yeah... yeah, it was!" I recollected. "Fabulous day, that was."
"You wouldn't want to-- oh, perhaps-- recreated that day, now would you?" He winked at me and my stomach produced millions upon millions of butterflies. I gulped as he leaned toward me and our lips met.
"Come move my bed, please!" I shouted as I lay on my purple shag carpet, trying to push the four-poster princess bed with my legs. I grunted and gave up, annoyed that Jimmy wasn't here yet.
His laugh came from the doorway. I tilted my head backward and saw his upside-down smile. I flipped onto my stomach and smiled back at him. "Where do you want me to move the bed, Bumble Bee?"
"Oh, just--" I stopped and eyed him curiously. "You remember the nick-name Mum gave me?"
Jimmy entered the room, his hands in his pockets. "Of course. Stacia was a lovely woman and I always thought Bumble Bee was an adorable nick-name. I also remember," he knelt down near me and touched my hair lightly, "that the first time I had heard her call you that was the day of our first kiss back in ninth year."
"Yeah... yeah, it was!" I recollected. "Fabulous day, that was."
"You wouldn't want to-- oh, perhaps-- recreated that day, now would you?" He winked at me and my stomach produced millions upon millions of butterflies. I gulped as he leaned toward me and our lips met.
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"Jimmy! Bianca! I'm home, and I brought Rob, John, and Bonzo with me! Well, not really... But it just so happened that we both pulled into the driveway at the same time!" came a shout from the foyer downstairs. I gasped and threw the covers from my body, turning to Jimmy with an exasperated face. He was laying in bed smoking a cigarette, calm as could be.
"Jimmy!" I whisper-shouted. "Jenni's home! Quick! put on some clothes and get out!"
You underestimate the speed in which I can exit a bedroom, fully clothed and undetected," he responded coolly. "I've done it a thousand times before, love."
I growled and he sat up, putting his cigarette in the ash tray on the bedside table. He stood and pulled on his pair of leather pants and grabbed his Renaissance-style blouse-thing. "So I guess we're an item now, eh?" He leaned over the bed and kissed me one more time before leaving the room with everything he had left.
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