Fall in May

~35~ Winsome Kisses

I kissed you then, then once again
You said you would come and dance with me
Dance with me across the sea
And we can feel the motion of a thousand dreams

Doctor! Doctor! ~ Thompson Twins

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Friday - September 19th

The first time I kissed May, was one of the top three most shockingly profound moments of my entire life. It was the first worst kiss I have ever enjoyed. If only I knew then what I know now ...I would never do it that way again. Or maybe not? But of course, it had to happen the way it did, because some things are just meant to be the way they are. 

Friday afternoon and classes are all canceled after lunch in honor of the first official "Big Game" of the season against Lincoln Heights High. In my short stay in Hell, I have learned to my vast irritation that Hell High just loves their pep rallies to death. Or as May likes to keep calling them..."Peep" rallies. On average we have at least two of these idiotic pep rallies things a week. One on Friday afternoon to get all the flocking falcons nice and frothed up for Friday Night Lights. Then another one on Monday morning to celebrate our victory last Friday.  

I have also learned that there is a third secret rally called the Virgin Sacrifice every Saturday night after a loss. Where they sacrifice a cheerleader to appease the angry Gridiron Gods. Or if they win in overtime by a field goal, to be safe just in case? Because in San Fall football is Gods Game, and everyone just loves Gods Game to death. It's a thing.

So my next big perk of being a male escort? May does not do peep rallies, because they give her migraines. So with no more classes for the day, and April off praying to the Gods for victory. Or practicing her spirit splits with the rest of the coven for their big halftime peep show finale. So for all intents and purposes, May and I are pretty much free for the entire day, for our first almost all-day date.

We decide to take a day away from it all. Take our regularly scheduled lunch show on the road, to hist the Hillside Park behind the school. So long as I am escorting her, the Sleestak Queen has even given her tacit permission to go to the Park to get away from all the noise. While I like kicking it with May anyway, I have to admit, all in all, I think I am getting the way better end of the deal out of this whole male escort thing.  

So along with all the other undesirables, the Hillside park becomes our peep rally refuge. We wander up into the forested paths towards the overhand picnic bench shelter that has become our new cool after school spot. With all the time in the world to kill on our hands, we forgo eating and elect instead to wraith walk up through the sparse woods to listen to the windsongs.  Which of course when the first serious storm of the year begins to roll over the distant hills and down into the valley.  

When I spot the first wave of darkened clouds looming in the distance, they look angry and full of heavy rage. I have an uneasy feeling the fates of the day have turned against our picnic plans. The thunderstorm rolls down into the high hills above us, just looking for some sleepy little town to drown. The first few droplets are sporadic warnings to beware the coming fury of the storm rolling over us. When the first big drop hits my neck, then rolls freezing down my spine like a shiver. So I know that this storm is full of heavy water from way above.  

As the rain starts falling, May lets me guide her quickly back down the steep trail towards out spot. We reach cover under the corrugated roof of the shelter just before the storm unleashes its rage and wrath. May in her usual exuberance is enjoying the storm show immensely, laughing along with the distant rolling thunder. As the sky above us opens up, the storm starts a slow steady shower down upon us. She indulges herself, by reaching out into the showers to touch the rain repeatedly, then using the wet to spike up her pixie cut. I honestly don't think I have ever witnessed anyone so thoroughly enjoy a raging rainstorm as much as this girl.