15 The cry of the beas (1/2)
Friday, April 11, 2014
09h45pm
In the long alley lined cut in the shape of a point facing the modern house, as Jessica pulls Adam, who clings to her arm and tries to resist her in vain, the more he progresses, the more he enters a strange and unknown world. With his questioning eyes, he observes this world populated by new faces as well as more traditional ones but this evening distorted by laughter and the alcohol that flows freely. It is a strange world populated by crazy, noisy, half-naked people who ignore the climate of this rather cold New York April. A world of free and happy fools whose only concern tonight is how to fully enjoy the party. A world that which many amnesiac detractors have forgotten that they themselves, like everyone else, had to cross it one day to move forward. One world, one bridge, called adolescence.
”Good evening, Jessica, what a pleasure to see you've come.”
”Oh Jessica is here. Good evening, Jessica, you look very beautiful again tonight.”
”Hi Jessica, do you want to do karaoke with us?”
[And I'm invisible or can feel the fish?] Thinks Adam, looking at his shoes, swollen cheeks, not appreciating very much that all these boys who gather around them, smile largely when talking to his girlfriend, even allowing themselves to ignore it. At that moment, he wants to shout ”I exist”, so that all those embarrassers who allow themselves to glean his flower turn their eyes towards him, then aware that Jessica did not come alone and that they get out of his way. Better yet, he would like to bulge his chest and proudly proclaim: ”Jessica is with me tonight.” That kind of cool stuff that heroes say in movies to get their rivals out of the way.
However, for the moment, Adam shoots Jessica's arm, who would usually have long ago continued her way and sent back these annoying insects. But tonight, seeing Adam hide an emerging anger amuses her. She therefore simulates not perceiving anything and exchanges some basic civilities with each of them, hoping that Adam himself will intervene.
After two minutes of intense and annoying social investment, seeing that her idiot boyfriend is still checking to see if his shoes are clean, Jessica gets angry. Facing her tonight, the boys are very happy to be able to get closer to the ice princess who is said to be inaccessible and temperamental. Being able to contemplate her blue eyes up close is a delight. The older ones also enjoy the generous neckline that Jessica's silver-coloured dress offers them, but no one complains, because more generally, everyone contemplates calmly, her long thin and delicate neck, her beautiful sensual lips, her small buttocks to which hands are irresistibly attracted and her toned legs of uncommon length.
Each of them avidly dissects each part of Jessica, while taking care to remain discreet and friendly, while they smile at her and taking care to orient the conversation on the career of the young girl whose eyes how to wrinkle. This pleasant session of discussion and observation suddenly stops to everyone's amazement, when Jessica kicks the ground and screams at the group.
”Out of my way, you vermin and you, you can't be a little jealous? Did you know that your girlfriend is ultra-popular and that her beauty is sought by all? Anything to say? All right, then I'll go see Kate and you do whatever you want on your side.”