Fandom: Original
Setting: Deedee’s/Camino’s yard
Summary: Camino makes some decisions. But Brite doesn’t know what they are yet.
Rating: R for language
Owned by: Me
Rainbow Brite & El Camino Part 9b
Soup and Dusk
Camino positioned himself propped up on the arm on the old leather lazy boy in front of Deedee’s T.V. He immediately regretted the move feeling hard wood chafe him where the upholstery was torn. The camera swiveled into position in between him and the entrance to the room, locking onto his face. It watched motionless as he worked his tongue inside his thick lips, giving his face a chiseled somewhat skeletal other worldly appearance. Then it seemed to come to life with a noticeable blink, and shut off.
That’s freaky. Thought Brite. There’s that weird feeling we’re being watched again. Huh. I must be inhaling too many fumes.
What she said was, “Hey Jagger Junior.” “What’s with the thinking man stance over there?”
“Yeah, don’t hurt yourself, drifter.” Deedee laughed as she enunciated the words. It made her feel foreign, but she was disrespectful before and wanted to repair that in some small way.
“Not here. But later.”
“Okay.”Deedee sent them off shortly thereafter with a wave, a smile and a heavy sigh
“Child, they is not gon‘ make it.” she said, as they exited her yard.
He steered the car toward Fort Lonesome, the camera capturing two gently rolling heads as they headed down the road at dusk. Purples, pinks and oranges coloring the sky in soft watercolors as the sun went down again.
When they left Deedee’s that afternoon, something was foreboding. Pressing, like weighted down air. Thick planks of the element surrounding their heads. Brite could tell and she wasn’t the type to wait things out type. He had driven to his mother’s house with her but was silent. She came to the door with a suitcase in 1 hand, some cash in her other. She gave him a teary smile and a hug but also said nothing.
Like mother like son I guess. Brite looked at him with eyebrows knotted through the caked windshield.
Camino bounded from the steps with a smile and wave of his own. He put the suitcase in the car’s bed and walked back around to the driver’s side. But before that he caught a glint off the yellow pinstripe on the side of the vehicle. It was extra long due to the extended cab which was implemented to make room for the back seat. At least the bullshit story he told Brite. The truth was he wanted that stripe to be just the right length. And damn if it wasn’t. He smiled to himself with his head down. Shit. Let me get in a good look since this is the last time.
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