Re: Alvin Ever After: Alvin in the Fourth
Day 9
Since she had slept for a while, Destiny continued to drive so that when Meek and I woke the following morning we opened our eyes to a breathtaking site… the Pacific Ocean.
“MOMMA DESTINY!” I shouted, which scared my two companions nearly out of their minds, “YOU DID IT!”
I giggled at the look of their shocked faces, “Sorry, I got excited.”
Meek went from dead asleep to wide-awake as he jumped from the truck and ran toward the water only to find that he couldn’t get to it. We were parked a top a cliff I knew all too well. I chose not to tell Meek and Destiny that the cliff we were on is known informally as Hell’s Drop due to the fact that three people at three different times over the past decade have committed suicide by throwing themselves onto the rocks below.
“Destiny we are so close to my old house!” I screeched as I stood, clutching Meek’s left arm and bouncing on the balls of my feet.
I was like a kid at Christmas time, standing in line at the Mall to see Santa Claus! A part of me believed that if I ran to my old home right now, I would find Mom standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes by hand and John passed out in his chair while some basketball game was playing on the TV.
As if on cue, my belly growled loudly.
Meek giggled as he asked, “Was that your stomach?”
I looked down while lifting my shirt to expose my belly button.
“What’s the matter?” I asked while lovingly rubbing my tummy.
Then looking up to Meek I tried to keep a straight face as I told him, “He says he’s hungry.”
“Oh baby! He’s not the only one. I could eat the asshole out of a cow right about now.” Destiny said, while sitting on the front bumper of her truck and pulling me backward into a loose reverse bear hug.
It was clear she didn’t even realize what she’d just said.
Meek and I shared a moment of eye contact before we both busted out laughing.
“What?” Destiny asked.
Meek fell over on me laughing and we both tumbled to the ground.
“WHAT?” she asked again and then waved us off as if desgusted with the two of us.
She leaned back against the truck and let out a loud moan.
Meek rolled off me and was up on one knee when he expressed what he and I had both thought at the exact same time, “Whoa, you look beat!”
“Oh sweet boy, we only got here about ten minutes ago.” She said as she stood, walked over to where I was still on the ground and dropped down beside me.
She then dangled around the front of my face the long gold chain of a small pendant clock, which she wore around her neck.
“You need more sleep.” I suggested as I leaned my head back against her right shoulder and looked up into her beautiful brown eyes.
“We’re a whole day early. Why don’t we get a room again?” Destiny suggested.
“That would be wonderful.” Meek answered and in the same breath he added, “Alvin smells like a barn yard!”
“HEY!!” I objected.
She then asked him, “You still wanting to do it?”
Meek nodded and answered robustly, “You bet! I mean yes! Yes, please!”
“Do what?” I asked.
As if I hadn’t spoken she said to him, “In that case, I say we go get some Z’s, and then we can get you ready! And you’re right, he does smell a bit!”
She gave me a bump with her elbow.
Ignoring her comment on my odor I asked with impatience, “Ready for what?”
“You’ll see my stinky baby-boy!” she said coyly as she tilted her head down and kissed my forehead.
She got up and started arm in arm with Meek toward the truck.
Still on the ground I sniffed under both of my arms and tried to lean over to sniff my very wet front before exclaiming in a loud voice, “I don’t smell that bad!”
We drove down to Chula Vista, which was only about fifteen minutes from Hell’s Drop. We went through the drive-thru at McDonalds, and then I gave directions to the bevy of hotels across from Mid-Bay front.
Momma Destiny checked us into the Best Western on E Street and while Meek and I were settling in, she told us to stay in the room and not to let anyone see us until she got back. She didn’t tell us where she was going or why.
“I’m going to take a quick shower.” I announced.
Meek chimed in with, “Maybe a long one would be better.”
I turned on him and jabbed an accusing finger into his chest while failing to hide my wide grin, “You trying to say something there Big Sister?”
Acting just like Destiny he waved his hand, snapped his fingers twice, and said, “Honey baby-child, I think you got more in your padded drawers than just your little play thang!”
I blushed because he knew I had been concealing another accident.
