Shame on You and Me [Chapter 3] (SNIPPET)

Shame on You And Me
Chapter 3
Breann Wathen

The bus didn’t take very long and dropped me off 4 minutes away from the apartment building. It was creeping around 2 a.m. and I didn’t want to make any noise. I shifted through the bushes right outside the door and slid in. Chuck and Jett were hanging out in front of staircase, punching each other.

“Amber, what are you doing getting home so late? A one night stand with ‘ol buddy boy?” Chuck crosses his arms. Jett stifles out a weird snort.
“Uh, no. Chelsea had a pa- wait, why am I explaining myself to you? Good morning you jerks.” I stomped up the stairs, feeling their eyeballs glued to my ass. I lightly jogged down to our door and unlocked it. I hung my keys on the helpful Scotch hooks on the walls. Perfect alignment goes to moi.
I snuck into the bathroom, rubbing off all the traces of makeup and guilt from today/yesterday. I slipped into some oversized t-shirt and hid under the covers. Nathan rolled over and smacked me in the face. I threw his abnormally long arms back to his side.

“Where were you at bay-beeee?” he slurs.
“I stayed at the party a little longer than expected.” I had the cover close to my mouth, muffling the words.
“Yeah, freckles are a freak of na-” he went back to gently snoring. I drifted into a deep sleep. I dreamed of a world that only existed of people I love. Surprisingly, Nathan wasn’t in it. Is this meant to be?

*                *                *                *                *                *                *                *

It’s a work day and I’m terrified. I haven’t even tried to clear things up with Ian since Chelsea’s party. I take a quick shower, going through various scenarios in my mind. Ian will chop my head off because he’s so fed up with me. Ian gets on one knee and proposes to me. Or it could just be any other day.

“Bye babe." Nathan raised his head from the fridge with a uncooked hot dog in his mouth.
“Bye.” I walked out the door and started down the stairs. I texted James, the local carpool guy for Plenty Superstore. Yeah, we were so elite that we direly needed a carpool. He said he was on his way. I stood outside the building door, tapping my foot and awaiting the trusty commercial van to pull up. I picked at a remaining chip of hot pink polish on my nail. The annoying screeching of the brakes and loud horn startled me. I sit in the dead center of the van, usually blocking the rear view mirror.
“Just move your head to the right. Just a little.” I could see the veins popping out of James’ neck, straining to see oncoming traffic.
“See? This is why Tracy should sit in the middle. She’s only 5 foot.” I crossed my arms, my head barely touching Margret’s shoulder.
She worked with stock and I could see all the stuff she smuggled into her huge work bag every night. I never tell anyone because I know she’s taking all that food back home to her 2 kids and mother on disability. She’s an empowering woman yet he never wants any help. Plus I always give her 4 bucks when we need to pay for our weekly gas commission. She needs every cent she earns.
“Excuse you, Amber. I’m nearing near 5’2.” Tracy looked over her huge bifocals and murmured.
Everyone rolled their eyes and she went back to playing with her Chinese knockoff iPad. I have the slightest urge to just jump into that back seat and clobber her face in. I forgot to wear a tank top under my polo because I was rushing so fast to get away from Nate. I kept moving uncomfortably in my seat cause I could feel Frank’s (another cashier) eyes on my chest. I also saw that James had the top mirror fixated on them. Now I see why I’m always in the middle.
      I looked at Daisy who looked at her size A36 chest (I know because I saw countless bras and Kleenexes fall out of her personal locker one evening.) and then looked at mine. She let out a soft growl. She tapped Frank on the shoulder but he shrugged his shoulder, hinting for her to stop.
“James, how long before we get to work?” she successfully pulled off a annoying voice, bouncing in her seat trying to make James look at her.
“Just sit tight Betty.” We were at a stop light so he got an extra long look at my chest.
“It’s…whatever.” She crossed her arms tightly around herself, something I can never do because of my ‘blessings’. Daisy only wanted this job for a quick way to head off to California and get a cheap but good boob job. And that she wouldn’t get her grandfather’s inheritance until he was a gonner.  Plenty was just around the corner so I grabbed my purse from the ground, feeling someone else’s hand touch mine.
“Here you go girl.” It was James.
“James! You’re supposed to be driving!” I pointed at the huge tree we were headed for. James swirled back into his seat, gripping the wheel tightly trying to steer away. Too late.

The van made a huge smacking noise, hitting the tree dead on. Everyone screamed and I just sat there, thinking about it. If I wasn’t so afraid of seeing Nate this morning, I would’ve gotten the tank top. And then James’ wouldn’t have been staring at me and forgetting about driving. This is somehow my fault. I saw the huge white airbags puff out from all the sides of the van, hitting me hard in my hip.

June was in the passenger seat, breathing heavily inside some old Subway sandwich wrapper, trying to calm herself down. Daisy was on the phone calling the ambulance. Margret was sitting there just like me and we looked at each other for a moment, then she gave me a hug. Out of nowhere, a hug. I was surprised but I wrapped my arms back around hers. She must’ve been so scared. Frank had a huge piece of glass bulging from his forearm. He poked at it, hissing at each touch. Tracy was tracing over the huge crack on the screen of her ’iPrad’. James had his face buried in his hands, quietly repeating some prayer over and over.
I was still in Margret’s hold when I saw and heard the sirens.

Shame on You and Me [chapter 2]

Shame on You and Me
Chapter 2
Breann Wathen

“Hey Chels!” I strutted through the door.
“Hey Ambs! Hey Nate!” She waved from the dance floor. She had gone all out for her 25th birthday. There was this huge lighted dance floor (it was were everyone was at), this bulky machine blowing out countless bubbles, and a huge buffet table.
“I’m heading over to that table, want anything?” I looked at Nathan. I could see he was still kinda pissed at me.
“Nah, two sticks of gum did it for me.”
“Sayonara.” I turned around and headed for the buffet, but Angela blocked my way.
“Hey girlie! I have not seen you since our trip to New Orleans! Where have you been?” She had this huge piece of lettuce in her teeth.
“Nothing much. Plus you got something right there.” I pointed to the lettuce.
“Oh lord. I’m sorry; the chef salad over there is bomb.” She picked it out while staring at me and it made me mad for some reason.
“Well, I guess I’ll grab a small serving.”
“Yeah, go do that. See you on the dance floor?”
“Opposite of no.” I was inching away slowly.
“AH! I love you girl!” Angela put her hand on my shoulder and then walked off. That is the reason she cannot hold a relationship with anyone, too touchy. I got over the buffet table and it was heaven. Buffalo wings, those little ham sandwiches and cookies. I literally ate everything off that table. I walked back over to a table and pigged out. Out the corner of my eye, I saw Chelsea walking near my way. I had just enough time to wipe my hands and eat like a ’lady’.
“Hey Amber! Sorry if my greeting was kinda rude, that music was calling me.” She sat down and wiped her sweat on her super cute jean shorts.
“No problem. Happy birthday though. I might have to leave soon.”
“Why? You just got here. Enjoy all this stuff I paid for.” She began to laugh.
“Nathan is kinda mad at me so he won’t last long.”
“You car is still in the shop? Ridiculous. “
“Agreed.” I rolled my eyes. Chelsea rose from her chair, stretching tall.
“Well I’ll be over there if you need anything.” I took my plate over to the trash. Nathan was walking over to me.

  “Can we leave soon? Nothing’s going on.” Nathan was scoping out the dance floor.
“Why can’t I enjoy my best friend’s birthday party?”
“Why couldn’t I stay at Scott’s house?”
“We were there for 5 hours Nate!”
“Well, catch a ride with someone because I’m heading back home.” He leaned in for a goodbye kiss.
“Don’t even try that. Bye.” I pushed him back and walked off. Why is he acting like an asshole? Seriously, I didn’t want to be at Scott’s but I just had to deal with it. Whatever.
I started on my way to the dance floor, doing some weird shimmying move.
“I LOVE THIS SONG!” One of her co-workers was in the middle, jerking her body quickly to the tempo. I was kinda weirded out, but there was a peculiar taste to that punch.
‘Imma Be’ started playing and I couldn’t help myself. While dancing in my own world, someone bumped into me.
“Sor-Amber?” It was Ian.
“Hey! How do you know Chelsea?” I was still shaking my shoulders.
“We’ve been friends since daycare years. I’m surprised I was in her contacts.”
“Wow. Our 7th grade gym teacher made us have a relay race against one another. I won.” I raised the roof.
“Oh really, you don’t seem like the athletic type.” He pinched my arm.
“Remember that it was like 12 years ago.” I giggled, like a flirty giggle and I meant it.
“Well, keep shaking your body. See ya Monday?”
“Sure, yeah. Later.” I waved while he was walking away. I know I shouldn’t say this, but Ian has a tight body. I mean, he looks lanky but I know there is something going on under that grey v-neck he was wearing. And I have the urge to find out. I shook my head, erasing all of the dirty thoughts and then prayed to God that he wouldn’t throw me in a pit of lava or something.
“Amber! Shake your ass over here girl!” Chelsea was dancing, her cup high in the air. I maneuvered through the thick crowd and got next to her.
“You didn’t tell me you knew Ian.”
“Oh him? He was just a childhood friend. Hadn’t seen him in some years. I just wanted all my good people here to live it up with me tonight.” I take a long sip from her cup and raises back up again.
“I’m gonna head over to the bar.” I slid through the crowd again and saw Ian standing at the bar.

“I’ll take a…Budweiser ‘muh man.” I eased right next to him.
“Budweiser? Classy choice.”
“Yeah, I’m the designated driver. I don’t need to get too wasted.”
“Same here. Drinking too much just causes problems. A Sprite please.”
 The bartender nodded at us and grabbed he two drinks from the cold fridge. Ian grabbed them both and gave the man a 3-dollar tip. He led me to a table far away from the whole party scene.
“Why so far away?” We were under this little gazebo covered in Christmas lights.
“Meh, too much noise. I just really want to talk to you Amber.” Ian hands me my drink. I open the can and let the carbonation fill my nostrils, making my eyes water.
“You alright?” Ian puts his hand on my shoulder. I quickly react by getting up and moving outside the gazebo.
“I’m fine, just need some fresh air.” Wasn’t that a terrible lie. The truth is that I want him, I like him too much.

If only Nathan and I could set up a guilt free pass thingy for a week. I’d go to a luxurious beach with Ian. Seeing his 8-pack glisten in the sun as I rub sun-tanning lotion on him He would take a flower and place it in my nice soft beach waved hair. We could walk across the ocean without a care in the world. Best. Vacay. Ever.

“Amber? I’m sorry. I really am. I’ve been too ongoing with you lately because, I kinda have feelings for you.” Ian turns me towards him. I can’t help but stare into those big crystal blue eyes. I try my hardest but I can’t.
“Amber, you’re amazing. I know you love Nathan and all but I just feel better knowing that you know what I’ve needed to tell you.” Wait, what did he just say?
“Ian, wow. Umm.” I can’t find any words to reply with. His hands are still on my shoulders, slowing moving down to my middle back.
“Our drinks! Yeah. Your beer is gonna be hot and my Sprite will go flat. I’ll just go over here for a second.” Damn it Amber. Why do you have to be so awkward? I rushed back to the gazebo, mind racing, and my heart won’t stop beating so quickly. I know me and Nathan have our fights but I can’t let this happen. I gulp the last two drops of soda and starting walking towards for the parking lot.

“Amber, wait! I thought your car was in the shop? Here, I’ll give you a ride home.” Ian grabs for my shoulder again but I jerk it back quickly.
“No thanks Ian. Look, it’s been a great night but I just need to get home, by myself.” I head to the parking lot.

“Amber, I’m sorry if I made you feel weird and I understand if you don’t’ feel that way about me. Nate’s a real cool guy.” You don’t understand Ian. I can never tell you how I feel. Soon you’ll find another girl to chase after, knowing she feels the same way about you. And Nate’s not a cool guy; he’s hiding something from me. I know it. I want you Ian. You and only you. If I could only speak my mind, instead I run headed for the street, finding the next bus that’ll take me close enough to home.
I can hear Ian's footsteps crunching through the dry brittle grass. The bus pulls up and I drop in the change. The bus lights illuminate Ian’s face. The saddest expressions I have ever seen. I find the nearest seat wait patiently. I hope that this night ends soon.                

Shame on You and ME 1 REDO.

ok so i decided to make this a smosh fanfic. call it whatchu want.


Shame on Me & You.
Chapter 1
Breann Wathen

“Okay, now whack the ball!” Nathan had his lean arms around my slender shoulders. Today was the day I had to do something he enjoys since we went to the spa and Woodcrest Mall yesterday. As I swung the club, the ball soared, touching the brim of the wonderful afternoon sky.

“Whoa! Nice job! Better than those last club-to-shin swings.” He pulled me in for a celebratory kiss. He tasted of Budweiser beer since he tossed a couple back with his buds at lunch.
“Why, thank you.” I moved out of his grasp to do a glamorous curtsey. My “golfer chic” outfit consisted of a light pink polo, short white skirt, and a white visor.

“Now, who wants to head to ’Mr. Dawson’s Dolls’?” Nathan put on a playful grin. No way could he be serious. I’m not stepping into a sleazy strip club. They’re only filled with lonely desperate husbands ranking in a big salary & high school drop out mothers.

“Never.” I stood ground.
“Fine, let’s go to Scott’s to catch the rest of this Miami Heat game.” Nathan held up his hands in defense as he bumped into the hood of the car.
“Okay, but I need to run home real quick so I can feed Mossy.” I pulled open the door while fidgeting with my itchy bra strap.

Mossy is my dog I love (maybe more than Nathan or Ian). You may want to know who Ian is. Well he is this guy who works at Plenty Superstore with me. While I work the register, he maybe doing some work or goofing around on those scooter carts. I’m really surprised he still has a job there. Sometimes he’ll put the customer’s items into bags only at my register or empty out my trash bin, occasionally brushing his hand across my butt with a sleek grin on his face. He’s very nice and funny and cute but I’m already in a relationship.

I snap back to reality and realize we’re at the apartment. As I reach for the door handle, Nathan taps my shoulder.

“Hey babe, could ya grab my charger & a six pack?”
“Sure.”
“Thanks.” I closed the door and blew him a quick kiss. It was so cute when he pretended he lost it and asked for another one. I pull open the car door (cause I’m a sucker) and kiss him lightly. While my booty was in the air, another car pulls into the parking spot beside us and blows their horn. I hit my elbow in the dashboard trying to sit in the passenger seat. I hear Nathan chuckling and as I turn my head around slowly, I see the two bastards. Chuck and Jett were giving thumbs up and laughing along. I step out the car, smoothing out my skirt and kicking their tire.

The rusty old hubcap pops off and does multiple spins. Chuck struggled to roll down his window.

“Now we gotta go get some Gorilla Glue!” He poked his head out of the with a patchy beard. He had a stocky face, a small gold hoop, a minor bruise above his eyebrow (maybe from a drunk bar fight), and a dirty ‘Dixie Girls’ trucker hat. While tossing my hair and winking at him, I opened the building door. As jogged up the stairs, I heard a constant jingling followed by someone clearing their throat. It was Mrs. Gregory. She was waving at me to come see. I quickly stomped the stairs and was face to face with her.

“Yes ma‘m?” Now I’m kind of annoyed.
“Could ya open this door and carry groceries in? My arthritis is kicking in. Damn it!” Mrs. Gregory is lucky that she’s a cute old lady.
“Of course.” As I turned the door key and pushed the door open. I was in shock, the whole apartment was empty.
“Just set them on the counter, baby.”

I walked over to the counter, the cold AC air hitting my freshly ‘Nair-ed’ legs.


“Uh, Mrs. Gregory, what happened to everything?” The whole apartment was stripped. There stood an end table, lamp, TV tray, small television and some rickety chair. The paint on the walls had faded. I couldn’t believe she was living like this.


“Amber, can you stick my meds and milk in the fridge?” Mrs. Gregory was placing her purse on the counter next to me.

“Mrs. Gregory, what happened to everything in here?” I pulled open the fridge, my light bulb blinking and the smell of rotting roast beef smacked me in the face. I hurried and turned back to her, waiting for an answer.

“What did you say honey?” She looked at me, heading shaking. Her sliver bob hanging underneath the brim of the sharp chin. She grossly licked her lips.

“What happened to everything?” I followed her eyes that were traveling down to my skirt.

“Where in the heavens did you buy this?! Girls shouldn’t be wearing things like this! This is why your baloney hangs out and you wonder why Steven hasn’t called back yet! You wear the frills, they get the thrills then you end up with the bills!” Mrs. Gregory was tugging on my skirt and babbling on and on. Eventually she calmed down.

“Did you hear that honey?” Mrs. Gregory was sipping her hot tea.
“Hear what?” This woman was mentally insane.
“That beeping noise.” I started to hear it. Oh shazz, it was Nathan.
“I gotta go Mrs. Gregory!” I grabbed my keys and bust through the door. I peeped through the building door and gave Nathan the “one more minute” sign. He hit the horn two more times. I bounced up the stairs. Being in apartment 3B was never satisfying. Mossy jumped up at my legs, barking.

“Hey girl. Mommy gots to get some things really quick, kay?” She ran over to the rack were I keep her leash. I chuckled at her and ran to our bedroom. I was rumbling around in Nathan’s nightstand. Old watches, no-good lottery tickets, and a condom box? Whoa, Nathan and I haven’t really gotten to that level. I love him, he loves me, but I still need like another, month or so. Well maybe he’s preparing and all. I snapped back into reality and found the charger.

“Does the Mossy have food in her bowl?” I checked since I got no answer. I poured her some fresh water, blew a kiss and ran out the door. When I got back to the car, Nathan was signaling me to get in.

“What took you so long?” He put the car in reverse and backed out the tiny spot.
“You know Mrs. Gregory and the constant babbling. Plus she had groceries this time.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Those bags must have held a million tomatoes. Too much for your little dainty arms to handle.” Nathan was flicking his wrist and whining.
“Whatever.” After that long 16 minutes, we finally arrived at Scott’s house. As usual, there were red tumbler cups scattered around the yard. Scott was doing what he does best, talking it up with the ladies. (More like women that were there against their will)
“Scott! My main man!” Nathan slammed the door and started doing that whooping noise guys do. Ugh. I stepped through the half-dead yard, trying to make it safely to the house. I walked causally in the house, making sure I didn’t wake anyone, because everyone at this residence wakes up at about, 3 .p.m.
“Hey Cindy!” Freddy was stretched out across the couch, beer in one hand, cheese puff in the other.
“It’s Amber.” I waved back and looked for another chair.
“Hey, gimme another beer, Brenda.” Freddy threw his finger in the air, pointing towards the mini-fridge in the corner.
“It’s Martha. You got some damn legs, now git it yourself.” Martha screeched back at him.
“Hey honey, I’m Martha.” She got up and stretched her arm to me. She had a pretty complexion and a nice manicure.
“I’m…”
“Amber. See I remember names better than this old coot.” She hooked her thumb over her shoulder. Freddy snorted and dug his hand further in his belly button. She sat down at the table with me.
“How did you end up here? You seem like such a nice girl. You’re not here for that funny feeling plant, are you? You know that stuff messes with your brain and can turn your hair gray? I had this one friend, well I wouldn’t call her a friend since she wanted me to take her to buy the stuff, but she lost her kids and her job. It ruins ya.”
“To answer that first question, my boyfriend is good friends with Scott. And no.” I laughed.
“Oh, Nathan?”
“Yeah, him.”
“Oh… well I’m Scott’s aunt. Just visiting to make sure he’s not getting into
Trouble and things. I’ve had custody of him since he was eleven. He’s been through and seen a lot. Poor thing. It’s great to see he’s doing fine.” Martha wipes a tear from her eye.  Her foundation smears and she wipes it on her pants.
“Wow. I never knew. I guess only they tell the guys cause Nathan never mentioned anything to me.”
“Yeah, that’s their ‘Nye code’ or something. So tell me more about yourself girl. Don’t be shy ‘round me, I’ll bring the wild side outta ya!” Martha started to swing her arm around her head like a t-shirt.
A golden locket was jumping around her freckled chest. It really caught my eye, to the point I had my eyes glued to her chest. Leaning in so close, I almost tipped over in my chair.
“Ya alright honey? My eyes are up here.” Martha began to giggle.
“I’m so sorry. It’s that locket around your necklace. It’s…something I’ve never seen before.”
“Yeah. At your age, there’s a bunch of things you haven’t seen. Lucky you. Anyways, this was my great-grandmother’s. I knew her for a short time, but before God called on her, she handed me this and said, “Darling, ya know I love ya, but keep this near and dear to your heart. Ya hear?” After that, the flat line filled my ears.” Martha held a humble grin on her face.
“Wow. I’m sorry.“ I averted my eyes to focus on something else in the room, something to keep the tears from coming. Her stories really touch me, even though she didn’t tell me in deep detail.
“It’s alright, hon.  It’s nice that I’m entertaining ya. Rather than that devil box over there.” She turned her head to look at Freddy again. The bright lights from the TV were flashing across his face.
“There’s that blank look again.  35th time today and it’s only 5.” Martha examined her watch.
“5 o’clock?” Oh shazz. I had to be out at Chelsea’s house by 5:45. It’s her birthday and she’s like an hour away from here!
“I’m so sorry Martha but I gotta go. Have a good night.”
“Alright hon. Don’t mess with that funny feeling plant, ya hear?!” Martha slid a cigarette from her bra. I raced to the door and grabbed Nathan by his sleeve.
“We gotta go. Chelsea’s having a party and I promised I would be there by 6.” I harshly whispered in his ear.
“It’s only…oh sh-You know Chelsea. Hold on a minute.” Nathan said his goodbyes to the crew and fumbled for his car keys.
“When does your car get out the shop?  ‘Cause this is ridiculous.” Nathan was huffing and puffing putting the car in drive.
“Hopefully this Thursday, no later than Saturday.” I was reapplying mascara in the tiny visor mirror.
“Hmm. Well close your mouth doing that.” Nathan snickered to himself.
“Don’t mess with me, I’ll catch your ass off guard and make a move.” I was putting the wand back in the container.
“Why do you even spend 8 dollars on that crap if you look the same? Pretty pointless, pricy too.”
“Pretty, yes. Pointless, nugatory.” I searched through my huge bag looking for my lip gloss.
“And that big bag. Pointless also.”
“You know what?” I shifted in my tight seat belt towards him.
“You shut up and drive the car. This was all fun and games 3 minutes ago but now you just pushed the limit.” I turned back around the swiped the gloss around my lips, making weird face to get every cranny to piss him off.
“Plus your eyes are supposed to be on the road, not on me.”
“You know I ca-”
“Let me stop you there. Don’t try to pull any smooth tricks out your butt.” My comment had to be the end because he just turned up the radio and rode in silence.

It’s not that I’m being the bad guy, he never should have had said anything. Ian is just so more understanding and borderline amazing.  Well, I’ll be back to work tomorrow so I don’t have to spend the whole day with him. To be honest, I’m second guessing this. This thing we call a relationship. But I’ll try to keep it, just to see what happens. What the worst thing that can happen? He’ll cheat on me and I’ll be heartbroken? Pshh.