RE: Trailer Trash, 7 pt 1 (Patreon)
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Ashlee can we talk about this? Tabitha tried to muster a hopeful look.
Talk about this?! I dont have anything to talk about with you! Ashlee spat. I dont even know who you are!
Each of Ashlees accusations felt like a blow to Tabitha, like this forgotten specter from her distant past had finally found a means to haunt her. It was easy for her to read the outbursts as Ashlee saying my REAL best friend wouldnt have abandoned me, even when she knew Ashlee was simply failing to recognize her with all of her changes.
Youre not her, Ashlee repeated, accepting Tabithas silence as tacit confirmation. Youre not her.
The young girls glare hardened, growing guarded and distant. She wiped the brief tears that had formed and turned to storm out of the room with a resolute set of her jaw.
Shit, Tabitha clapped her hands over her face in vexation. Shit, shit, shit.
Shes not even unfounded in that basis, Tabitha rationalized to herself as she struggled to meet Ashlees gaze. Shes RIGHT to disassociate the current me from that Tabitha. Im NOT the Tabby she last saw on that trampoline. My memories have an almost fifty-year difference, my body is fifty pounds lighter, puberty seems to be affecting me in a different way, my diet and metabolism and energy and body chemistry are all different. Those are all the SMALL changesI have so many friends and family now. Im a different person.
Tabitha had been proud of how much shed grown in these past six months, how much shed learned, assumptions shed overturned and new perspectives gained. Her development since incarnating into her past self had been meteoric, and by contrast Ashlee had of course not changed at allshed been left behind and abandoned again, now in an entire additional new context. After seeing the hurt and confusion in Ashlees eyes, Tabitha had never found her own impossibly unfair second chance at life so bittersweet.
Shes rightfully angryand in a lot of ways, Tabithas mind raced. She knows meKNEW me, she isnt going to buy any excuse I can cook up. I dont think shed believe the truth, either. No one would. And, no one will believe Ashlee when she says Im not me, even though shes right. Technically. As if all of this needs to be any more cruel and unfair to her.
Tabitha? Mrs. Cribb stepped into the room with a bewildered expression, not even remembering to knock. What on earth happened?
She... became upset, Tabitha replied with an apologetic expression. Shesplease dont hold it against her. Shes been going through so much. And. Well. Ive changed. Quite a bit. From the girl she remembers me being.
She just stomps out here and says youre not Tabitha, Mrs. Cribb said with wide eyes. She sat down out there in the waiting room and now I cant get her to say anything at all! What happened?!
I think she needs some time, Tabitha pleaded. Please dont hold it against her. I know shes been through a lot.
Yes, butdid you say something? Mrs. Cribb asked. Are you okay? Im just completelyI dont know what to think, where all this came from.
Im okay, Tabitha said with a weak smile. Can you make sure shes okay? And, um, tell her Im sorry, if I said anything wrong?
Of course, of course, Mrs. Cribb nodded, pausing again in the door. Youre okay?
Im okay, Tabitha promised again.
Okay, Mrs. Cribb murmured. Im so sorry about all of thisI dont know what this is all about.
Its really not her fault, Tabitha said. She just can you give her some time?
I willwe will, Mrs. Cribb fretted. Were going to take good care of her. Sorry for disturbing you with all of this today. I was glad to see you seem to be doing so much better! Ill stop by again in the next week, if they havent released you yet by then.
Thank you, Tabitha said. It was good to see you.
Take care, Hun, Mrs. Cribb said, finally hurrying back down the hallway towards the wards reception area.
Ugggh, Tabitha let out a noise of exasperation the moment she was sure Mrs. Cribb was well out of earshot. She let herself fall back heavily onto her pillow and covered her face, completely at a loss as to what she should do about Ashlee. This cant be happening.
* * *
Hey, Alicia said, standing over the corner table out in the quad Elena had sequestered herself to.
High school as a loner was new to Elena, but wrapping herself in a certain amount of distance from everyone else helped bolster her new goth persona. She wasnt like Tabitha whod hidden herself away completely unseen in the library at lunch, because Elena wasnt intending to be socially invisible. Elena positioned herself on the far outer periphery of everyone else, because that was the statement she wanted to make.
Her present lack of social engagement also may have given her too much time to reflect on such things.
Hey, Elena looked up at Alicia with a neutral stare, neither intent on continuing conversation nor inviting the other girl to sit with her.
Can we talk? Alicia asked.
Sure, Elena said with indifference.
Okay, Alicia planted the sketchpad and three ring binder she was holding onto the table and then climbed over the bench to take a seat. Are you okay?
Why wouldnt I be? Elena asked.
Im seriousare you okay? Alicia pressed. Like, are we okay? If this is part of your whole new thing, then fine. Thats fine and cool. I dont want you to be all upset about the Tabitha thing, if thats what this is about.
Elena looked down at the table for a moment, weighing her words and trying to figure out what she wanted to say. After a few strained seconds she looked back up, simply deciding her friend deserved the truth.
Im really upset about the Tabitha thing.
Okaythank you, Alicia sagged slightly, trying to study Elenas now intentionally difficult to read expression. You dont have to believe her. Us. You dont have to believe us, we said thats fine. Thats okay. But, can we talk about it, or ?
I Elena frowned, staring at Alicia and trying to choose her words carefully. I dont think theres anything to talk about? Really?
Okay, Alicia said, casting a nervous glance around and fidgeting with her binder and portfolio. We dont have to talk. But, can you listen to me for a bit?
Elena shifted uncomfortably in the seat opposite her friend, fighting the urge to quibble over how listening to Alicia talk would be them talking, and how she didnt want to talk about this. With a sigh of frustration and pointed disinterest in her eyes, Elena waved her hand, gesturing for Alicia to get it over with.
I know time travels impossible, Alicia said. But, somehow or other, Tabs does know things that she cant know. About the shooting, about movies that havent come out yet, aboutstuff. The way future stuff is. I know you dont believe her and that youre not gonna be convinced, but can I just like, lay out why Im convinced, so that things arent all weird between us?
Okay, Elena said, a little more coldly than shed intended.
Tabitha knew I was an artist on the first day of school, Alicia began. Like, she knew beforehand. I had a paper out and I was doodling, not drawing, when she came up to me. Didnt have my art out, no one had seen it. I went to Fairfield middle, you guys went to Laurel. So, on that first day shes asking if I draw, wants to see my art, wants to get to know me.
What were you doodling? Elena asked.
Nothing! Alicia held her hands up. Just like, lines. Eyeballs. Shapes. Normal every person does this doodles, not even like effort or skill or anything. Just ordinary bored scribbling. But, she was suspiciously convinced that I was an artist.
That doesnt seem suspicious, though, Elena countered. What seems like normal doodles to you is probably amazing to the average person. Youre an artist.
Itsno, its not even like that, Alicia said in frustration. Anyways. I get to know her, she turns out to be different than I first thought. Were kinda sorta friends then, I guess. She asks if I want to hang out after school so we can talk about drawings and ideas and stuff, Im like, yeah, cool. The shooting thing happens. I connect it to her looking up first aid and gun shot trauma stuff because she was doing that in the library all the time and that was weird. Suspicious. She tells me about the time travel. I dont believe her.
With you so far, Elena commented in a deadpan voice.
Yeah. Well, Alicia picked at the edge of her portfolio. I kinda, I dunno, kid her about it over the days after that. Cause I cant tell how serious she really is about all of it. I happen to bring up how, yeah she mustve known me in her first life, and ask her about that stuff. She gets like guilty. She didnt know me, not even from school. Wed like, never interacted in her first life, I guess, and she only recognized me from me getting famous for my art. Kinda wanted towell, not take advantage of that, exactly, but wanted to have a sorta partnership sorta thing going on with me. My drawings, her writing. Like that.
Okay, Elena said, her interest starting to pique in spite of herself.
So I ask her about that, and Tabitha describes a specific piece of unfinished artwork in here, Alicia slid her portfolio aside and jabbed a finger at the three ring binder. Ive never ever shown anybody these ones. No one knows about them, never brought them to school. My parents would freak out on me if they found them Ive had them hidden in my room at home. Theyve never left my room. Tabitha tells me, in detail, this specific one thats super special to me, like it has huge personal significance to me as an artist. As a person. Theres absolutely, completely no fucking way she couldve known about it.
Couldve been a lucky guess, Elena shrugged. Based on
Its not, Alicia insisted. Trust me. Its not. Im going to show these to you now, so dont freak out. Okay? Ive never shown anyone these. Not art teachers or friends or anyone I know nobody. Not even Tabitha.
Alright, Elena said, curiosity getting the better of her.
With what could only be described as extreme reluctance, Alicia slowly slid the binder across the table to Elena. Intrigued as to what special secret drawings were so important that Alicia kept them hidden away, Elena opened the binder and immediately slapped it closed again upon seeing the first drawing.
Is this porn? Elena mouthed, glancing around them to see if anyone had been looking.
Its not porn, Alicia said, wrapping her arms around herself and making a face and looking incredibly discomforted at having shown anyone the secret binder. Its art. Okay? Stuff I have to practice to get good at it but I cant show anyone because of what theyd say. Okay?! You dont get good at drawing everything without practicing. Its not porn.
Narrowing her eyes, Elena carefully slid the binder off the table and tilted it partway into her lap so that no one else nearby would accidentally see what she was looking at. Upon opening the binder, she again saw the first drawing a pair of boobs hanging below a pair of shoulders and a neck. Flipping the plastic page protector another pair of boobs, smaller, different-looking ones from a slightly different angle. The next page, more boobs. The next, boobs again.
Holding her place between binder pages with her fingers, she flipped it closed again so she could shoot Alicia an incredulous look.
Its art! Alicia protested, covering her face. Dont judge me!
Are there penises, too? Elena remarked in a dry voice, opening the binder to skim through the pages.
Ew, no. Im not drawing penises! Alicia seemed aghast. Thats disgusting!
Aliciawhat, are you gay? Elena asked, looking from one sketch of naked breasts to the next in disbelief. These are all boobs.
Its an art thing, oh my God, Alicia hissed defensively. The naked female form is full of artistic beauty that I really want to be able to express. Okay?! Its not super sexual or anything, but yeah okay of course thats the conclusion everyones just gonna jump to right away. So, you see why I never show these ever ever?
Yeah, Elena said, impassively examining the depictions of naked women drawn from the side, and drawings of them in various contorted positions. Some of these are really good.
Yeah? Alicia squeaked.
But, then a lot of them look really weird, Elena remarked.
Weird, Alicia repeated. Weird how?
Like... Elena went back several pages until she found a particular drawing again. Like, here. Between her boob and her arm it looks weird, see? And then the boobs look pressed together like shes wearing something, when shes not. This boob would be out here, like in this direction. But, you drew her with cleavage.
Uhhh okay yeah that one is super messed up, Alicia admitted. I know the boob position on that ones wrong, but the way the shape turned out was nice, so I had to save it for that.
You did it again with this one, Elena pointed out, rifling through the pages. And this one. On the ones where you draw where the bottom rib stands out a bit, its down too low on her torso. Like the proportions are off, so she looks wrong.
Okay okay okay! Alicia groused. Now you totally see why its something I have to practice, then! And a lot of these are old drawings anyways, geez! I just keep all of the nudie ones together like this, some of these are from forever ago.
Just dont draw on the nipples, and these wont all be gross, Elena made a slightly disgusted face. If youd add in a few lines to give them clothing, its less weird and like porn, and you wouldnt have to keep these secret.
You wouldnt get it, Alicia sighed.
Yeah, I guess, Elena said, casually flipping through the rest of the pages. Which ones the one you think Tabitha knew of?
...Very last page, Alicia said with a hint of trepidation.
Wasting no time, Elena turned to the very end.
Okay, Elena said, staring at it intently.
Okay what? Alicia prompted, squirming in her seat.
Okay, this ones different, Elena remarked, letting her eyes search up and down the drawing as she tried to put it into words. This ones really good. Whos she supposed to be?
The final drawing stood apart from the rest in that it seemed to convey something larger than the sum of its lines. Rather than the shock value explicit and in-your-face drawings of tits, this was a womans naked back, with only a hint of breast visible on one side. The musculature of the womans posture hinted at context, the detailing in each tangled curl of hair traveling down her neck and across one shoulder seemed significant somehow, and something about the way it was drawn was simply moving.
I dont know! Alicia whispered. Ive no idea. This one just kinda came to me. Inspiration. The anatomys not exactly accurate. But, this one was totally free-hand and without any references, and it still came out looking like a billion times better than anything Ive ever drawn.
I dont think its better than your new stuff, Elena pursed her lips in doubt as she examined the piece.
It is, Alicia insisted. It completely is. The others look good, but this is good. It has better feeling. Its more. Ive tried to draw this one a bunch of other times and they never carry even like a tiny fraction of what this one has.
I dont really get it, Elena said. But then, maybe I also kinda do?
What Tabitha described to me, Alicia leaned in close to whisper, was the future perfect dream version of this that I know Im going to manage to do someday. She put into words like, exactly how I want her back, how I want to have these parts here just defined by light and shadow so theyre a little more subtleshe knew. Because, I think shed seen it. The finished version.
Theres other explanations, Elena said.
No one else even knows about this crappy version here! Alicia insisted. Let alone what itll be when its complete. Its not like I sit there and draw leaning back gainst my bedroom window so people outside can all see what I work on.
Okay, Elena couldnt help but slightly concede in the face of Alicias apparent conviction. But, that doesnt mean Tabithas from the future. Thats still, like, the least likely explanation ever.
Maybe, Alicia shrugged, keeping her shoulders hunched in close. I dont know. She knows a lot of future stuff, Lena.
Stuff that we cant verify, Elena pointed out.
Not yet, Alicia agreed. But, eventually? What are you gonna do if she turns out to be right about a lot of big things?
Invest, Elena said simply, closing the three-ring binder and sliding it back across the table towards Alicia. Make money.
Okay, Alicia sighed. Maybe therell never be a point where you totally believe her all the way. I guess. But, can you at least start believing in her? Like, you dont have to believe shes from the future, but can you at least believe that we believe that? That were not lying to you, that this isnt a mean prank and you dont need to be pissed at us? You can just think were totally fucking stupid, if you want.
I dont have stupid friends, Elena said, unable to hide her annoyance. So dont go saying you guys are stupid, ever. Okay?
Elena couldnt help but become even more annoyed as Alicias smile grew.
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/// Heatwave here, but doing okayish. Overwhelming urge to play around with Fallout 4 Settlement stuff for some reason (okay running through the Nukaworld OST while I wrote today is to blame), but then remembering what a pain it is starting a new file and gathering resources to make anything decent puts me off.
Might try buying No Man's Sky now that I've heard it's changed so much for the better. I want a game I can really escape into, but not one with such immersive lore / story that it'd keep me from thinking about my fictions while I did so. Usually that's Minecraft, but feeling ehhh about Minecraft at the moment.