Monday, January 31, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Destiny is never one to back down from a challenge, so she takes a deep breath and approaches Tom. “What’s up Tom?” Destiny says as he gets up from the weight machine.
He doesn’t say a word in return. He just peers at Destiny through his dark shades.
“Hey, I’m a big fan and I just wanted to introduce myself.”
“Don’t waste your time shorty. I won’t remember you.” Tom says in more of a grunt.
“I beg to differ. I can guarantee that you’ll never forget me.”
“Look, I just finished working out and I’m starving, so unless your hiding two quarter pound, all beef burgers in that bra of yours, I’m not interested in whatever you’re selling. Ya dig?”
Destiny is slightly taken aback, but she recovers quickly. He didn’t walk away, so that’s a good sign, Destiny says to herself. “Look Tom, you know like I know that time is precious – so Imma give it to you straight. You’re going to need me one day.”
Tom is slightly amused, yet intrigued by Destiny’s boldness. “Come here,” she says. He finds himself leaning in to hear what she has to say. “I have the inside scoop on your career and from what I hear it’s on its way downhill.”
Tom pulls back in anger, but the confidence in Destiny’s voice intrigues him. Does she know something he doesn’t know? She continues, “put me in your next video.”
“I’ll put you in a video, but it would be a private one shot at my place.” Tom answers, after all, he has a reputation to uphold.
Destiny is shocked and insulted. She loses her composure for a moment.
The mean side of her personality is begging to come out. Destiny promised herself a long time ago that she would never let another man disrespect her. “Look Wordy, I’m the last person you need to be disrespecting. Your career is going down in the dumps. Fans are ready to basically boycott your next CD. You need me!”
She has Tom’s ear. Apparently he has also heard the rumors. “So how can you help my career?”
Destiny smiles. “I thought you’d never ask. I work with director Alan Stanley, who is looking for a writer to write a movie especially for me. I’m becoming really well known. Put me in your next video and I can guarantee you a new fan base.”
Destiny is pleased because Tom actually looks impressed.
Destiny is sure that she has captured Tom’s attention, until he says, “I’ll think about it.”
Destiny takes this as his way of blowing her off again. Her disappointment is clearly visible on her face.
Tom notices her expression. “No shorty, I really mean it. I’ve got my eye on you. I like your style.”
Destiny is pleased.
“Can I add just one little thing?” Destiny says.
“Don’t push it girl.” Tom says shortly. Destiny can tell that he is in a grumpy mood and she has yet to totally impress him, so she leaves it alone for now.
“I’ll catch you a little later.” Destiny says taking the hint.
Tom grunts in response.
Tom continues to stare at Destiny. Destiny hopes it’s because he’s still considering her for his next video. She decides to approach him again later, if he’s still here after her workout.
She walks over to the treadmill and starts out with a slow walk. She’s excited, because she knows that if she can get in a Tom Wordy video, her career will take off like a rocket. She just hopes that she can break his tough exterior and make him see her value.
Destiny doses off into a dreamlike memory: She’s barely a teen with the figure of a woman. She sits in the hallway, afraid and unaware of the reason behind being called to the headmaster’s office. She sits and tugs on her school uniform; her mind is filled with anxiety and wonder, until she is interrupted by the headmaster’s deep voice, “Miss Hamilton, you may come in now.”
Destiny slowly walks into the office. Before she can even see the headmaster, her attention is brought to the large painting over his head. It’s a brightly hued painting of happy children, who appear to be in school, smiling and laughing. For a very brief moment, Destiny wants to smile with them, but that impulse quickly goes away when once again, her thoughts are interrupted by the headmaster. “Sit,” he demands.
Destiny sits in the nearest chair. Her eyes finally finds the headmaster’s stern face. He peers at her above his glasses, only his eyes are not on her face, but on her fully developed chest which is innocently visible in her white school blouse. His expression is of disapproval. Destiny shrinks in her chair.
Destiny immediately feels dirty. A feeling that has not been unfamiliar; sense she returned to school after a growth spurt over the summer. The other girls at school are still sporting training bras, but Destiny moved beyond any training months ago.
Her eyes once again dart to the painting. Suddenly the children’s smiles are no longer inviting. Now they mock her as she shifts in her chair, clearly uncomfortable under the headmasters displeased gaze . “Miss Hamilton, I’ve called you here because your teachers say that you are a big distraction in class lately.” Destiny swallows and avoids the headmaster’s eyes. Instead her focus is divided between his gray hair, the lines on his forehead and the children in the painting with the now hateful smiles.
“I have also been told that you are quite popular with the young men this year.” Destiny’s eyes are now on the carpet, filled with shame. Since she has returned to school, the boys have all focused on her. Her walks through the hallway have been filled with unwanted calls of “Hey hot mama, can I have a feel?” Some of the boys have even been bold enough to touch her. Destiny has come to dread walking through the hall. She feels violated and has grown to hate what puberty has done to her.
“Miss Hamilton, we cannot have you causing a ruckus in the classroom and the hallways. I will have to meet with your parents and…” The headmaster’s words fade away as her thoughts become less of a memory and more of a dream. Suddenly Drake is in front of her with longing in his eyes. He wants to kiss her and touch her, but all she can see is the headmaster’s frown and the boys grabbing her at school. She feels dirty all over again.
Again, her mind drifts back to the headmaster. Now her parents are there. Her mother looks to be close to tears as the headmaster describes untrue he said/she said accounts of Destiny being promiscuous with boys. No one ever once asked for her side of the story. No one ever inquired of the daily violations Destiny has had to endure.
One last time, Destiny eyes drift to the painting of the children only now the bright colors of their faces and clothing appear mutated behind Destiny’s tears. Blue streams into red and yellow into green as she hears the headmaster say, “Mrs. Hamilton, we are going to have to expel Destiny from this institution. We cannot condone such behavior…” The headmaster’s words trail off and Destiny finds that she hates the painting as much as she hates the headmaster at this moment. She hates it as much as she hates her overly developed body…
Destiny sleeps on while Drake wakes up to answer his cell phone.
Drake receives a call from a guy named Heimrich Shimmy telling him about a must read book called, “Memoirs of a Mixologist.” Drake remembers that he bought the book a while ago when he ran across it at the bookstore. It may be time to pull it out and actually read it.
Destiny wakes up with bits and pieces of her dreamy memories still clinging to her mind. Still feeling the emotions that she felt the day that she was wrongly expelled from school due to false accusations, she wipes a few tears from her eyes.
Destiny is zombie-like the rest of the morning; haunted by the memory that has shaped a lot of her current feelings and attitudes. Now she fully understands why she has grown to hate art and why she feels so violated by Drake’s advances.
This past experience has also driven her drive to become an actress. Once rejected from a school that she at one time loved, Destiny is determined to show them all that she is worthy. She will become a star; worthy of attention for more than just her curves, but for her talent.
Destiny’s agent wants to make sure that she is watching her figure, so he encourages her to go to the gym and workout as much as possible. Destiny leaves the apartment and jogs toward to the subway.
The gym is a short subway ride away. Destiny enters the nearly empty subway.
At home, Drake’s curiosity is stimulated by his earlier phone call. He pulls out the “Memoirs of a Mixologist” book and finds a comfortable spot to sit down and read.
Destiny arrives at the gym a short while later. The gym is on the top floor, so she enters the elevator.
Destiny walks into the full gym, but stops in her tracks when she spots her biggest challenge yet.
Working out on one of the weight machines is Tom Wordy, a 4-star celebrity of the music business and probably one of the biggest jerks to ever walk the streets of Bridgeport. He is known to send the occasional fan away in tears.
Note: This post is a big more suggestive than the other parts of the Hamilton - Boyd storyline. Some parts may not be suitable for youngins.
Drake cannot believe that Destiny continues to reject his woohoo advances. He thought the fact that they live together now would make her more open to them being together. No such luck.
Drake sits down at the bar and orders a shrimp cocktail. “Are you alright?” The bartender asked.
“I’m fine, just embarrassed, but I’ll get over it.” Drake admits.
Destiny sits in the hot tub for a while, then she thinks about the pretty bartender at the bar. She wants to make sure that Drake isn’t flirting. “What are you doing Drake?” She asks.
Drake refuses to look Destiny in the eye. “Just grabbing a bite to eat.”
Drake is feeling starved for both food and affection from Destiny. He just doesn’t know how long he can take rejection from her.
The delicious shrimp cocktail helps to satisfy part of his hunger.
The other part can only be fulfilled by Destiny. Destiny ignores Drake’s dramatics, “I’d like an order of sushi.”
The bartender recognizes Destiny, “Hey your Destiny Hamilton!”
The bartender gives Destiny her sushi at a discount. For some reason, the fact that Destiny is getting extra attention only helps to make Drake feel worse.
Destiny goes to the end of the bar to grab a seat.
Drake gets up from the bar feeling even more dejected. There’s only one thing that can make him feel better.
Destiny eats her sushi amused at Drake’s mood.
Drake dances on the dance floor and immediately feels better.
Destiny finishes her meal. Just as she gets up from the bar, their favorite song from high school comes on. “Are you going to dance with me Drake? You know this is our song.”
Drake would love to remain mad, but he can’t resist dancing with Destiny to their favorite song.
It’s now after 4 and the Aquarius club is closed for the night. Drake and Destiny take a ride down the elevator with the bartender and the bouncer.
For some reason, Drake feels really odd when the bouncer passes him. He suddenly feels hunted, but that doesn’t make sense to him so he puts it out of his mind.
Drake and Destiny change back into their regular clothes. Destiny hopes that her continued rejection of Drake won’t begin to turn him away from her.
She grabs his hands. She knows that Drake has been wanting to woohoo with her since they’ve been together, but she’s just not ready. She‘s not trying to lead him on, but she’s not 100% sure about their relationship yet.
Drake knows that Destiny is often hurt that people look at her and assume that she’s promiscuous. That is why he has never pressured her for woohoo, but her continued resistance makes him question if she really loves him.
The sun is up now and Drake is exhausted. They head to the subway.
The subway is quiet and calm on this weekend morning. It appears that Drake and Destiny have out partied everyone in town.
Drake and Destiny relax on the bed. Drake has woohoo on his mind. He doesn’t know how much longer he can lay next to Destiny every night, feeling her warm body next to him, without being physically fulfilled by it.
“Drake I’m sorry that I keep rejecting you. You know I want you, but I just don’t know why I can’t go there right now.”
“Destiny, you know that I would never hurt you. I don’t know what’s happened to you in the past, but I want to make it all better for you.” Drake moves in closer and attempts to kiss Destiny.
“No Drake, I can’t.” She says stopping his advances once again.
Drake is frustrated with desire. “What is it Destiny? I can’t take any more of your teasing with your skimpy outfits. I’m a man with manly needs.” He doesn’t mean to sound so harsh, but his body is tense with needs.
“I’m sorry Drake. It’s just that…” Destiny begins, but she’s not sure what to say, so she uses a filler, “…I’m not ready.”
“I don’t know why I feel this way…let’s just go to sleep.”
“You’re going to have to stop leading me on woman. I’m dying here.”
“Drake, stop with the dramatics. I’m tired…let’s go to sleep.”
Drake falls to sleep immediately despite his disappointment, but Destiny finds herself having trouble quieting her mind. She knows that she’ll eventually have to tell Drake why she has issues when it comes to woohooing, but she just can’t bring herself to do it right now.