Ride by Belinda Louis (classic reads .txt) 📕

start teasing him. I pulled away and that's when I thought about this job. He looked sad when I backed away from him. "Umm...I'm sorry I just- right now....." I ran out of words. "I understand....the place doesn't like Indians,they just do what the government tells them to do...so being seen with an Indian people are afraid and you don't want to lose your job because of that" he replied back to me. I suddenly felt bad for him. Everything these Indians went through. "It's not like were trying to kill you" I moved away from he counter and stared hard at the lime floor. "KILL ME?" He shouted. "No, like were trying to kill Indian culture not actually kill Indians" he sat down placing his hands out on his laps. " Why would you want to do that, isn't there enough white culture, such as Europeans, Australians, Italians ,Germans, and all those other placing near china...how about that" he looked at me "Well I'm not the government.....If he really wanted to kill Indian culture this Rez wouldn't be built" he looked down again and laid down this time making it possible for me to see his manhood almost wanting to stand up in his jeans. " Maybe your right, But still the only reason why I kinda like white people now is because of you" I felt a little shock go down my back. "Wha-what? why?" I said "Cause your different" he said "Me different never" I laughed. "I just have different opinions" I said "Exactly, that's why your different. Sure your white but your the opposite of that, you actually care about people not judge them because of the color of their skin, nor culture you just like the person for who they are.....unlike most of these nurses and doctors here you get half of the things here. FOR THE FIRST TIME YOUR ACTUALLY THE FIRST NURSE TO EVER GIVE ME A FULL LOLLIPOP.THAT'S WHY I ATE IT" I felt special but then again hurt because half of these nurses didn't give a damn about these Indians, but I did and the mattered to Sherman. "Yea I guess I am, Sherman" I giggled under my breath. "Sherman, no no that's just my Rez name meaning my real name but let's not use that...they call me Tom" he waved his hands back and forth at me. "TOM?" I laughed "You don't look like a Tom to me" he put his arms behind his head and looked up at the ceiling. "Doesn't matter what I look like...all I know Is a have a nickname. Do you know how annoying it is to have somebody yell out your government name all the time instead of a nickname you prefer them to know you as?" he said kicking his legs against the wooden part to hold up the bed. "Yea your right...." I agreed. "Speaking of names what's yours?" he asked having one leg up and the other on down. "Rita" I replied. "Rita. You don't look like a Rita" I laughed again. I'm somewhat a happy person so I'll laugh at anything. "Atleast I have a name" and we continued to joke around.


The next day, I saw Sherman, Opps I mean Tom began walking with his bag and trying to start his motorcycle. He looked at me and waved. " Are you gonna hop on?" he asked. Well why not. It's just a date right. "Oh yea I forgot today is your last day" I said nodding my head with my hand on my hips. "Yea....that is correct" he smiled. He handed me his helmet and began rubbing his boots against the hot dirt. "Aren't you gonna need this" I said holding the helmet in my hands "Umm....na your gonna need it the most because a lot of girls have complained about their hair being ruined" I smiled back and placed the helmet on my head. I sat behind him hanging on to his waist. I felt his abs, the way he was breathing and his hair just blowing in the wind thirsty for air. We were driving pretty fast and I yelled so he can here me loud and clear. "HEY WERE ARE WE GOING?!" I yelled "YOU'LL FIND OUT!" We were on a high way and he did seem to live far from the Rez. We've reached this house. And it was nice and big. Like these Florida houses by the shore. He turned off the motorcycle and removed the keys and tossed it into the plant pot full of dirt. "What is this place?" I asked removing the helmet. "My house" he giggled. I didn't know he lived so neat. I thought Indians were suppose to live poor and sleep on the streets just like you'll see in those cowboy movies. " Were you expecting me to live like a bum?" he asked taking of this motor jacket that said "RIDE TILL YOU DIE" In Texas font. "Oh..no I just thought you were living in a shelter or something" I said looking down kicking my foot against my heels. He walked closer to me and took my hands. "Just come inside so I can show you around" he grabbed me and we jogged. He picked me up bridal style and kicked the door open. He took me upstairs into his bedroom. "Umm...wow we just met" I jumped off his arms and stared at the bed. "You must be confused..." he said laughing and opened a wide door and it was dark downstairs. Luckly he switched the lights on. I began to walk down the stairs and he had on the projector and had it facing the blank wall. There were was a couch, candles, roses and did I mention popcorn. "This is very romantic" I smiled really hard. "Yea...let's just say I'm not that romantic...but I'm just being myself and doing this my way" he grinned. He was playing Sunset Boulevard and as it started I sat on the couch. I had my body laying on the couch and my legs together in the air eating the bowl of popcorn. He sat next to me and put on his Spokane Indian necklace. "What's that for?" I asked shoving more popcorn into my mouth. "Oh well it's something my grandmother gave me when I was a kid" he began to play with the charm. "I'm sorry" I sighed getting up. "It's okay...she died long ago when I was 7" he said taking if off to let he see it. I held it in my hands and read the charmed words on it which said "Tears for Fears" I looked up at him in his eyes once more. Not losing eye contact with him this time. "Yea that is what it says. Alright let's watch the movie" he took it back from me and sat down. We spent almost half an hour pay attention cause I was to busy watching him. He finally look at me and said " You must admire my beauty a lot I see" he winked at me making another twitch to his right eye. "Yes...you are beautiful...I'm still trying to wonder why you're still not dating women...well besides me" I laughed. "I get that question a lot from you" he replied "See...I'm not like those other guys who use their body for advantages to get what they want....unlike me I have heart and I can't use you people, it's like hurting myself. Why? were you expecting me to just come here and bring you to screw you up and tear you into pieces and make you moan as loud as possible" we laughed together and I almost chocked on a popcorn kernel. I started coughing and he patted my back as I tired up my tear full of laughter. "No...I just thought your like those regular Indians who like to talk dirty till they get a boner" I said flipping my hair. "A-ha then I must not be your type" He giggled. An hour later passed and the movie was over making a ending song. "See...that's what you call romantic" I said being sarcastic. "Now tell me again why do they call you Tom?" I asked drinking a cup of water. "Well it just stuck to me when my dad was yelling at me when I hit him by accident in the balls with a baseball bat. He named me after his bully in high school" he said rubbing his hands back and forth. I wonder why his father named him that. He must have done terrible things. "Why would he do that" I asked "Well because he had a cool name. They were more like best friends until he betrayed my dad so it reminded him of Tom so He named me after him. I'm still trying to wonder why he called me that but Oh well...life is life" he shrugged his shoulders and turned off the projector. "Do you need a ride back home?" he asked putting it away in the closet. "Nope not really..but I can stay here and get to know more about you" I slowly opened my eyes back and forth smiling at him. He blushed a bit and opened another door across the closet. "So many rooms" I puffed "I did build this place myself" he replied back. "It's a room...a guest room" I sighed. "Ahem-yea that is correct...MA'AM" Popping the a at the end. "Wow...dark and lonely...in the dark by myself, all alone, with nobody else" he looked shocked and began to think "Wait that's a good verse for a song" What an awkward moment. I'm guessing he's a musician. "Verse??!!?!?" I asked rolling my eyes. "Yea that's a good lyric. I've been song writing my whole life. That's how I made my way through life" He said. "Your a musician?" I asked grabbing my hair by pieces playing with it. "Yea....Wanna hear me play?" he took out his in it's case that was against the wall. He began playing cords as I sat back down on the couch and just relaxed and watched him play. His fingers just strumming on the strings playing each cord and began to sing to me "Here's this song I wrote try singing it for me" He asked placing a toothpick in his mouth. He pushed me hair back making himself comfortable while holding the guitar. "Try Reading the notes!" He looked at me witnessing almost every move I could make. Later did he know I understand music and I could read it and I opened my mouth a my voice just danced along with the sound of the guitar.


"You can Be the boss" written by : Sherman "Tom" Alexie
Sung by: Rita "Lana Del Rey" Lounge

I began to sing:

You taste like the fourth of July
Malt liquor on your breath, my, my
I love you but I don't know why...

You can be the boss, daddy
You can be the boss
Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce
I like you a lot, I like you a lot
Don't let it stop...
You can be the boss, daddy
You can be the boss
Bad to the bone, sick as a dog
You know that I like, like you a lot
Don't let it stop...

He had a cigarette with his number on it
He gave it over to me, "do you want it?"
I knew it was wrong but I palmed it
I saved it, I waited, I called it
The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips
The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous
I knew it was wrong, I'm beyond it
I tried to be strong but I lost it.

You taste like the fourth of July
Malt liquor on your breath, my, my...

You can be the boss, daddy
You can be the boss
Taste like a