All I Want Is Everything (15 page)

The apartment was full of equipment - amplifiers, sound
boxes, guitars and microphones of the band of Ruby, the SugarDaddy, and cameras and lighting
equipment of the filming of Vanessa. The floor was a carpet that means their parents
crazy hippies artists tissue had a tear in their house on the outskirts of Burlington, in
Vermont. The carpet was red and olive-green-apple and had a theme Ark of Noah, with animals
standing in pairs on a ferry in a red sea, but was so covered by clothing and equipment of
Ruby sound that the animals were completely hidden.

- My Sony digital video camera - Vanessa insisted furious. -
I left the bench in the kitchen yesterday - she was planning to examine the footage it had
done in the park on Friday to see if they had some icicle that was worth saving and I delete the
part of Nate and Jenny, but not now find the camera anywhere.

Ruby goggle and pulled the pillow over the face.

- I lent.

Vanessa looked at her. Ruby was still provocatively with the
pillow covering his face.

- As well, lent? What the hell is that?

- Lent to some friends in the Five and Dime. They are using
to make a movie about skating.

- I had some things in it! - Vanessa screamed horrified.

- Things in my new movie!

Ruby took the pillow and the guy feels.

- So it seems that you do not have ten cameras. Sorry - she
said sarcastically. - Sorry to have invaded your space without permission. Can I get a hug?

Vanessa's sister faced with hands closed with such force
that the nails left marks in slapping hands. Now she knew that had received 15 e-mails
this morning accusing it of being a voyeur sluty, lesbian and pornography. The friends of Ruby
obviously did more than take borrowed camera, they took what was there and raised hell in
the Internet.

Dan already thought it was perverted. What is it thinking
now?

On the afternoon of Christmas Eve, Dan was surfing the
Internet, looking for articles on the block as writer and heal it. All I found was so outrageous
and stupid.

Exit walk. As he no longer walk across Manhattan daily,
ruminando its inability to write anything coherent. Take a hot bath. He hated baths. All you
did was let him drowsy. Practice exercises [i /]. No, thanks. His diet of cigarettes and
coffee did not lead to the exercises. A site discussing the merits of taking acid.
Apparently, an award winning writer had written an entire novel on a journey of acid one night
and not remember to have it written in the morning. But unless the drinks at parties,
Dan was across the face side, and he would not begin to take acid now. Another site advised to
try a year in which you write the first word that comes to mind and then extrapolates from
it. You can end up with a list of purchases, said the site, but even that was better than
nothing. Dan decided to try this.

Opened a blank page of the block and poise the pen.

He wrote the word phone, but then your computer bipou,
indicating that it had a new e-mail.

He took the mouse and clicked the inbox. The message was
Zeke, his only friend in Riverside.

Take a look at the link below, man. - Z Dan clicked on the link, thinking it was probably another
silly fool of basketball that Zeke had found.

He turned to the block without waiting to see what appeared
on screen.

Phone. And now? He needed another word.

His father knocked on the door open and stuck their heads in
the room.

- Hi, Dan, I will go to buy some bread. Any special request?

Dan turned the chair, about to tell the father to bring a
large cup of black coffee, but suddenly the face of the father was awful while watching the
computer screen of Dan - Jennifer Tallulah Humphrey ... are you? - Trovejou Rufus, overwhelm the room like a rabid bear. Was wearing a
white shirt and gray hair and torn Onion crespo espetava from all sides of the head.

Dan turned the chair back to see your computer screen.

The first thing I recognized was the red hat of Jenny. Then
he saw what seemed to be the butt of Jenny exposed in a white bikini. Suddenly a guy with
wavy golden hair placed in the mouth of Jenny ass.

The camera quickly cut to the face arriando the pants, then
the image returned to them,

embraced by force from within his jacket, making what seemed
obscene.

Father and son watched in horrified disbelief as the movie
is repeated endlessly.

- Jennifer! - Rufus berrou again, spreading a spit of anger
on the computer screen.

Jenny appeared in the doorway looking the picture of
innocence in a knitted velvet dress with her hair pulled back into a fuzzy pompoms of
tail-to-horse.

- What? - She asked.

Dan pushed the chair back so that she could see the screen
where it was stopped.

- What? - Jenny repeated impatient. She took a step forward,
after the hand flew up to the mouth when he saw his bare butt on the screen. It was like
watching a horror movie in which she was the star. How did this happen?, She was asked,
totally mortificada.

- These are you and your partner Nate - Rufus pointed
unnecessarily, retorcida the face of anger.

He was a liberal father. Dan left smoking and drinking in
the room whenever I wanted. Jenny left buy the first pair of platform shoes when she was nine
years. But Jenny was still her baby, and see if her squirmy seminua with a boy on the
Internet was more than enough to give him a proof of reality.

Emudecida of horror, Jenny sees the screen as the movie is
repeated. Ali was the hat it, the thong, the ass with Nate's hand in it, then the two rolled
into the snow in his jacket. Was a moment so private and so special, but now was there to see
the world - including his father and his brother. She tore a small winch to gasp and
shot out of the room.

Rufus looked at the screen for a second more and then to the
Dan - Do you know anything about it?

Dan shook his head indicating that no, but somehow feels
responsible. He was so distracted by the blocking of its writer and lies about sex with
Vanessa that he had not protected Jenny that rich bastard and thief of babies of Nate.

- Well, from now on I want to make it an eye on her -
grunhiu Rufus. - Can be tolerant, but I can not see her around like a prostitute.

Dan assentiu solemnly. Rufus gave him a pat on the shoulder
and went to the room of Jenny,

where she was lying face down on the bed with her head
buried in a soft pillow of goose-pen,

surrounded by pictures Nate from his beloved.

- Jennifer. - Her father controlled the voice to the
maximum. -I never thought I would do it, but you will not let me choose. Is punishment for the
rest of the holiday. Without leave. Without films. Without allowance. No calls. Without
e-mails. With nothing.

And certainly no contact with that Nate. Dan will see you as
a hawk and make sure that you do not evacuate, because you clearly do not deserve trust.

Jenny feels. The face was stained and the lower lip train.

- It is not fair! -she protested. -I do not know who did
this! It was not my fault! Nate and I are in love!

He took me to see the nutcracker. We have done nothing to wrong!

Rufus waved his hand in the air to silence her.

- You are too new to know anything, especially of love - he
trovejou sharply.

- But father, I do not know who we filmed - Jenny begged,
hugging his panda.

Rufus raised the eyebrows thick, gray and disorderly and rub
the stubbly chin.

- You think everything is so well?

- I do not care! - Jenny shouted, throwing down the panda
and irrompendo a furious attack of tears. - Do not turn to what you think! We did nothing
wrong.

Rufus is squat and pulled from the shelves of Jenny intact a
copy of Anna Karenina that he had last summer.

He stood up and shot in bed.

- Let me tell you what I think - berrou him. - I think you
need to stay in the house by reading more books!

Jenny looked at the book infantile and kicked until he
slipped and fell on the bed floor of wood. Rufus shook his head in disgust and turned, closing
the door behind you before you really lose your head.

Dan heard from his room, still watching the movie that is
repeated on the computer screen.

Now that had passed the initial shock of seeing a film
starring his sister porn on the Web,

he saw that there was something terribly familiar in the
work of the camera. The unusual angles. The way the camera is very close, the images were
almost abstract, and then, in a panoramic, Nate and Jenny are just one point squirmy in pure
white snow. It was the work of Vanessa Abrams, Dan was sure.

He turned off the computer, enojado with himself for having
seen for so long, but even more enojado with Vanessa and Jenny. As they turn into ... Dan
got the black block and immediately thought of a new word ara begin the exercise of
blocking writer. He took the pen and wrote.

Putas No one gives reuniãozinha.

You may find that having a summer home of the city as far as
Mount Desert Island in Maine,

it means lonely, but Mount Desert was full of enormous
“cottages” on holiday in the ownership of the oldest families and richest of New York and
children playing together during the summers and holidays since crawl. In the
secondary, most of them went to different schools throughout the East Coast. So when they
saw the island again, was like a reunion of former colleagues. On July 4 a whole gang of them
was a huge bonfire on the beach and light fireworks which were smuggled from Canada. And
throughout Christmas Eve Nate always walked with the same two guys and smoked his pipe in
the game room.

The game room was covered in panels of oak, had a huge
fireplace of stone and a slate floor of which was heated by copper pipes underneath it. There
were impressive horns hang on the walls, taken from deer and elk hunted by the grandfather of Nate. There was a bar in
oak full of rare Scotch whiskey aged cognac and Europe, and a wine cellar where he came down
a ladder through a hatch under the Persian carpet fabric by hand.

A pool of the old mahogany table with mahogany legs on top
of carving and a red felt occupied the middle of the room.

Nate filled the pipe. He had since the 13 years, and was
covered with Band-Aids Looney Tunes. The other two boys laughed at him as an old comrade
who had gone through even more extravagant than their shit.

- Man - said John Gause, who had brought the stuff. - Good
to see you.

John wore a vest of caramel skin of sheep, dingy jeans and a
pair of cowboy boots in caramel leather.

It was a great visual, unless you were the Marlboro man or a
model of Ralph Lauren, and he was not either of the two.

A week before the tests, John was expelled for trafficking
de.Deerfield and was returning from a season of ten days on a ranch in Wyoming, where was
sent to learn values such as honesty, trust and respect by her partner.

Nate filled the pipe and went to Ryan O'Brien, who had only
15 years but was more stoned than John and Nate together. After being expelled from
St.Jude 's the first week of school,

Ryan went to Hanover Academy, the school for which Serena
had gone.

- I think you grew up - Nate said. - Rayna does not seem
high to you? - Asked him to John.

Ryan lit the lighter on the pipe. 1.85 tall and had black
and curly hair that fell on the shoulders was almost equal to the Flow, but darker.

- Fuck you - he said, pulling up a pair of baggy gray
snowboarding Burton.

Nate Ryan hoped that such a shot and move the pipe to it.
The sun was putting the windows and the game room were pink. He was very snowy winter, and
the huge house was nestled in a mountain of snow from two meters and a half. On the outside there was no bus or car
alarms, snoring. It was completely silent. But if the inquiry heard, Nate could hear the sound
of the sea pounding on the rocks. He loved that sound. Sometimes, at night,

was lying in bed, listening.

He gave a shot, covering the top of the pipe so that the
smoke does not escape. Then gave another, rewarding themselves by spending two hours reading
the whole of that day proposed for the university and completing the parties easy. He
exalou, went to John the pipe and closed eyes. It was good to be out of town, away from school
and all that spoke both of the future. Here he could relax and enjoy yourself without
worrying about tests, university or to respond to someone.

John ended the pipe and fell in the pool table.

She took the ball and rolled in white hands.

- Hey, Nate - he began. - What was that movie porn on the
Internet?

Nate blinked slowly for him, like a lizard piscandopara the
sun.

- Huh?

Ryan lit a Marlboro Light and blew a few rings of smoke to
the roof of beams and columns.

- You know. You and that little of brown curly hair and huge
tits.

Nate seats. He knew what Ryan was talking, but at a fraction
of a second could not remember her name.

- Jennifer - he said, is reminiscent of a sudden.

- This is it, Jennifer. You did not see the link?

Nate shook his head.

- What link?

John took a cue from snooker in support of the wall and turned
in their hands as a bayonet.

- The link that type well, everybody is talking about, man!
- He laughed. - I can not believe you did not see!

Ryan got the blue cubes of chalk to bat, took it to the nose
and smell, as one would Chapadão.

- An entire movie is kind of you and that girl, to Jennifer
- he said. - Type thereby screwing around in Central Park.

Nate put the pipe in front of the face. Remember not to take
screwing around with Jennifer in the park. Do not remember screwing around with Jennifer
to take anywhere. The only question was reminded of his crazy pictures on the walls of
her room. He shook his head and laughed doidona and heavy for you same. A porn on the Internet? That was good. These guys were
always sacaneando it. Giving the shoulder, he near the mouth of the pipe stem and lit the
lighter, giving a long and great shot from Christmas Eve. Was going to be a very
gentle, where Jennifer and those pictures were crazy tiny points in foggy distance.