Friday, November 30, 2012

Trifecta: The Family Blacksheep


For the weekend challenge, Trifecta is asking us to write exactly 33 words about rebellion and/or revolt.  Interpret it as we want but keep it to 33 words.




A roar rumbled up the driveway.

“He’s herrrrre.”

There sat my new boyfriend, handsome on his Harley, prepared to whisk me away.

“You’re NOT getting on it.”

“Watch me.”

‘Twas our last date.


45 comments:

Jen said...

God I always loved the bad boys!

Gina said...

Me too! Was a weakness for a very long time. Didn't marry one. Thank God!

Draug said...

lol That's a good way to ride off into the sunset (:

Gina said...

Ya. Until I had to return home. Didn't see the sun again for a long time then.

Larks said...

Ooooh! Classic teen girl rebellion. You gotta love the classics! :)

Gina said...

I was 19, between freshman/sophomore year in college. I always loved Harleys. Still do.

lumdog2012 said...

You and that bad boy thing! You make us good guys feel bad. Actually, I rode around on motorcycles all the time against strict parental orders. I just never got caught.(we could legally drive a motorcycle at age 14 in Florida, back in the 60s.). You took a major u turn with the prompt and wrote a great one. :)

Kenya G. Johnson said...

There was a guy that came over to see me that put his motorcycle helmet on our coffee table, and gave me dad the 'sup nod instead of standing up to shake his hand when I introduced them. My dad didn't embarrass me on the spot but he called me in the kitchen and said, "Tell you friend to leave." And that 'twas our last anything.

christina said...

heh. perfect! :)

Gina said...

Not really. This guy wasn't a "bad" boy, he had a motorcycle. What he turned out to be was just plain weird. That's a lot for me to say because I love and prefer quirky personalities. Found out later he had a mean streak so I was onto something even then. You rebel! Wait...you were under 14? I guess I did make a U-y but when I think about pushing back, I think of me between 17-22. Never liked being told what NOT to do. I often did the opposite.

Gina said...

That would have been my dad too. It's about respect and something we've drilled into Matt since he was a little boy. You look someone in the eye and shake their hand. This guy didn't have a chance. I ran out the door, hopped on and said, "let's go". He wasn't allowed over again and I wasn't allowed out with him (until I got back to school where we promptly broke up).

Stacie @ Snaps and Bits said...

Nice! My hubs had a motorcycle for awhile. He'd love a Harley but I'd rather ride around in a convertible. So, if he gets one, I guess we'll have to do our own thing!

Gina said...

Fun during not after. Funny memory. My dad brings it up to my daughter, "your mother...".

Gina said...

I love motorcycles, convertibles not so much. NO! Don't do your own thing get both ;-) See...I can spend your money without blinking!

Azara said...

I like the twist at the end!

Gina said...

Yep. I pretty much got grounded which just meant I stayed home and read ;-)

Bo said...

oh this brought back memories. Great times. Great writing.

Anonymous said...

This sounds like an average teenage daughter stand-off. Oh, thank goodness I have sons :) I shudder to think what would've happened had I told my parents I was getting on it anyway.

Kinley Dane said...

How fun :) A strong finish to the NaBloPoMo challenge! Congrats!

Anonymous said...

See, I read this with a darker tone: "It was our last date" - I immediately jumped to: "he must've crashed the bike." But that's where my brain goes, sometimes.

Tammy Theriault said...

this was great. plus i love and ride motorcycles, so that adds to the pleasure! great post. new follower...hi!

lumdog2012 said...

Yeah, we "rode" at age 14. Crazy that that was legal back then.

Ginny Marie said...

I once dated a guy with a bike...not a Harley, though. My parents hated him! (He was nice enough, but I ended up marrying a much nicer man. ;)

DEZMOND said...

never date Hell's angels :)

Gina said...

When I see them on the rode, mostly in Indiana, I think of this. A friend taught me how to ride one. So fun! Thanks, Bo!

Gina said...

The funny part is that my parents were very strict. They couldn't believe I still did things and accepted the consequences. The longest I was grounded was a month (February my junior year). I was allowed out to cheer for basketball games, that's it. Stayed in my room and read the rest of the time because no phone either. Wasn't a bad deal in my book.

Gina said...

Thanks, girl! AND thanks for the follow. Happy dance!

Gina said...

Oooooh! I see that. I imagine that was my parent's point. Something to be said about danger!

Gina said...

I wanted one in college istead of a car! Woohoo! Thank you, thank you for following me Tammy! Please comment whenever the spirit moves you! I love them.

Gina said...

I will remember your advice going forward, Dez ;-)

Gina said...

My parents only disliked two guys I dated out of the five they met. This guy was definitely one of them. I married one of the good guys too. I think my parents love him more than me ;-)

Tara R. said...

My first thought was 'love the bad boys."

Trifecta said...

Yep. I had one of those, too. :-)

Kir said...

I never dated that guy...I was afraid of motorcyles, but I did love a boy who revolted just a little, the writers, the artists, the men who were really no good for me because they were just like me. But I loved this, I loved the image it gave me of her own defiance and her own wanderlust for something "other", we all hear the roar of the engine in our own way don't we?

:)

TMWHickman said...

Ah, that brought back some memories for me. The bad boys were always good for a fun time, weren't they? Too bad there were so many consequences!

Gina said...

Yes that but trying to exert some independence and will as well.

Gina said...

Oh I bet many did. I came to my senses but I'd still get on that bike today.

Gina said...

I always liked guys with "different" personalities which maybe caused others to see them as rebels themselves. I do best with someone who is like me from an interests POV but has a less impulsive nature to help balance me and yank me back down when needed. I need a voice of reason, usually, even though I know what's the proper thing to do (sometimes I just don't like that thing!) I like hearing the roar in life...feeling the vibration.

Gina said...

Exactly. It always came at a cost.

Gina said...

thanks

kymm said...

That's one way to kickstart a rebellion.

Samantha Brinn Merel said...

I think every girl needs at least one bad boy in her life, at least once. This is great!

OldDogNewTits said...

Yay! I LOVE this one. My first date was with a boy three years older than me who drove, had long hair and a pierced ear. My poor, poor father. Looking back, both of my parents were WAY cooler than I expect either Dave or I to be. :)

Gina said...

I guess that's a good thing...just one or three ;-)

Thanks, Samantha!

Gina said...

Oh good!!! My parents would not have digested that well. In some ways, I think my parents were the same. Much more tolerant and cooler than we are/have been. We've been lucky though, in that regard. My oldest has her head screwed on very straight and makes pretty good decisions unlike I might have done at her age. There's no two ways about it; it's hard!