Page 6 of Gator: One Love


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1997

“Hello, Sylvie,”Hélène said. “I’m sorry it was last-minute, but we weren’t told about this party until late today.”

“That’s OK, Mrs. Guidry. Gaston is always so well-behaved that I don’t mind at all.”

“Well, if he isn’t, you make sure we know.”

Sylvie just smiled. Gaston was the perfect child for her to mind. She could set him up with a TV show he liked in his room and make out with her boyfriend, Marvin, knowing Gaston would never come out until the show was over. Well, at least that was what she thought.

Gaston was a good boy, but he was also very inquisitive, and he had a soft spot for Sylvie. She was sixteen…eight years older than him…and the sexiest girl he’d ever seen in his life. She had big boobs and once when she was tucking him into bed, as she leaned down and kissed him on top of his head, he could see right down her top to her big pink nipples. He couldn’t stop dreaming about them that night, and most nights after. But it had only happened once, and he kept asking her to tuck him in on the off chance he might get lucky again.

Sylvie always had the same boyfriend. He was ten years older than her, and he had a bike…a Harley. He was the coolest guy in town, and he knew it. Gaston wanted to be just like him when he grew up, especially if he could get a girl like Sylvie. Gaston was already saving for the bike with the money he got delivering papers and other odd jobs that the locals gave him…weeding gardens and cleaning out their garages and the like. He loved work, because it meant money, and money meant a hot bike and a hotter girl.

Marvin never talked to Gaston, but the boy didn’t worry about that. He knew Marvin was too cool to talk to boys. Gaston didn’t think he’d be like that when he was Marvin’s age, but he didn’t know that yet so he couldn’t comment. He just didn’t think he needed to be dismissive to be cool. Maybe that was why Gaston wasn’t cool yet.

Gaston was an only son. His parents were older, and an older relative had told him, when he was a couple of years younger, that he was a mistake. Gaston didn’t believe them. He couldn’t see why she thought he was a mistake. He wasn’t short, or fat, or ugly…and he had all his arms, legs, fingers and toes. In fact he was one of the top students at the school in St. Charles Parish that he went to…at least when he wasn’t daydreaming about things other than what he was supposed to be learning.

His teachers’ report to his parents was always:

He has a lot of potential if he would just apply himself a bit better.

Or: If he focuses on his lessons, he could be top of the class.

And: If only he would stop dreaming and start doing what he does best.

Gaston wondered what that last one was all about. What he did best was stalking through the land near the river, looking at the birds, and snakes and other wildlife…or paddling on his homemade boat looking at the alligators that would come up out of the water when he threw them something to eat.

His parents never knew where he was most of the time. It made him wonder why they even got a babysitter for him. He was in no danger watching TV at home at night when they were out drinking. He wondered if he told them what he was up to on his adventures whether they would ask Sylvie to tag along to mind him. He knew that would never happen. She was too pretty to get dirty like he did in the swamps.

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2021

She didn’t recognize me. I guess I’ve changed a bit from the little boy I was all those years ago, but man… she looks more gorgeous than ever. If that was even possible. She didn’t look happy though. I think that fucker is abusing her. I’ve gotta go back there and talk to her.

“Hey, Gator. It’ll bite your ass if you keep daydreaming.”

“Fuck, yeah. Sorry, Baptiste…my mind was elsewhere,” Gator said.

“What’s she like?”

“Who?”

“The woman you’re daydreaming about,” Baptiste said.

“Who says I was daydreaming about a woman?” Gator said.

“Were you?”

“Yeah.” He laughed.

“So?”

“So…what?”

“What the fuck’s she like?” Gator shrugged his shoulders and looked down at the alligator that looked like it was about ready to take a chunk out of his leg. “It’s been like pulling teeth with you today,” Baptiste said. “Listen, man…just focus till we get this gator in the cage and then you can go back to your dreams, but while you’re like this, I’m in danger too.”

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