*After taking in a great consideration of the movie, Taking Woodstock. Knowing it wasn't fiction, but wishing it was. It left me with the rift to wanting to write about Elliot and Billy. Billy, is back from the war, so he's got his problems. But maybe they aren't so bad. Its just, he's not who he used to be, and Elliot would love to be who he really is.
Elliot knew it was there. He did. He could feel it long before Billy made contact. He supposed. Well, something. He was after all Mr. Cool Dude even if he was suffering with these moments of his.
"I just thought, maybe I could be in one of your flashback moment, you know." Elliot had left it at that and Billy of course gave him a hard look as if he wasn't suppose to be soft. But he really was. Elliot sensed it.
Oh, sure, make it almost to the stage, and Billy has to tell Elliot a story about tipping cows and his long lost love.
"What was her name?"
"I can't remember, exactly." Again there was that fog of Billy's. Something that couldn't be trusted. It wasn't suppose to be trusted. Or so Billy gave him that look as they stood there taking in the scene. All those people. Humid from the rain. The stench of human sweat. Everywhere.
Finally, Billy lit up to share a smoke with Elliot.
"Actually, I don't-" Elliot pushed his hand out as if he wouldn't dare partake in such, yet, wasn't it just yesterday he'd gone on a rather long voyage of an acid trip.
"Aw, come on, what stays in Woodstock. Stays, you know." Billy grinned. Elliot kind of smiled and took the smoke as if he really did need to take the edge off. He needed not to think what was waiting for him at home. His parents and well, if all else failed there was that carpenter guy, right? He nodded about that. Man, the dude was giving him all the signals and shit. It would be the right thing. Right? He was on the fence about it. He really was into being a solo act for the most part. A bystander. Sort of like with Billy, watching him reenact his little scenes from the war. Really? Did he want to get involved with this dude? Seriously?
He looked over at Billy's bare sunburning skin, and wished he could. A moment maybe. Probably stupid. But just the same. He could think it would be, beautiful. But then again, there Billy went again how he could have a normal life if he hadn't gone over there and shit. But now it was different.
"I can't be who I used to be, you know." He sounded so sad. This shit they were smoking was making Elliot sad too.
Just then a flock of girls in cutoffs and mud for shirts passed by. He could see Billy taking off after them to relive high school perhaps, but he didn't. He breathed in the cigarette instead, giving Elliot a squinted look. He almost laughed then, but bit his bottom lip. Elliot couldn't help but stare.
In the midst of the mood and the crowd with the pouring laughter, Elliot felt Billy pull him in. He kissed him madly as if it was time to live. Live right now in Woodstock. His tongue touched his as if this was important for him to know.
"I love you, man," Billy said like some sort of joke. With each breath, Elliot sense he knew Billy more than he ever thought he would. The kisses kept coming. Elliot felt so much of Billy's body next to his. He didn't want it to stop.
The next thing he knew they were sliding down the mud into the mess down below. Laughing until it hurt. Elliot didn't want it end. They'd slid down together in each others arms. Then made their way up to the top of the hill, carrying each other along the way. Just to do it all over again.
He'd never been this close to anyone. It was so amazing. Elliot didn't care if he ever went home.
Before he knew it, Billy was carrying him on his back through the crowd. They looked like pigs of some kind. Happy to be with each other at Woodstock.
"This is just stupid shit," Billy had a good laugh. Was it over already. Elliot pleaded to God, inside his head, not for it to be over. Just yet.
"We need a shower." To bad the lake wasn't nearby so they could jump in. Damn, if this was a bad time.
"If found one, would you let me fuck you?" Billy wanted to know. Elliot's eyes lit. He got off Billy's back and looked him in the face then. Elliot let a smile slip.
"Are you fuck'n high?" Elliot knew he shouldn't believe him.
"Possibly," Billy looked slightly dizzy but that was the usual. "Maybe not." His muddy hands touched his face.
"You shouldn't talk shit like that," Elliot said. "You know you couldn't possibly mean it."
"But I do." He sounded so certain. "I want to be alone with you."
Elliot let his grin slip again. "Really?"
Billy nodded. He looked at the sea of people around him. How in the fuck were they ever going to get out of here?