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My story really starts way back when.  Like, when I was born.  You
should
have seen that coming, since; everyone’s story starts when they came
into
the world.  But I am not going to bore you with all that nonsense that
you
probably won’t care about.  So the story begins…way off from where it
really
began, but nonetheless, it is beginning.

At 15 years old, in 9th grade, everything was happy dandy great stuff. 
I
lived in a quiet town, with totally different sub-neighborhoods that
was
like going into a new world.  Well, maybe not quite a new world, but it
was
different from the Lakepool sub-neighborhood where I lived.  Stuck up,
rich
people, just trying to make sure their kids were growing up to be
nothing
out of the ordinary…and viewed “different” people as Satan worshippers
or
something like that.  They didn’t know anything.
Now me, I was nothing special or different or anything.  I was just a
girl. 
I changed my styles frequently, I couldn’t really be labeled as
anything
either, because I didn’t act or live my life from a certain label.  I
was
just a mixing pot of everything.  I had grown up with good morals, but
later
on in life, I became restless and pretty much threw those all away. 
Sure, I
was still a good girl, my friends and me were good girls…but we were
the
secret kind of bad girls on some days.  Every girl has there off days.
Now, I had a boyfriend for a while, who was in the same grade as me. We
hit
it off perfectly, but after some months it was broken off.  We didn’t
see
eye to eye on this.  So I was single, and whoring it up…as he would
say.

My friend Kila, who lived, only a couple miles away, lived in the next
rich
sub-neighborhood.  The breeze flowed more freely there, and you could
do
whatever you wanted…it felt like.  Kids there smoked, drank, had
parties…but
under supervisions even if it wasn’t there parents.
Kila had moved from Wyoming years before, and I met her during middle
school.  She was a very smart girl…extremely intelligent, had good
people
skills too.  She was beautiful in her own sort of way, not many people
saw
it in middle school, but as we ventured into high school, many did. 
You
never knew about her really, she always kept you on edge, and sometimes
threw you over it.

Last, but definitely not least, was my friend Liza.  Liza lived in the
poorer part of the great place we lived.  No boundaries, everyone ran
free. 
It was awesome there.  Pure awesomeness.  Everything felt light, and
you
could get away with sneaking out in the middle of the night, and not
get
caught by any of the Pigs.  Police.
Liza was two years older than I was…grade wise too.  11th grade, and a
punk
rebel sort of kid, that wasn’t really rebelling with anything.  Her
boyfriend, Joe, who was in 10th grade, was that way too.  They were
meant
for each other, and no one else.
Liza never knew whether to be happy or sad.  She normally tried to stay
numb.  Her family wasn’t the perfect family, but she didn’t care.  Even
if
she hated them, she always went back to loving them at some point or
another.

Now, I know this all sounds like useless information, but it’s always
good
to know the background of things.  Even if they are microscopic things
compared to something else you may find fascinating.

________________________________________________________________________

We all met in high school.  Well…we all meaning Kila and I met Liza. 
We
were looked at as crazy sometimes, but really, no crazier then the next
insane kid.

You see, our high school was a rich, republican, preppy school that had
many
jocks and regular cheerleaders, bunches of posers, and then people that
didn’t really care.  We were, I guess, some of the people who really
didn’t
care, but we were posers too.  At one point or another we were.  We
didn’t
deny it, everyone is a poser at sometime and we recognized that, and
still
didn’t care.   That was the beauty of hanging out with Kila and Liza,
they
just say “Fuck off” to everything.  And it made life so much easier.

THE BEGINNING

3:15, the bell rang in Bighorn High School, everyone ran out, excited
for
the weekend.  Kila, Liza, Joe and I met at the down stairs by the
vending
machine, getting a few snacks before we started heading to the library
to
meet our friend Luke.  He was a punker as well, a poser punker, but
punk was
dead, so that is all there was.  He was a pretty extreme kid as well. 
Luke
did drugs, and drank, and such and such, but he was one of the coolest
person one would ever meet.  Funny, not that smart, and extremely
insane. 
Just how Kila liked it.  Kila loved him.
So, we walked out of the school, talking about how the day went, and
what to
do that night, but the conversation ended because it was boring.   We
then
walked around talking about the nonsense we always talked about. 
Running
away after high school, singing lyrics, asking about for cigarettes,
and
just laughing the whole time.   We were laughing, the girls, Joe was
just
smiling and nodding, smoking a cigarette or what he called a “fag”.  He
was
actually from England, so he could get away with calling it that and in
the
English twang as well.
Once we hit the library, we wandered to the back room, where we all
would
meet.  Luke was already there, and had already taken some speed, so he
was
freaking out.  Not the bad freaking out, it was just a Luke thing.
Kila ran and hugged him, gave him a kiss, and they cuddled.  Joe and
Liza
were sword fighting with books, and I, well I was just sitting there,
talking to Luke and Kila, and taking everything in, just like I
normally
did.

See, I had no boyfriend or dates that went to our school,  I didn’t
much
like having a guy down my back the whole day.  I’d go insane.  I liked
to
flirt and be free.  That was just my nature.  Though it really did suck
when
the two love couples were together.

Anyways, off we went to go get some food and get high under the bridge
by
this old house that had been there since the 1800’s.  Luke and Joe
always
had the best pot.  They never told us where they got it, they were
scared (I
think) that if we knew and went to buy it, the guy they bought it from
would
hurt us or something.  Stories were told of their dealer that he was a
tough
guy, a real tough guy.  So we minded our own business and just felt the
ecstasy of the great weeds.
We weren’t potheads, or anything like that, so don’t even think it.  We
did
it once or twice a week, but never more than that.  We weren’t THAT
rich,
and couldn’t afford it.  So you know, we savored it while it all
lasted.  We
also didn’t do any of the hard drugs…well all but Luke.  He was messed
up
anyways.  It didn’t matter.

Later on that day, after sitting under an underpass for a couple hours,
we
hit the local cinema and caught a flick.  I think it was The Ring Two
or
something like that.  I don’t know, it was pretty pathetic, and we
didn’t
get to see the end of it.  We got kicked out for being to loud. 
Actually,
we weren’t the loud ones, only Luke was.  He kept yelling at the screen
“No
don’t go over there!  She’ll get you!”  He was freaking out…it was
hilarious.  After being kicked out, we walked over to the burger place,
sat,
drank malts, and ate the fries we ordered.
Everything felt the same…nothing felt odd, or different, even though
underneath it all, something different was happening, we just didn’t
see it
yet.  No one can ever see something different coming.  Those things
like to
surprise you.  Pull the carpet right from under your feet.

AFTER

Around nine, the burger joint started to close up, so we all walked
home. 
Liza and I were staying at Kila’s place, since it was the closest, and
that
night was extremely cold.  We said our good byes to Joe and Luke, who
headed
off the other direction to where they lived.  Out in the middle of
nowhere.

“So Kila, what’d you and Luke do behind the theater this afternoon,
when we
lost you,” Liza said with a grin.
“Oh nothing…” Kila was blushing.  She blushed a lot.  And it was real
easy
to make her blush as well.  Her cheeks had a natural red tint, so it
looked
like she was always blushing.  I didn’t get that happening too much,
neither
did Liza, but we loved watching her get giggly and blushy.  “That’s not
what
we heard.”
“Huh, wait, what’d you hear?”
“Moans and stuff, you guys were being dirty huh!”
“Nuh uh!” Kila hit Liza and we all started laughing hysterically. 
Guess it
wasn’t really that funny, but what could we say, we were teenage girls
that
found little things amusing, even if Liza and Kila were way more
sophisticated than I could ever dream of being.
See, that part of it all sucked.  I felt extremely stupid around them.
Like
I was some retarded kid or something, just cause I didn’t know what a
word
meant, and couldn’t structure my writing like theirs, and couldn’t get
into
intellectual conversations without putting in something that was false
or
just cracking a joke because it became a bore, I was the
non-intelligent one
in the crowd.  It had its ups and downs I guess.  I was really good
with
people, so I didn’t have to worry about making friends, I was good at
that. 
That was something I was way better at then the two of them.  But I was
also
extremely annoying and impulsive.  Couldn’t really help that, my
medicine
kind of made me ADD some days.

Anyways, when we got to Kila’s house, we snuck in through the back and
up to
her room and fell asleep instantly.

IN THE MORNING

We woke up quite early…around 12 in the afternoon.  All of us tumbled
out of
bed…unto the floor, crawling our way down the stairs to the kitchen for
the
morning coffee (Liza went insane if she didn’t have her coffee, and
Kila
just loved coffee, she was a coffee addict).  We rocked around the
house to
Anti-Flag, spilling coffee sometimes, and just laughing and having fun. 
This was the ritual, and we stuck to it.
After a couple minutes of doing so, I got up to go take a shower.  You
see,
I was always the first one to take the shower because it took them
FOR-EV-ER
to shower, and then I would end up with no water.  Therefore, I got the
privilege and honor of taking the first shower.  Five minutes out, Kila
took
one, and then Liza.
We were all clean and pretty and ready to go take on the world for
another
day, we called up Joe to come pick us up in his Shaggin’ Wagon, and
man, had
that car seen it all.  Fifteen minutes later, Joe graced us with his
presence, and we headed off to go pick up Luke, then accompany him
while he
was getting his third tattoo of The Briggs.  None of us ever got
tattoos,
well, Liza had a couple that she did herself, but no big or intricate
ones. 
Small and simple, that is, until she actually learned how to really
tattoo
(it’s what she wanted to do for a living).

JootBox Tattoo was the only place miles around that didn’t A) ask for
ID and
B) Care if you were under age; it was the best place ever.  It wasn’t a
slipshod place either.  It was clean, and perfect and dainty, and the
guy
there, Mike, was one of the best tattoo artists you could ever imagine. 
We
all envied his talent, but none as much as Liza.  She watched him all
the
time; through the window, sitting, pretending to wait for a new tattoo,
or
just talking to him.  She had wanted to be his apprentice, but he told
her
to go out to the real world (meaning: get the hell out of this little
town)
and experience what she could, and if she really wanted it, come back. 
She
took his advice, and once the year was over, she would be getting out
of old
Ganges (the main city where we lived).  We all planned on going with
her
too.  Even if for most of us it was just a folly dream, to me, it
wasn’t.  I
really did plan on being around her most of my life.  She made me feel
good,
she was quite insane, she was funny, she was my best friend.  Liza was
too,
don’t get me wrong, but Liza had dreams, huge dreams in fact.  She
wanted to
go an Ivy League school, and become a writer.  She would do it too.  I
wanted to pierce and scar people, and be an actress…I also wanted to
write. 
Pretty much, the sky was the limit for me.  I didn’t study for any one
thing
I wanted to learn, I just did it all.  I figured, piercing and scarring
could be a part time job to getting acting jobs or writing, which is
also
part time.  I didn’t know or care.  I just lived each day like there
was no
tomorrow, and that was the way to live it.

BOWLING ALLEY

There was not a lot to do around our rich town.  A lot of shops and
supermarkets, fast food restaurants and jazz like that.  Bowling alley
and
the movie theatre were really the only places for teens to hang out,
which
was pretty sad seeing as the ratio of teens to adults were 3:1.  Our
city
was way over populated, new construction was everywhere for new odds
and
ends of the town.  No one really seemed to mind.  I know we didn’t.  So
what
if there were be more houses and places that we didn’t care about, once
we
were old enough to pack up and leave, we’d be outta there.
Anyways, on the weekend the bowling alley had half prices on games and
shoes.  It was when the whole place got crowded.  Smart thing for them
to
do, dock the prices half but have three times as many people come in
and
play a couple of rounds.  Totally made up for the prices being low.
We bought our shoes, got our alleys (Joe, Kila and me vs. Luke, Liza
and Ike
(who was Luke’s little brother)) bought our snazzy shoes, and started
to
bowl.  Ended up where we won, they lost, and Luke had to buy the drinks
for
us.  After a couple hours of just sitting around drinking Sprite and
talking, we headed to Liza’s home.
Her parents were out of town, and they didn’t care if any of us were
there
while they weren’t.  They trusted her, and us.  This was probably so
because
we were always around and they pretty much knew how we were.  We
weren’t
rowdy kids, we were pretty law abiding, and didn’t get drunk and stoned
all
the time.  In their books, we were saint kids (there older son was the
complete opposite of us, he was actually in jail for growing marijuana
under
his bed in his room.  And how he did that without any of anyone
knowing, we
didn’t know…but yeah).
When we reached her house, we took out the beer and water (beer for
them,
water for me) and popped in American History X.  We loved watching
movies
like this.  Liza owned a lot of movies about skinheads, which was weird
because she totally hated them, but the movies and stories were all
worthwhile to watch.  After that movie was over, Kila and Luke headed
into
Liza’s room to have some fun, while Liza, Joe and I all were sleeping
on the
couch.
I awoke to The Cure blasting from upstairs where Joe was probably
making
Ramen Noodles for Liza.  I looked around her old living room, and lied
there.  That couch was so comfortable.  I didn’t want to get up, but
when I
heard my name and ‘Ramen Noodles for you too’ I was wide-awake
upstairs.
You see, Ramen Noodles were our favorite.  They are probably the best
food
ever invented.  We lived on Ramen, Nyquil, coffee and cigs.  That’s it. 
I
mean, of course we ate OTHER things…but that’s only if we couldn’t help
it. 
With parents gone…we could.
“Kila!  Luke!  Get some clothes on and come upstairs for some Ramen…Joe
brought out a beer for you Luke!” I called to the closed door.  Things
were
being knocked down, people were laughing…and then came Kila’s voice.
“Hey,
man, get me some IBProfin.”
“Okay…” I walked over to the bathroom and got it out.  She had probably
not
taken her pills and they didn’t have a condom.  So what Kila did was
take a
lot of medicine, with beer…and would have a miscarriage.  Whatever
worked
for her to not get past a couple days pregnant.  “Here you go, Kila” I
handed her the bottle as she walked out with PJ bottoms and a shirt on. 
She
only took out three, which meant nothing bad was happening.  Everything
was
all good.  Joe called for us to hurry or he would eat our share.  We
ran up
the stairs and I was the rotten egg.

SKATE PARK

The skate park was one of the many places you could hang out at.  We
went
there only to smoke, throw stuff at the skaters, and get into trouble. 
Joe
and Luke walked down to the skate park, us three girls trailing behind,
talking and singing.  You could see the thick clouds of smoke coming
from
their mouths.  We all laughed at that.  No clue why, it just made us
laugh.
Once we had arrived at the skate park, we sat down in our usual spot. 
Shadowy corner where the light couldn’t touch us and we became
obsolete. 
Except today that didn’t happen.  A kid about, my height, blondish
brownish
and a good body came over and sat down.
“Any of you guys got a smoke?”
”Yeah man, right here.”  Joe went through his leather jacket, and
pulled out
matches and a Turkish cig.  “Thank you!” He lit it up and started
inhaling. 
I looked over at him wondering why he was here.  I didn’t care.  Not
really.
  It’s just, no one really ever talked to us.
”Man, this is about the sickest cig I’ve had in my life,” he chuckled. 
Joe
looked at him and smirked. “Only a real man can take these.”
”Ah really.  Well…I guess I’m a pussy.”  That made us laugh.  We
laughed
easily.  I think it counteracted with our smoking.  We smoke, but
laugh, we
live longer while dying.  You know?
Anyways, after the kid, whose name was Jeremy, was done with the smoke,
he
stayed around.  Talking with Luke and Liza and Joe about drugs and
such. 
Kila and I had our own discussion about…well that isn’t important
really. 
None of this is, but that is extremely unimportant. Jeremy jerked his
head
around to Kila and me. “So what are your lovely names, ladies?”
”Kila,” She said as Luke gave her a kiss on the neck.  That made her
blush.
I chuckled.  “And yours?” He stared right at me.  I looked at him, and
then
looked away so I wouldn’t be blowing my smoke in his face. “Ross.”
”Ross?  Like, the guy name?”
”Well, it’s actually, Rossyln, but I go by Ross, or Roz.”
“I see.  Well, nice to meet you…Roz.”  I smiled at him.  Kinds of a
sarcastic smile, but still smiled nonetheless.  Him and the rest of the
group talked and laughed.  I just sat there.  Staring.  What at, I
couldn’t
tell you.  I was just trying to think of something, but nothing came.
Ah
well.

After a couple hours, we decided to leave.  Jeremy followed.  Luke
invited
him.  I think he really liked this fellow.
He had just moved here from New York and was going to be going to our
school.  His parents were never home, didn’t care about him, and I
guess he
left his girlfriend back in the Big Apple.  He talked about her a
little. 
She was tall, nice body, brown eyes, blonde hair.  The sophisticated
type. 
Which seemed insane to me, seeing as he was, I guess, a huge druggie,
and
looked like he came out of a surfing magazine.  When we entered Joe’s
home,
Kila and Luke got lost to Joe’s bedroom.  Liza went to go take a shower
and
Joe to take a nap.  Normally, I go take a nap with Joe (I’m a really
lazy
one) but Jeremy looked really odd.  So, I sat down next to him, and
looked
around the room at all the various odds and ends that I had seen a
million
times before.  “What’s that?”
“That?” I pointed to the Misfits skull poster on the far right wall. 
“Misfits.”  He nodded, and a hint of red dyed his cheeks.  I chuckled
in my
head.  “So, Roz.”
”Yeah?”
“Tell me about yourself.  You hardly talked earlier.”  I looked over at
him,
kind of stunned.  “Um…well, I like to write, anything really.  I dance. 
I’m
in ballet.” To that remark, he coughed up his water.  “Sorry, go on.”
“…I uh, I’m single.” Oh my god, I just told him my status.  What was I
thinking of.  Who cares if I’m single.  Not him.  “I mean, I had a
boyfriend
for awhile…but it just didn’t work out.  I really love the guy and all,
but
way too…serious for me, ya know?”
“Yeah…yeah!  I totally know.  My girlfriend—man do I love her—but she
is way
serious type.  In a good school for the arts, and has a job and a house
and
everything.  She’s three years older than me, so it’s to be expected.” 
Three years older?  So she is…”How old are you?”
“17”
“Wow, you look way older.”  He smiled.  I thought to myself to just
stop
with the small talk and start talking about something interesting. 
Anything!  “Something wrong?”  I looked over at him, eyes wide, and
then
relaxed.  “Yeah…I’m fine.  Sorry.  Little panic attack.”
“Man, do I hate those.  Your heart starts beating and you get all
sweaty…so
not hot.”
“Hah, yeah.  I don’t get them much.  But when I do, they don’t last
long.” I
yawned. “Sorry about that, normally my nap time.”
“Oh! Well, you know, babe, you can go to sleep.  I’m fine here.”  I
looked
at him.  “Well hun,” I chuckled at how girly I was sounding,”I think I
may.”
  I went over to the opposite couch, got a blanket and laid down.  I
could
feel Jeremy looking at me, and then I heard him get up.  I looked over
to
see him getting a blanket too.  I smiled.

AFTER THE NAP

Joe came downstairs, and sat on me.  I looked up at him all groggy
like, and
could smell the smoke off him.  “Get the hell off me.”  He laughed and
mimicked me.  “Get the off me.”  I chuckled, then pushed him off me. 
“I’ll
get up.  Geez man.  Do you always have to wake me up in such an asshole
type
of way?”  I rolled off the couch and unto the floor.  Not even then did
I
want to wake up.  I just lied there mumbling something, I don’t even
remember what anymore.  I felt two arms around me, picking me up.  I
punched
it (I was pretty sure it was Joe). “Hey there!” I looked up and saw it
was
Jeremy.  “Ah shit.  Jeremy I’m sorry.”  He put me down on the sofa and
backed away.  Joe has balls of steel, I guess Jeremy doesn’t.  From
over the
ledge of the upstairs Luke called “Hey guys, time for a little fun!”
“What fun!?” Kila said behind him.
“A party.  My friend Shavvy.  No parents, no cops, lives out in the
middle
of nowhere.  Beer, sex, cigarettes.  Just what a good party needs. 
Probably
some heavy drugs there too if any of you are interested.” All the girls
shook their head, and so did Jeremy.  Guess he wasn’t –that- big of a
druggie.

THE PARTY

Took us twenty minutes tops to get to Shavvy’s house.  It was huge,
rustic
and old.  There were five other cars parked outside, and you could see
more
than 100 people inside.  Luke hopped out, helped all of us ladies out
as
well and we headed in.

Inside was covered with smoke, and beer stains.  I looked around,
seeing if
maybe I knew someone.  But no one except for my group, did I know. 
Jeremy
got us some beers, Joe pulled out the cigs.  From there, you were on
your
own.
I took a seat on one of the couches, and stared around at the party.  A
couple girls came and sat by me, and we exchanged our ‘how are you’ and
‘this party is awesome’ but that was pretty much it.  I loved parties,
don’t
get me wrong, but not when there was this many people.  Too many people
at a
party made it rowdy.  Maybe an hour or two into it, Jeremy came and sat
down
next to me.  “Hey there Roz!”
“Hi Jeremy.” I said, looking away and smiling. “Wanna get outta here?”
“What!?”
“Get of here, come on.”  I looked over at him, and followed.  We left
Shavvy’s house and went into Joe’s van.  You could barely hear the
music,
and you could actually breathe.  It was great.  “So, how are you,” I
called
in a half yell, even if I didn’t have to.
“Hah, I’m fine.  A little tired.  You looked bored.”
“Not bored really.  Just…uninterested.  I hate huge parties like that. 
Too
rowdy.”
“Yeah…yeah.  I know what you mean.”  We sat there in silence for a
while. 
He offered me some of his beer.  I denied.  Didn’t really feel like
drinking
tonight.  Besides, I had already had my share of alcohol that evening. 
We
started chatting about this and that, laughing ever so often.  I
yawned. 
“Sorry…”
“What, normally your bed time?”  I pushed him and said no.  I was just
tired
again. “Well, then, I’ll fold down the back seat, you can sleep.”  I
felt
awkward about sleeping in the van, with a guy I had only known for so
many
hours…but I was tired, and I guess after having, three beers, I didn’t
care
as much as I would have liked to.  “Thanks Jeremy, you can go inside,
go
have fun.”
“No Roz, I’ll stay here.  Watch out for you.”
“Whatever!  You’ll rape me!”  I laughed, while getting comfortable.  He
laughed too.  “I won’t rape you Roz, even if I wanted to I couldn’t.”
“What?”
“Well, I still can’t feel my god damn balls!”  To that remark, I
cracked up.
  “Oh Jeremy, I’m sorry.  I didn’t,” I yawned again, and chuckled.
“I know, I know, you didn’t mean to. Now go to sleep.”
Just as I was falling asleep, I felt an arm around me.  It was Jeremy,
and
he had fallen asleep too.  I lay there, looking at him, and smiling. 
He was
a pretty cool guy.  Pretty gosh darn cool guy.

BACK FROM THE PARTY

I don’t know how long I got to sleep with Jeremy, but it felt like
forever. 
Around 4 a.m. maybe, all the other people hopped into the car and we
started
driving home.  Jeremy woke up and started talking to them, I pretended
to
just sleep.  I did that a lot, so I could listen into conversations
without
them knowing, and maybe hear something I wasn’t supposed to.  They
stopped
for gas, and the girls got out to use the bathroom.  Jeremy leaned over
to
me whispering, “Hear anything interesting?”  I smiled.
”No, you guys are really boring.”  He laughed.  Not a fake laugh
either, it
was a pretty hardy chuckle.
“Sorry ‘bout that, next time, we’ll talk about the juicy stuff.”
“Damn straight.”  He bent over and kissed my cheek, and hugged me.  For
a
guy I hadn’t even known that long, I was really starting to give into
him. 
He made me feel smooth and embarrassed, giggly but at the same time
shy.  It
was a weird feeling.  A feeling I had had with my ex-boyfriend but way
more
intense.  I think it was his age.  My ex was the same age as me.  15,
young,
immature about some things…but Jeremy was two years older, and smarter. 
I
felt safe around him.  I don’t know how I did, it just happened that
way. 
“Hey guys, want anything to eat?,” yelled Joe.
“No thanks…” We both said.
After they got the food, we were dropped off at each of our houses. 
Man,
did I ever love the weekend.

JEREMY CALLS

I woke up to the phone ringing and how I hated to wake up to that.  I
called
for my family to get it, but they had all gone to church.  I got up and
answered, sounding more groggy than usual when I first awoke. 
“Hello…?”
“Hi, is uh, Rosslyn home?”
“This is Roz…who’s this?”  Was it Jeremy?  Could it have been?  Hah, he
called me Rosslyn.
“This is Jeremy.”
“Hey, how’s it hangin’?”
“Oh, not too bad.  I was just wondering if you were doing anything
today?”
“Me?  Nope, not that I know of.”  Was I?  Did I make plans and the
hangover
made me forget them?  That often happened after a night of
semi-partying.
“Well uh, want to chill?”
“Sure.  Wanna come pick me up?  Or want me to walk?”
“I’ll come pick you up.  Where you wanna go?”
“Don’t care.  Need to shower and get ready.  Call back in 15.”  He
laughed
and agreed and I hung up the phone.
Thirty minutes later, he called back.  I knew not to expect him to call
in
fifteen minutes. No suave guys did that.  They kept you waiting. 
“Ready?”
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
“Good, now come outside, I’m here.”  I looked out my bedroom window,
and
sure enough, his old Pinto was outside and I could hear Cheap Sex
blaring
from his car.
“I’ll be right out.”  I put a note on the counter, locked up and ran
out to
his piece of shit car.  I know I shouldn’t of been thinking that,
because I
don’t even have a car but I couldn’t help it.  “Where do you wanna go
Roz?”
“Wherever.”
“Okay then…”  he smiled over at me.  I got a little nervous seeing that
smile.  He sped off.  Where were we going?