that kid better come back, his fixies in my car! pt. 1
She could always tell when there was something on my mind, something wrong.
“if I’m not worried, then you shouldn’t be worried”.
I suddenly gave in to her words and realized she was right, the worried look faded and was replaced with a smile. I thought we should hurry back inside, but not before the neighbor next door started confessing something about beastial sodomy which involuntarily seized our attention and lightened the mood a little.
We were in a strangers house. Hip kids lived here, the house stocked with fixed gear bicycles and vegan food. We crowded around one of their Mac laptops and watched a video concerning Rihanna and the illuminati and ironically laughed and danced. We shared a bowl of some food I would normally never think to eat and forced a smile as I chewed only because I was drinking and hadn’t had a chance to eat regular food, (regular to me being shit shit junk food) these kids were herbavores. We occasionally glanced at each other with genuine smiles, we were comfortable in front of other people together, confident. Somehow. eventually went out onto the balcony to share another smoke. This time she confessed her plans for the future, opened up about her life, good and bad. I could only listen and wonder what life could be like if we gave it another shot, a real one. Only time will tell, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t getting my hopes up.
On the other hand I met the girl William has been trying to set me up with for the past month on Saturday. She was nice from what I remember. I was in no shape to be charming
