Green Eyed Angel From the Parking Lot, chapter 1
"DAMNIT!" ; I screamed as I was in the parking lot. Today was the worst day of my life ever! First, I had woken up and the A. C was broken. Not good for a summer day in California. Then the whole in your pants was caught by your foot and they ripped al the way down, lost the car keys, got dumped, ran out of hot water in the middle of a shower, the computer broke, I was sweaty as hell, got a hair tie stuck in my hair, bit my lip and it bled, stepped on a tack and broke the case to my "Dookie"; CD. But that's not all, oh no. I had the walk a mile in a half to get to the store for shampoo and other important things. I didn't find some things, tripped on the store and scrapped my elbow, people were walking on my heels, got slammed into by a cart, ran out of money and now my bag had broken in the middle of the parking lot.
I bent over to pick the shit up. As I grabbed for a box of tampons two other hands met my hand. I looked up, still crouched on the ground. He looked back at me. I got lost in his beautiful green eyes for a second.
"Hey"; he said, breaking your concentration
"Um, hey"; I replied
"I just came over to help, you looked frustrated." ;
"I am, very, anger issues, and thanks"; He helped you pick some things up; you said holding things in your arms.
"I'm Billie Joe";
"I'm Ziazan he looked at me confused like.
"It's Armenian; I'm a ΒΌ of that. It means Rainbow... Why the hell my parents would name me that";
"Oh. Well, it's pretty, can I walk you to your car?" ;
"Don't have one, I walked, it's bad day for me and part has to do with losing my keys." ;
"That sucks ass, do you want me to give you a ride to your place?" ;
"I'd love that"; He walked you to a black car, I explained to him the awful day and how I was staying at my cousin's place she had out here.
"She lives out here in Berkeley?" ; he asked while he drove you home
"No, she lives out in Delaware, like me, but has a place out here for the summer, but I asked to use it this year. So, yeah"; I finished awkwardly
"Oh, I see." ; He smirked. "So, uh, where's is the place?" ; I gave him the direction, and we arrived in a few minutes.
"Here you are... "; he said
"Thanks for the ride, you're a life saver." ;
"Anytime." ; We sat there in silence for a few seconds before I got out, I was about to shut the door when Billie stopped me.
"CanIseeyouagain?" ; he blurted out
"Huh?" ;
"Can I see you again?" ; he asked, still talking quickly
"Sure";
"Awesome, here's my number"; he looked for a pen, but you grabbed one form your small black purse you had.
"I have a pen, just tell me it"; he gave me his number and I wrote it on my hand
"Call me sometime before you leave, okay";
"Okay"; you said smiling, then you shut the door. You realized you wanted to stay with him. He was really nice. You turned around and watched the car go down the road as you walked up to the door.
"Fuck! I lost the keys inside the house! WHY THE HEL DID I LOCK THE DOOR!?!?!" ; you screamed to the sky, a neighbor came out
"Do you have to talk to you imaginary friend so loud ya ditz bag!?" ; It was some 20-year-old girl, older than you but you could handle her
"Fuck off you bitch";
"What?" ;
"You heard me! AND GO FALL IN A DITCH WHILE YOU'RE AT IT!" ;
"Shut up you fuck ass!" ;
"Bring it Blondie!" ; I was pissed by now, and like I said, anger issues. I was looking for a fight actually to blow of some steam.
"I don't fight gothies"; she said in a nasty ass tone. I lost my head
"FIRST OFF I AM NOT GOTH! I AM PUNK! P-U-N-K! GOT IT!? I DON'T NEED YOUR PINK BLODE-O DITZA BAG ASS TELLING ME WHAT I AM! I AM IN INDIVIDUAL AM DAMN PROUD OF IT! WHY DON'T YOU TRY IT SOMETIME INTEAD OF BUYTING THE LATEST FASHIONS FROM THE FUCK ASS OF A STORE YOU SHOP AT AND BE A FUCKING WOMAN FOR ONCE IN YOUR PATHETIC LIFE!" ; she started at me wide eyed, and ran inside. I laughed at her. "Okay, extra key.. Somewhere... "; you looked around for a while until you found it in a birdfeeder that was in the front yard tree. I walked in and flicked on the TV, leaving all that shit at the doorway. I sat there until 10:00 pm when I decided to get ready for bed.
After my shower I looked in the mirror. I was about 5'6"; with think, curly, dark brown hair, (EW. Sounds like I'm describing hair that's not on my head... Ew) which I was about to dye black. I wasn't exactly skinny and I wasn't big, I was in the middle. I wore black basically, and people were afraid of me. It hurt sometimes, but after years of it I used it to my advantage. I was 19, same as Billie Joe (yes, he told you) I had somewhat of bi-polar-ness. I was a nice funny person. But when I was pissed, look out. I will kick your ass like there's no tomorrow, and I have a mouth. Then there are times when I mop around, thinking about sad things, like my grandmother who had passed on my 13th birthday (yes... That really did happen). I was me and proud of it.
I woke up around noon and walked out to the kitchen. I remembered the number I had re-written on paper and stuck on the fridge. "Should I call him?" ; I asked myself out loud. 'I don't know"; I continued. I got some cereal and the number stared me down. "OKAY! I'LL CALL! SHUT UP!" ; I was yelling at the paper, I started laughing cause I found that screaming funny. I was like that sometimes. I dialed the number and he answered.
"Hello?" ; his voice was so lovely
"Hey, Billie?" ;
"Yeah";
"It's Ziazan";
"Yeah! Hey! What's up?" ;
"Nothing, just calling. Do you want to, like, do something today?" ;
"Yeah, I was just thinking that. Do you want to come hang out over here for a while and then we can grab lunch?" ;
"That sounds great," ; you said starring at the unfinished cereal.
"Okay, I'll pick you up in 15 minutes?" ;
"See ya then"; you said your good-buys and hung up.
I bent over to pick the shit up. As I grabbed for a box of tampons two other hands met my hand. I looked up, still crouched on the ground. He looked back at me. I got lost in his beautiful green eyes for a second.
"Hey"; he said, breaking your concentration
"Um, hey"; I replied
"I just came over to help, you looked frustrated." ;
"I am, very, anger issues, and thanks"; He helped you pick some things up; you said holding things in your arms.
"I'm Billie Joe";
"I'm Ziazan he looked at me confused like.
"It's Armenian; I'm a ΒΌ of that. It means Rainbow... Why the hell my parents would name me that";
"Oh. Well, it's pretty, can I walk you to your car?" ;
"Don't have one, I walked, it's bad day for me and part has to do with losing my keys." ;
"That sucks ass, do you want me to give you a ride to your place?" ;
"I'd love that"; He walked you to a black car, I explained to him the awful day and how I was staying at my cousin's place she had out here.
"She lives out here in Berkeley?" ; he asked while he drove you home
"No, she lives out in Delaware, like me, but has a place out here for the summer, but I asked to use it this year. So, yeah"; I finished awkwardly
"Oh, I see." ; He smirked. "So, uh, where's is the place?" ; I gave him the direction, and we arrived in a few minutes.
"Here you are... "; he said
"Thanks for the ride, you're a life saver." ;
"Anytime." ; We sat there in silence for a few seconds before I got out, I was about to shut the door when Billie stopped me.
"CanIseeyouagain?" ; he blurted out
"Huh?" ;
"Can I see you again?" ; he asked, still talking quickly
"Sure";
"Awesome, here's my number"; he looked for a pen, but you grabbed one form your small black purse you had.
"I have a pen, just tell me it"; he gave me his number and I wrote it on my hand
"Call me sometime before you leave, okay";
"Okay"; you said smiling, then you shut the door. You realized you wanted to stay with him. He was really nice. You turned around and watched the car go down the road as you walked up to the door.
"Fuck! I lost the keys inside the house! WHY THE HEL DID I LOCK THE DOOR!?!?!" ; you screamed to the sky, a neighbor came out
"Do you have to talk to you imaginary friend so loud ya ditz bag!?" ; It was some 20-year-old girl, older than you but you could handle her
"Fuck off you bitch";
"What?" ;
"You heard me! AND GO FALL IN A DITCH WHILE YOU'RE AT IT!" ;
"Shut up you fuck ass!" ;
"Bring it Blondie!" ; I was pissed by now, and like I said, anger issues. I was looking for a fight actually to blow of some steam.
"I don't fight gothies"; she said in a nasty ass tone. I lost my head
"FIRST OFF I AM NOT GOTH! I AM PUNK! P-U-N-K! GOT IT!? I DON'T NEED YOUR PINK BLODE-O DITZA BAG ASS TELLING ME WHAT I AM! I AM IN INDIVIDUAL AM DAMN PROUD OF IT! WHY DON'T YOU TRY IT SOMETIME INTEAD OF BUYTING THE LATEST FASHIONS FROM THE FUCK ASS OF A STORE YOU SHOP AT AND BE A FUCKING WOMAN FOR ONCE IN YOUR PATHETIC LIFE!" ; she started at me wide eyed, and ran inside. I laughed at her. "Okay, extra key.. Somewhere... "; you looked around for a while until you found it in a birdfeeder that was in the front yard tree. I walked in and flicked on the TV, leaving all that shit at the doorway. I sat there until 10:00 pm when I decided to get ready for bed.
After my shower I looked in the mirror. I was about 5'6"; with think, curly, dark brown hair, (EW. Sounds like I'm describing hair that's not on my head... Ew) which I was about to dye black. I wasn't exactly skinny and I wasn't big, I was in the middle. I wore black basically, and people were afraid of me. It hurt sometimes, but after years of it I used it to my advantage. I was 19, same as Billie Joe (yes, he told you) I had somewhat of bi-polar-ness. I was a nice funny person. But when I was pissed, look out. I will kick your ass like there's no tomorrow, and I have a mouth. Then there are times when I mop around, thinking about sad things, like my grandmother who had passed on my 13th birthday (yes... That really did happen). I was me and proud of it.
I woke up around noon and walked out to the kitchen. I remembered the number I had re-written on paper and stuck on the fridge. "Should I call him?" ; I asked myself out loud. 'I don't know"; I continued. I got some cereal and the number stared me down. "OKAY! I'LL CALL! SHUT UP!" ; I was yelling at the paper, I started laughing cause I found that screaming funny. I was like that sometimes. I dialed the number and he answered.
"Hello?" ; his voice was so lovely
"Hey, Billie?" ;
"Yeah";
"It's Ziazan";
"Yeah! Hey! What's up?" ;
"Nothing, just calling. Do you want to, like, do something today?" ;
"Yeah, I was just thinking that. Do you want to come hang out over here for a while and then we can grab lunch?" ;
"That sounds great," ; you said starring at the unfinished cereal.
"Okay, I'll pick you up in 15 minutes?" ;
"See ya then"; you said your good-buys and hung up.
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