From the Depths of My Dreams, chapter 2
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing out here?" I heard Brad say as I continued stomping out my joint. I didn't like the idea of smoking around him. I don't know what he thinks about smokers and I wanted to impress him.
"FUCK!" I managed to say between coughs. "You scared the shit out of me! I thought you were a teacher!"
"Haha." He looked up at me during his fit of laughter. "Teachers know about this spot?"
"Well, don't tell but I caught Mr. Lewis smoking some shit out here last year. It was fucking hilarious." I said. Well, so far so good. I just hope we don't run out of things to say. It's nice talking to him.
*Normal P.O.V.*
Renee and Brad talked a little more until they heard the bell sound for 8th period.
'FUCK.' Renee thought. 'I don't want this to end. It's too much fun talking to him.'
Funny how Brad was thinking the same thing about her. It seems that this was the start of their friendship.
"Hey, Renee? Erm... do you wanna skip 8th period and stay here and ya know, just talk for a little?" Brad asked nervously.
"Really!?" Renee asked excitedly. 'Wow.. way to not sound stupid' Renee thought. "Oh shit, I can't. I have a fucking math test with my fellow stoner teacher, Mr. Lewis."
'DAMN!' they both thought.
"Oh okay, well do you wanna hang out sometime?" Brad looked down at some grass and shitfted uncomfortably. 'I hope I'm not sounding too forward or anything. I mean we just really met today.' Brad was nervous.
"Uh.. yeah sure. How about we go to the boardwalk tonight? They're having some sweet bands play at the surf club." Renee was excited to hear Brad's response.
"Sounds great. Do you want me to pick you up at your house at 6?" Renee's stomach did a little flip. She tried not to smile but she sucked at hiding her emotions. A goofy grin appeared on her face.
"I'll take your smile as a yes." With that they said their goodbyes and went on to class.
*Later that night*
"Renee? What time is your date comming?" Renee's mom yelld from the living room.
"Erm.. 6 o'clock." Renee said.
"RINGGGG!!!" The phone. 'Oh, maybe it's Brad!' Renee thought as she picked up the phone.
She heard a strange voice on the other end.
"Ahem, Mrs. Merante?" A strange man said.
"Sorry, but it's Ms. and you can call me Caren. Whose this?" Caren said.
"Well this is Richard Stockton from Weichert Real Estate. I recieved your message earlier about the house you were interested in buying out in San Francisco, California. All you need to do is put down a payment on the house and pack your bags and you are free to move into 16 Breen Place."
"Wow! The owners stopped acceptings bids so soon?" Caren said.
"Well yes, once they met you and heard your story, they knew you were the perfect person to select for the house. They closed bidding 45 minutes after you left their residence." Richard replied.
Renee at this point had hung up the phone, in disbeleif of what she was hearing. Things were finally going pretty good for her and her mom has to go and ruin it by moving to the other coast. Fuck!
"Well, Thank you for all your help Mr. Stockton." Caren said as she hung up the phone.
Wow. The Merantes were moving to California. Although this is what Renee had always dreamed of, it somehow didn't seem the same as she expected it to be. She didn't have many friends to say goodbye to or ring everyday, but now there was Brad. The guy she always had a slight crush on. Now they were becomming friends and that was all going to be washed down the drain. Why?!
*2 years later at Rancho Bernado High, San Francisco, California*
Another shitty day as a junior. Thank god it was Friday though! The school year was almost over for Renee and she was happy at that thought. She had one more year of highschool. She did the math in her mind and realized life would be good...
1 more year of highschool= off to college
off to college= free from her mom and PARTIES day and night
parties day and night= getting laid, something she hadn't done in a while.
All in all, she was fucking stoked!
Renee still kept in touch with Brad. She did miss him but boys like Brad in Cali came a dime a dozen. Eventually they just drifted apart. She had established new friendships with some really cool people. Let me just fill you in on Renee's status as is:
She met a girl named Ashleigh, whom everyone calls 'Ash', but only Renee calls her 'Leigh' or 'Ashwipe'.
Renee has a crush on a boy named Christian. Total hottie. She thinks he's the best of them all because he's really unique and has GORGEOUS eyes.
Ashleigh and Christian are going out though so Renee keeps her distance. Ashleigh's simply a lucky bitch but Renee still loves her to death.
She had one abusive boyfriend that she went out with for 4 months and then realized he was abusive and reported him. He now goes to Rancho Palmero Highschool. She's still afraid of him though. Also, because of her abusive boyfriend, Ryan, Renee is slightly uncomfortable around guys.
Anyway, it being a Friday night, Renee was going to a party. She had a few cool friends on the other side of the Golden Gate Bridge, in Emeryville, who invited her to a party that night. After a long week at school, getting wasted and partying until all hours was looking pretty good right now.
*After School, Back at Home*
"MOM! I'm home! But not for long because I'm going to Emeryville tonight!" No answer.
Renee heard mumbling from the kitchen. She noticed a figure hunched over, scanning the fridge for food.
"Who the hell are you?"
"That's no way to talk to me and by the way I'm Richard. Richard Stockton."
'Isn't that the real estate dude.' Renee thought. "Yeah, whatever. If you see my mom tell her I'm at a party getting smashed." Renee tried to leave the kitchen but stopped short when she heard Richard speak again.
"You mean drunk right?"
"Uh, yeah..." Renee said sarcastically. 'What an idiot.'
"Well I don't approve of underage drinking." the idiot said.
"Well that's nice and all but I didn't ask you if you approved. Now excuse me but I need to get ready to get wasted. Later." 'Wow, 5 minutes in and I already thinkn the guys a prick. He sure is good at making a good first impression.'
*That Night In Emeryville*
"AYE YA YA YA! Cinco de mustache! The kids that are hip they grow hair on their lip, They don't have a razor and don't give a shit so grow and grow and grow and let your mustache SHOW! OHHH YEAH!"
The few conscious drunks that were left in the basement were swaying to their drunken music. Drinks in
song.. Funny sight to see.
Being bored with her friend Chealsea, Renee headed upstairs to find a bathroom to pee. She had to go bad. As she was headed up the stairs she ran into someone and spilled her drink on them.
"Ah, shit! I'm sorry." She said trying to sound a bit more sober.
"Heh, it's okay. But where were you headed so fast?" She looked up and saw a guy that looked older then her wiping the excess booze off of his shirt.
"Bathroom." Renee didn't want to be rude or anything but she really had to go.
"Well, I'll letcha go now, but if you wanna talk a little more I'll be outside." It was as if he read her mind.
"Okay. Thanks." With that she walked upstairs.
"FUCK!" I managed to say between coughs. "You scared the shit out of me! I thought you were a teacher!"
"Haha." He looked up at me during his fit of laughter. "Teachers know about this spot?"
"Well, don't tell but I caught Mr. Lewis smoking some shit out here last year. It was fucking hilarious." I said. Well, so far so good. I just hope we don't run out of things to say. It's nice talking to him.
*Normal P.O.V.*
Renee and Brad talked a little more until they heard the bell sound for 8th period.
'FUCK.' Renee thought. 'I don't want this to end. It's too much fun talking to him.'
Funny how Brad was thinking the same thing about her. It seems that this was the start of their friendship.
"Hey, Renee? Erm... do you wanna skip 8th period and stay here and ya know, just talk for a little?" Brad asked nervously.
"Really!?" Renee asked excitedly. 'Wow.. way to not sound stupid' Renee thought. "Oh shit, I can't. I have a fucking math test with my fellow stoner teacher, Mr. Lewis."
'DAMN!' they both thought.
"Oh okay, well do you wanna hang out sometime?" Brad looked down at some grass and shitfted uncomfortably. 'I hope I'm not sounding too forward or anything. I mean we just really met today.' Brad was nervous.
"Uh.. yeah sure. How about we go to the boardwalk tonight? They're having some sweet bands play at the surf club." Renee was excited to hear Brad's response.
"Sounds great. Do you want me to pick you up at your house at 6?" Renee's stomach did a little flip. She tried not to smile but she sucked at hiding her emotions. A goofy grin appeared on her face.
"I'll take your smile as a yes." With that they said their goodbyes and went on to class.
*Later that night*
"Renee? What time is your date comming?" Renee's mom yelld from the living room.
"Erm.. 6 o'clock." Renee said.
"RINGGGG!!!" The phone. 'Oh, maybe it's Brad!' Renee thought as she picked up the phone.
She heard a strange voice on the other end.
"Ahem, Mrs. Merante?" A strange man said.
"Sorry, but it's Ms. and you can call me Caren. Whose this?" Caren said.
"Well this is Richard Stockton from Weichert Real Estate. I recieved your message earlier about the house you were interested in buying out in San Francisco, California. All you need to do is put down a payment on the house and pack your bags and you are free to move into 16 Breen Place."
"Wow! The owners stopped acceptings bids so soon?" Caren said.
"Well yes, once they met you and heard your story, they knew you were the perfect person to select for the house. They closed bidding 45 minutes after you left their residence." Richard replied.
Renee at this point had hung up the phone, in disbeleif of what she was hearing. Things were finally going pretty good for her and her mom has to go and ruin it by moving to the other coast. Fuck!
"Well, Thank you for all your help Mr. Stockton." Caren said as she hung up the phone.
Wow. The Merantes were moving to California. Although this is what Renee had always dreamed of, it somehow didn't seem the same as she expected it to be. She didn't have many friends to say goodbye to or ring everyday, but now there was Brad. The guy she always had a slight crush on. Now they were becomming friends and that was all going to be washed down the drain. Why?!
*2 years later at Rancho Bernado High, San Francisco, California*
Another shitty day as a junior. Thank god it was Friday though! The school year was almost over for Renee and she was happy at that thought. She had one more year of highschool. She did the math in her mind and realized life would be good...
1 more year of highschool= off to college
off to college= free from her mom and PARTIES day and night
parties day and night= getting laid, something she hadn't done in a while.
All in all, she was fucking stoked!
Renee still kept in touch with Brad. She did miss him but boys like Brad in Cali came a dime a dozen. Eventually they just drifted apart. She had established new friendships with some really cool people. Let me just fill you in on Renee's status as is:
She met a girl named Ashleigh, whom everyone calls 'Ash', but only Renee calls her 'Leigh' or 'Ashwipe'.
Renee has a crush on a boy named Christian. Total hottie. She thinks he's the best of them all because he's really unique and has GORGEOUS eyes.
Ashleigh and Christian are going out though so Renee keeps her distance. Ashleigh's simply a lucky bitch but Renee still loves her to death.
She had one abusive boyfriend that she went out with for 4 months and then realized he was abusive and reported him. He now goes to Rancho Palmero Highschool. She's still afraid of him though. Also, because of her abusive boyfriend, Ryan, Renee is slightly uncomfortable around guys.
Anyway, it being a Friday night, Renee was going to a party. She had a few cool friends on the other side of the Golden Gate Bridge, in Emeryville, who invited her to a party that night. After a long week at school, getting wasted and partying until all hours was looking pretty good right now.
*After School, Back at Home*
"MOM! I'm home! But not for long because I'm going to Emeryville tonight!" No answer.
Renee heard mumbling from the kitchen. She noticed a figure hunched over, scanning the fridge for food.
"Who the hell are you?"
"That's no way to talk to me and by the way I'm Richard. Richard Stockton."
'Isn't that the real estate dude.' Renee thought. "Yeah, whatever. If you see my mom tell her I'm at a party getting smashed." Renee tried to leave the kitchen but stopped short when she heard Richard speak again.
"You mean drunk right?"
"Uh, yeah..." Renee said sarcastically. 'What an idiot.'
"Well I don't approve of underage drinking." the idiot said.
"Well that's nice and all but I didn't ask you if you approved. Now excuse me but I need to get ready to get wasted. Later." 'Wow, 5 minutes in and I already thinkn the guys a prick. He sure is good at making a good first impression.'
*That Night In Emeryville*
"AYE YA YA YA! Cinco de mustache! The kids that are hip they grow hair on their lip, They don't have a razor and don't give a shit so grow and grow and grow and let your mustache SHOW! OHHH YEAH!"
The few conscious drunks that were left in the basement were swaying to their drunken music. Drinks in
song.. Funny sight to see.
Being bored with her friend Chealsea, Renee headed upstairs to find a bathroom to pee. She had to go bad. As she was headed up the stairs she ran into someone and spilled her drink on them.
"Ah, shit! I'm sorry." She said trying to sound a bit more sober.
"Heh, it's okay. But where were you headed so fast?" She looked up and saw a guy that looked older then her wiping the excess booze off of his shirt.
"Bathroom." Renee didn't want to be rude or anything but she really had to go.
"Well, I'll letcha go now, but if you wanna talk a little more I'll be outside." It was as if he read her mind.
"Okay. Thanks." With that she walked upstairs.
