Why did I end up with the Idiots?!, chapter 2
*** Friday ***
Jesus woke up around 9 in the morning.
He was supposed to be in school and feel like an idiot right now but with the hangover he had: No way!
He made his way down to the kitchen.
"I didn't drink so damn much... " he muttered to himself as he took some painkillers for the headache.
There was a note from his mom at the table.
"Good Morning sunshine! See you at Sunday. From Mom."
He smiled.
His mom was probable the only person that left a "good morning note" AND signed it!
He had no plans on making his own breakfast so he got dressed and planned to go to the local 7-11.
It was a bit cold outside, so he had to go back inside to get a jacket.
As he walked, he saw some of his "friends" sleeping on the streets.
Mostly cuz' they didn't have a place to go and also cuz' most of them got so drunk last night that they didn't even know which way was right or left.
When he got to the 7-11, Jess, smiled at him.
She had short (for the moment) lavender coloured hair and green eyes.
And she and Jesus had known each other since they we're 6 years old, they meet the same day Jesus meet Tunny so they were like a troika or something.
"Hi! Can I get you something, Jesus?" she asked.
He wasn't really hungry...
"Just a coffee, Jess... " he said and took a seat.
After a while Jess came with the coffee and sat down.
She looked at him for a moment before she started talking.
"So why are you here? I mean, don't you have school and stuff?"
"Mom and Brad aren't home so they won't know anything... "
"Aha! And I guess that Brad is the reason that your cheek is blue... "
"Yeah, I got 'home' a bit drunk and he hit me... Again... "
"Okay... So... Are you doing something tonight? I know of this party that one of my friends friend is having, if you want to do something... "
Jess had a crush on Jesus, and he knew it.
She was nice and hot and all that, but not his type.
But if she wanted him to go to a party... Sure!
"Yeah, I'd like to come with you."
"Are... Are you sure? Really?" she said with a smile on her face.
"Yeah, why not. Is there free beer at the party?"
"I think so... "
"Then you can count on me!" he laughed. "I just have to sleep some more. I got a killing hangover... But I'll see you there."
"O... Okay... Meet me at my house around eight! " she smiled even larger. "Well... I have to work now, so... Bye... "
"Bye, Jess."
Okay, Jesus... Now you got something to do tonight, he thought.
He drank the rest of the coffee and left.
He walked "home" again.
He just looked down at his feet.
He was thinking about his life and all that irritating stuff...
So he didn't see the old man that he bumped into before the man lied on the ground.
"Oh, shit! I'm so sorry sir. I didn't mean to... Let me help you up." He said and offered to help the man up.
"What's wrong with you, you punk!" the man yelled. "You little idiot! Can't you see that someone is walking right in front of you!? What is wrong with you?"
"There nothing wrong with me! This is how I'm supposed to be!" he answered and left as fast as he could.
Great!
Just when he was feeling a bit better some old moron comes along and ruin it!
Jesus couldn't help that he was this way!
Why did he have to be this way?
Why did he have to live in this fucked up town?
Why did his mom have to live with that asshole, Brad?
And why did Brad hate him so much?
Then he realized that he had ran back to the 7-11.
Jesus sat down with his back against the wall.
"Why, me?" he whispered to himself.
He looked up and saw a bus drive by.
"Home, is were your hart is" it was written on the side.
"Yeah, sure! My heart is in my body, and my body is stuck in this shit town!" he muttered.
Suddenly Jess came out.
She didn't notice that he was there.
She just stood there trying to lit her cigarette.
"Need some help with that?" he asked after a while.
He smiled when she screamed and jumped, and then turned around so she could see him.
"For fucks sake, Jesus! You scared the hell out of me! Don't do that to people! Jeez... And you wonder why people get pissed at you!"
Jesus just smiled.
Jess continued to try to lit the cigarette for a while before she looked at him.
"Do you have a lighter? I think mine is dead."
"Here you go... " he said and handed her his lighter.
"Thanks... " she said and FINALLY lit that damn cigarette! "But... Why do you sit here? I thought you went home or something... "
"I kinda ran in to this old guy and I didn't mean to but he started screaming at me and I just ran and I ended up here... "
"Okay... " Jess sat down next to him.
They were quiet for a moment before Jesus broke the silence.
"Jess, do you think there is something wrong with me? I mean everybody keeps telling me that and..."
He stopped.
She looked at him.
"And what?" she asked.
"I don't know!" he hid his face in his hands, but looked up again when he's hands touched the bruisers. "I just feel like nothing is worth anything. Like it's just get born, live and take shit and then die and after some years no one will remember you... Like nothing means anything... "
"I know the feeling... " she answered. "I mean... Almost 99, 99 % of the population is probably asking themselves the same thing. Is there something wrong with me? But... Maybe that's how it's supposed to be. It's like 'god' or something messed up the world and if the people walk around and think that it's something wrong with THEM they won't notice that it's something wrong with the WORLD... So 'god' or whatever plants these thought in our brains so he won't have to push the worldly pause bottom and fix all the wrong things cuz' he feels that it's easier just to make us feel bad... And that kinda makes sense cuz' it explains why all these things without a purpose exist. Like flies. You hate them and they don't do anything good except to be food for birds and stuff but other insects can do that. But bees are totally different... They make honey, and we take it and eat it. But flies is just unnecessary things!"
Yeah... Jess has a really weird habit.
She think to much about some things and we're talking DEEP thoughts here!
Just read the whole world thing here!
The worldly pause bottom?!
Jesus just looked at her.
"What?" she asked.
"Noting... It's just that my headache just got worse... So I'm going home... Again." He said and stood up. "So good bye... Again."
"See you tonight!" she called out after him.
Yeah... Tonight.
He started to walk (again... ), but this time he didn't walk in to anyone.
Or get yelled at.
He walked "home"...
Watched TV, played on "Sweet"... But everything felt boring.
The clock SLOWLY ticked...
He tried to sleep for like an hour before he called Tunny.
"Hello! You've reached Tunny the badass, who is it?" Tunny laughed.
"It's Jesus... You doing anything? I'm bored as hell!"
"Nah, I'm not doing anything... Hey, shall we go to the wall? I don't remember a shit of the things I wrote!"
"Yeah, sure... Meet you there!"
Ah!
One of those short and nice phone conversations!
Just like "Hello, meet you there!".
He got of the couch that he was sitting in.
And that took a while cuz' he was sitting upside down...
***A few minutes later***
Jesus and Tunny looked at their "art".
"Man, what the fuck is that?" Jesus said and looked at one of Tunny's paintings that looked like and deformed pig-horse with some kind of nasty disease and some really bad tattoo's...
"I have no idea... " Tunny answered and leaned to one side to another in a worthless attempt to see what it was.
"Maybe it's an... Nah, I don't even know what to guess!" Jesus laughed.
"Yeah, yeah... I bet you remember all the things you did... " Tunny muttered.
"Not everything, just... A lot!"
"One of the natures big mysteries... Why doesn't the Jesus of Suburbia get drunk?"
"Hey, I can get drunk it's just that it takes a while... And around thirty beers... "
They laughed for a moment.
It wasn't funny but they laughed anyway...
Then... The traditional flashback!
EVERY time they painted that wall (they've done it for years! ) and came back the other day they had some flashbacks from all those times they've been there.
And they always came down to the first time they painted that wall...
Jesus woke up around 9 in the morning.
He was supposed to be in school and feel like an idiot right now but with the hangover he had: No way!
He made his way down to the kitchen.
"I didn't drink so damn much... " he muttered to himself as he took some painkillers for the headache.
There was a note from his mom at the table.
"Good Morning sunshine! See you at Sunday. From Mom."
He smiled.
His mom was probable the only person that left a "good morning note" AND signed it!
He had no plans on making his own breakfast so he got dressed and planned to go to the local 7-11.
It was a bit cold outside, so he had to go back inside to get a jacket.
As he walked, he saw some of his "friends" sleeping on the streets.
Mostly cuz' they didn't have a place to go and also cuz' most of them got so drunk last night that they didn't even know which way was right or left.
When he got to the 7-11, Jess, smiled at him.
She had short (for the moment) lavender coloured hair and green eyes.
And she and Jesus had known each other since they we're 6 years old, they meet the same day Jesus meet Tunny so they were like a troika or something.
"Hi! Can I get you something, Jesus?" she asked.
He wasn't really hungry...
"Just a coffee, Jess... " he said and took a seat.
After a while Jess came with the coffee and sat down.
She looked at him for a moment before she started talking.
"So why are you here? I mean, don't you have school and stuff?"
"Mom and Brad aren't home so they won't know anything... "
"Aha! And I guess that Brad is the reason that your cheek is blue... "
"Yeah, I got 'home' a bit drunk and he hit me... Again... "
"Okay... So... Are you doing something tonight? I know of this party that one of my friends friend is having, if you want to do something... "
Jess had a crush on Jesus, and he knew it.
She was nice and hot and all that, but not his type.
But if she wanted him to go to a party... Sure!
"Yeah, I'd like to come with you."
"Are... Are you sure? Really?" she said with a smile on her face.
"Yeah, why not. Is there free beer at the party?"
"I think so... "
"Then you can count on me!" he laughed. "I just have to sleep some more. I got a killing hangover... But I'll see you there."
"O... Okay... Meet me at my house around eight! " she smiled even larger. "Well... I have to work now, so... Bye... "
"Bye, Jess."
Okay, Jesus... Now you got something to do tonight, he thought.
He drank the rest of the coffee and left.
He walked "home" again.
He just looked down at his feet.
He was thinking about his life and all that irritating stuff...
So he didn't see the old man that he bumped into before the man lied on the ground.
"Oh, shit! I'm so sorry sir. I didn't mean to... Let me help you up." He said and offered to help the man up.
"What's wrong with you, you punk!" the man yelled. "You little idiot! Can't you see that someone is walking right in front of you!? What is wrong with you?"
"There nothing wrong with me! This is how I'm supposed to be!" he answered and left as fast as he could.
Great!
Just when he was feeling a bit better some old moron comes along and ruin it!
Jesus couldn't help that he was this way!
Why did he have to be this way?
Why did he have to live in this fucked up town?
Why did his mom have to live with that asshole, Brad?
And why did Brad hate him so much?
Then he realized that he had ran back to the 7-11.
Jesus sat down with his back against the wall.
"Why, me?" he whispered to himself.
He looked up and saw a bus drive by.
"Home, is were your hart is" it was written on the side.
"Yeah, sure! My heart is in my body, and my body is stuck in this shit town!" he muttered.
Suddenly Jess came out.
She didn't notice that he was there.
She just stood there trying to lit her cigarette.
"Need some help with that?" he asked after a while.
He smiled when she screamed and jumped, and then turned around so she could see him.
"For fucks sake, Jesus! You scared the hell out of me! Don't do that to people! Jeez... And you wonder why people get pissed at you!"
Jesus just smiled.
Jess continued to try to lit the cigarette for a while before she looked at him.
"Do you have a lighter? I think mine is dead."
"Here you go... " he said and handed her his lighter.
"Thanks... " she said and FINALLY lit that damn cigarette! "But... Why do you sit here? I thought you went home or something... "
"I kinda ran in to this old guy and I didn't mean to but he started screaming at me and I just ran and I ended up here... "
"Okay... " Jess sat down next to him.
They were quiet for a moment before Jesus broke the silence.
"Jess, do you think there is something wrong with me? I mean everybody keeps telling me that and..."
He stopped.
She looked at him.
"And what?" she asked.
"I don't know!" he hid his face in his hands, but looked up again when he's hands touched the bruisers. "I just feel like nothing is worth anything. Like it's just get born, live and take shit and then die and after some years no one will remember you... Like nothing means anything... "
"I know the feeling... " she answered. "I mean... Almost 99, 99 % of the population is probably asking themselves the same thing. Is there something wrong with me? But... Maybe that's how it's supposed to be. It's like 'god' or something messed up the world and if the people walk around and think that it's something wrong with THEM they won't notice that it's something wrong with the WORLD... So 'god' or whatever plants these thought in our brains so he won't have to push the worldly pause bottom and fix all the wrong things cuz' he feels that it's easier just to make us feel bad... And that kinda makes sense cuz' it explains why all these things without a purpose exist. Like flies. You hate them and they don't do anything good except to be food for birds and stuff but other insects can do that. But bees are totally different... They make honey, and we take it and eat it. But flies is just unnecessary things!"
Yeah... Jess has a really weird habit.
She think to much about some things and we're talking DEEP thoughts here!
Just read the whole world thing here!
The worldly pause bottom?!
Jesus just looked at her.
"What?" she asked.
"Noting... It's just that my headache just got worse... So I'm going home... Again." He said and stood up. "So good bye... Again."
"See you tonight!" she called out after him.
Yeah... Tonight.
He started to walk (again... ), but this time he didn't walk in to anyone.
Or get yelled at.
He walked "home"...
Watched TV, played on "Sweet"... But everything felt boring.
The clock SLOWLY ticked...
He tried to sleep for like an hour before he called Tunny.
"Hello! You've reached Tunny the badass, who is it?" Tunny laughed.
"It's Jesus... You doing anything? I'm bored as hell!"
"Nah, I'm not doing anything... Hey, shall we go to the wall? I don't remember a shit of the things I wrote!"
"Yeah, sure... Meet you there!"
Ah!
One of those short and nice phone conversations!
Just like "Hello, meet you there!".
He got of the couch that he was sitting in.
And that took a while cuz' he was sitting upside down...
***A few minutes later***
Jesus and Tunny looked at their "art".
"Man, what the fuck is that?" Jesus said and looked at one of Tunny's paintings that looked like and deformed pig-horse with some kind of nasty disease and some really bad tattoo's...
"I have no idea... " Tunny answered and leaned to one side to another in a worthless attempt to see what it was.
"Maybe it's an... Nah, I don't even know what to guess!" Jesus laughed.
"Yeah, yeah... I bet you remember all the things you did... " Tunny muttered.
"Not everything, just... A lot!"
"One of the natures big mysteries... Why doesn't the Jesus of Suburbia get drunk?"
"Hey, I can get drunk it's just that it takes a while... And around thirty beers... "
They laughed for a moment.
It wasn't funny but they laughed anyway...
Then... The traditional flashback!
EVERY time they painted that wall (they've done it for years! ) and came back the other day they had some flashbacks from all those times they've been there.
And they always came down to the first time they painted that wall...
