Gorgeous (Mike's story), chapter 4
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Oh shit. I looked at my stall door. My jaw dropped. The entire door support had crumpled in on its self on Tre's weight. Now, the lock on the stall was crumpled and the door was jammed against its fame. Now... how was I supposed to get out?
"Fuck, I'm locked in!" I screamed to them.
"What you mean you're locked in?" Billie asked me.
"Mr. Wise guy over here caused the door to bail out and now the fucking lock is jammed, that's what I mean!" I yelled. I stood there just looking at the stall door, my hands in the air. This is unbelievable! I thought, just great! Man, talk about mood swings...
"Uh-oh," Tre started, "some one hasn't had their 'caffeine' today... "
"That's why he's sounding so pissed... " Billie said to himself.
"Hello?" I said yelled at the door, "I could use a little help here!"
"Ok, ok, uh... " Billie tried to think of something.
"Try to break down the door!" suggested Tre. I took a few steps back of the space I had and slammed myself into the door, hitting it with a loud bang and expecting it to fall over. Yah, right.
"OW!! Holy shit, fuck!" I shouted, I crinkled in the stall holding my right shoulder.
"Well, it was worth a try," Tre said from the other side, "Oh! I know! Crawl under the door!"
"Are you fucking kidding me? My head doesn't even fit through there!" I yelled at him.
"Climb into the next stall!" suggested Billie.
"Worth a try," I mumbled to myself. I stood on top of the toilet and grabbed the top of the stall wall, "God help me." I whispered, knowing it wasn't gonna be a soft landing.
I jumped off the toilet and I pulled myself up on the wall. The moment I did, I heard another metallic snap, I felt the wall wiggle. All the sudden, the stall wall fell forward and landed on top of the next stall's toilet. I screamed as I hit the toilet. I was still clenching the wall. A sighed after a moment of silence. That was close, I though. Then, just then, I heard a creek. I looked up and saw the next stall wall rip off its hinges and fall forward causing a chain reaction. Like dominoes all the stall walls fell. My jaw dropped as I stared in awe. And to top it off, the fame containing the stall doors, fell as well. Tre and Billie jumped out of the as it came crashing down towards them. I still lay there on top of the stall wall. I slowly looked towards Tre and Billie.
"Holy," started Billie.
"Crap!" finished Tre. I just stared at Billie, giving him a Who's-idea-was-this? Look.
"Hey, I knew this bathroom was old," Billie said in his defense.
"But we didn't know it was THAT old!" Tre finished, he was still staring in awe.
"Yah, well, how about we get outta here before someone sees us?" I said a little impatiently.
"Yah, good idea." Said Billie quickly, and the three of us ran out as fast as we could, trying not to be seen.
As soon as we were off school property we slowed down. I can't believe it! Now by tomorrow morning everyone in the school will know that someone trashed the boys' bathroom. Nice publicity, I though, well as long as nobody finds out who it was...
I looked down the road. I saw a girl walking down the sidewalk across the street. She had messy hair, all different shades of blonde, wearing a tight long sleeved black fishnet shirt over a black tank top. Her face was pale and she wore a ton of eyeliner. It was none other than our good friend Zil.
"Hey, girl with the hair!" I shouted across the street.
"Hey, guy with the eyes!" she shouted back without even looking across the street. She knew it was me.
She ran across the street and joined us. We hardly ever see her because neither of us has any classes with her. She had been our good friend since we entered high school. Zil, or Zilpha, is, well, different. She's punk, gothic and rocker all at the same time. Plus she has a special interest in witchcraft, she considers herself a witch, but whatever. She's a cool witch. Her skin is always pale, but not scary pale. She always wears a lot, and I do mean a lot, of eyeliner. Her hair always untamed in a good way I guess. She's a person who's not afraid to stand up for what she believes, and never gets pushed around, cause she's the boss. I kinda admire her for that. Besides the fact that she attempted suicide once, but I won't go there.
"Hey, I like your hair, Tre," she ruffed his hair, "it's so green."
"Oh, yah, I dyed it a couple days ago," tre said acting all proud, "doesn't it look sexy or what?"
"Very sexy." Zil agreed. Billie and I couldn't help but laugh. "What are you laughing about?" she asked.
"Oh, don't pay any attention to them," tre said like a preppy girl, again, " They're just jealous cause they don't have sexy green hair like me!" Billie and I laughed even harder.
"I don't get those two sometimes!" Tre said.
"Me neither!" Zil yelled in my face.
"Hey! Let's sing the baloney song!" Tre shouted. And before I knew it we were all arm in arm skipping down the side wide.
"Ok! I'll sing the sentence and you guys say the letters! Ok, ok, ok!!" Tre was definitely hyper as usual. Oh, well.
"Ohhhhhh, my boloney has a first name, it's," Tre started.
"O-S-C-A-R!!!!" we screamed.
"My boloney has a second name, it's,"
"M-A-Y-E-R!!!"
"Well, I love to eat it everyday and why? You ask well why I'll SAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!! Cuz Oscar Mayer has a way with,"
"B-O-L-O-G-N-A!!!!"
We all screamed and then burst into laughter, just as we jumped onto the lawn of a green painted beach kinda house, it always looks out of place in this neighbor hood. Now you know where she gets her ambition.
"Well, he's my stop boys!" she declared as she broke arms and kissed us good-bye. Did I mention she's a kiss fountain? She walked up to the house and as she did Tre called out,
"If we have any gigs soon, well ring yah!"
"Sure!" she yelled back, just she entered the house. Once the door closed, Billie crossed the street toward Tre's. Tre and I walked after.
We dropped Tre off at his house and then Billie and I walked home. We were silent all the way. Which felt a little awkward, because we both new we felt guilt for what had happened. In five minutes we reached Billie's house. No one was home as usual, and we walked down to the basement. Billie lit a joint and offered me one, but I shook my head.
"I'm not in the mood." I refused.
"But you're always in the mood." Billie said as he sat down next to me.
"Good things never last." I muttered to myself. I shook my head again and placed my head in my hands. "I'm sorry for saying that you two make my life worse," I apologized, "It's not true, I do need you guys." I sighed.
"It's alright," said Billie, "We were being real jackasses back there, I guess I didn't realize how important she was to you." He said trying to comfort me.
"Thanks."
The rest of the night, Billie I just hung out in the basement, playing and just fooling around. When everyone arrived from somewhere we were already passed out across the sofas. I guess they didn't wake us up, because I woke up on the sofa. I looked at clock clinging to the basement wall. It ticked 6:30. I yarned and stretched. Billie was still out, so I went into the kitchen to get a decent breakfast. Billie's mom, Ollie, greeted me.
"Hey, good morning mike, you sleep well?" she asked. She was making some coffee. I just nodded and rubbed my head. I was strangely quiet. I didn't have a hang over, which made sense cause I didn't drink last night, yet I didn't feel as cranky as I would be when I don't have my coffee. I sat down at the booth.
"You want some coffee?" she asked me, knowing that the answer would be yes. But I didn't even stop to think before a blurted out a shocking response.
"No thanks." I said, I was still scratching my head.
"OK, it'll be done in a- what?" she turned to face me, "Did you say no?" she asked shocked. I just stared at her.
"Oh," I said, "I guess I did. How strange."
"Is your head itchy," she asked me, "or are you just thinking too much?" I just then realized I was till scratching my head. I stopped and put my hand down.
"I think my brain is slow today... " I concluded. Ollie nodded.
"I think so."
I went to school as usual though, I felt different. I don't know, I felt... free. I wasn't acting as my usual self. I didn't want coffee, I was always deep in thought, and I ate like Tre does when he hasn't had food for three days.
What's happening to me?
"Fuck, I'm locked in!" I screamed to them.
"What you mean you're locked in?" Billie asked me.
"Mr. Wise guy over here caused the door to bail out and now the fucking lock is jammed, that's what I mean!" I yelled. I stood there just looking at the stall door, my hands in the air. This is unbelievable! I thought, just great! Man, talk about mood swings...
"Uh-oh," Tre started, "some one hasn't had their 'caffeine' today... "
"That's why he's sounding so pissed... " Billie said to himself.
"Hello?" I said yelled at the door, "I could use a little help here!"
"Ok, ok, uh... " Billie tried to think of something.
"Try to break down the door!" suggested Tre. I took a few steps back of the space I had and slammed myself into the door, hitting it with a loud bang and expecting it to fall over. Yah, right.
"OW!! Holy shit, fuck!" I shouted, I crinkled in the stall holding my right shoulder.
"Well, it was worth a try," Tre said from the other side, "Oh! I know! Crawl under the door!"
"Are you fucking kidding me? My head doesn't even fit through there!" I yelled at him.
"Climb into the next stall!" suggested Billie.
"Worth a try," I mumbled to myself. I stood on top of the toilet and grabbed the top of the stall wall, "God help me." I whispered, knowing it wasn't gonna be a soft landing.
I jumped off the toilet and I pulled myself up on the wall. The moment I did, I heard another metallic snap, I felt the wall wiggle. All the sudden, the stall wall fell forward and landed on top of the next stall's toilet. I screamed as I hit the toilet. I was still clenching the wall. A sighed after a moment of silence. That was close, I though. Then, just then, I heard a creek. I looked up and saw the next stall wall rip off its hinges and fall forward causing a chain reaction. Like dominoes all the stall walls fell. My jaw dropped as I stared in awe. And to top it off, the fame containing the stall doors, fell as well. Tre and Billie jumped out of the as it came crashing down towards them. I still lay there on top of the stall wall. I slowly looked towards Tre and Billie.
"Holy," started Billie.
"Crap!" finished Tre. I just stared at Billie, giving him a Who's-idea-was-this? Look.
"Hey, I knew this bathroom was old," Billie said in his defense.
"But we didn't know it was THAT old!" Tre finished, he was still staring in awe.
"Yah, well, how about we get outta here before someone sees us?" I said a little impatiently.
"Yah, good idea." Said Billie quickly, and the three of us ran out as fast as we could, trying not to be seen.
As soon as we were off school property we slowed down. I can't believe it! Now by tomorrow morning everyone in the school will know that someone trashed the boys' bathroom. Nice publicity, I though, well as long as nobody finds out who it was...
I looked down the road. I saw a girl walking down the sidewalk across the street. She had messy hair, all different shades of blonde, wearing a tight long sleeved black fishnet shirt over a black tank top. Her face was pale and she wore a ton of eyeliner. It was none other than our good friend Zil.
"Hey, girl with the hair!" I shouted across the street.
"Hey, guy with the eyes!" she shouted back without even looking across the street. She knew it was me.
She ran across the street and joined us. We hardly ever see her because neither of us has any classes with her. She had been our good friend since we entered high school. Zil, or Zilpha, is, well, different. She's punk, gothic and rocker all at the same time. Plus she has a special interest in witchcraft, she considers herself a witch, but whatever. She's a cool witch. Her skin is always pale, but not scary pale. She always wears a lot, and I do mean a lot, of eyeliner. Her hair always untamed in a good way I guess. She's a person who's not afraid to stand up for what she believes, and never gets pushed around, cause she's the boss. I kinda admire her for that. Besides the fact that she attempted suicide once, but I won't go there.
"Hey, I like your hair, Tre," she ruffed his hair, "it's so green."
"Oh, yah, I dyed it a couple days ago," tre said acting all proud, "doesn't it look sexy or what?"
"Very sexy." Zil agreed. Billie and I couldn't help but laugh. "What are you laughing about?" she asked.
"Oh, don't pay any attention to them," tre said like a preppy girl, again, " They're just jealous cause they don't have sexy green hair like me!" Billie and I laughed even harder.
"I don't get those two sometimes!" Tre said.
"Me neither!" Zil yelled in my face.
"Hey! Let's sing the baloney song!" Tre shouted. And before I knew it we were all arm in arm skipping down the side wide.
"Ok! I'll sing the sentence and you guys say the letters! Ok, ok, ok!!" Tre was definitely hyper as usual. Oh, well.
"Ohhhhhh, my boloney has a first name, it's," Tre started.
"O-S-C-A-R!!!!" we screamed.
"My boloney has a second name, it's,"
"M-A-Y-E-R!!!"
"Well, I love to eat it everyday and why? You ask well why I'll SAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!! Cuz Oscar Mayer has a way with,"
"B-O-L-O-G-N-A!!!!"
We all screamed and then burst into laughter, just as we jumped onto the lawn of a green painted beach kinda house, it always looks out of place in this neighbor hood. Now you know where she gets her ambition.
"Well, he's my stop boys!" she declared as she broke arms and kissed us good-bye. Did I mention she's a kiss fountain? She walked up to the house and as she did Tre called out,
"If we have any gigs soon, well ring yah!"
"Sure!" she yelled back, just she entered the house. Once the door closed, Billie crossed the street toward Tre's. Tre and I walked after.
We dropped Tre off at his house and then Billie and I walked home. We were silent all the way. Which felt a little awkward, because we both new we felt guilt for what had happened. In five minutes we reached Billie's house. No one was home as usual, and we walked down to the basement. Billie lit a joint and offered me one, but I shook my head.
"I'm not in the mood." I refused.
"But you're always in the mood." Billie said as he sat down next to me.
"Good things never last." I muttered to myself. I shook my head again and placed my head in my hands. "I'm sorry for saying that you two make my life worse," I apologized, "It's not true, I do need you guys." I sighed.
"It's alright," said Billie, "We were being real jackasses back there, I guess I didn't realize how important she was to you." He said trying to comfort me.
"Thanks."
The rest of the night, Billie I just hung out in the basement, playing and just fooling around. When everyone arrived from somewhere we were already passed out across the sofas. I guess they didn't wake us up, because I woke up on the sofa. I looked at clock clinging to the basement wall. It ticked 6:30. I yarned and stretched. Billie was still out, so I went into the kitchen to get a decent breakfast. Billie's mom, Ollie, greeted me.
"Hey, good morning mike, you sleep well?" she asked. She was making some coffee. I just nodded and rubbed my head. I was strangely quiet. I didn't have a hang over, which made sense cause I didn't drink last night, yet I didn't feel as cranky as I would be when I don't have my coffee. I sat down at the booth.
"You want some coffee?" she asked me, knowing that the answer would be yes. But I didn't even stop to think before a blurted out a shocking response.
"No thanks." I said, I was still scratching my head.
"OK, it'll be done in a- what?" she turned to face me, "Did you say no?" she asked shocked. I just stared at her.
"Oh," I said, "I guess I did. How strange."
"Is your head itchy," she asked me, "or are you just thinking too much?" I just then realized I was till scratching my head. I stopped and put my hand down.
"I think my brain is slow today... " I concluded. Ollie nodded.
"I think so."
I went to school as usual though, I felt different. I don't know, I felt... free. I wasn't acting as my usual self. I didn't want coffee, I was always deep in thought, and I ate like Tre does when he hasn't had food for three days.
What's happening to me?
