Gorgeous (Mike's story), chapter 7
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"Hey," Annie sat down next to Zil in the backseat with us.
"Hey," Both Zil and I said.
"We're going surfing," I told her.
"Really? Awesome! I used to go surfing a lot when I lived down there by the beach."
"Really? You know how to surf?" asked Zil asked bewildered.
"Yeah, I have some friends who work at the shack. I haven't seen them in ages." I realized Annie wasn't even looking at me. She seemed in an only her and Zil conversation. I couldn't help but feel that Zil was giving me the cold shoulder.
"Well, I hope those macho surfer dudes aren't there..." Billie muttered.
"Oh no, not those losers!" I complained.
"Yeah, they think they're so great and so good looking and you suck! Bla bla bla..." Zil said disgusted.
"They think all Punks are garbage shit bags!" Tre said angrily.
"Oh yeah I remember those guys..." Annie said.
"And we still kick their asses at surfing!" Zil yelled proudly.
"That's the best part," I added, hoping to get a response, but instead Zil turned to Annie.
"What's your friends' name?"
"Lynetta and Clydette."
"Oh, I know Lynetta! She's my friend too!"
"Really? Cool!"
I was staring to feel bad. Really bad.
"Is Clydette the one at the register?" Zil asked her.
"Yeah."
Zil gave a face.
"What?" Annie said seeing her expression.
"She always gives us dirty looks, especially Zil," I told her, still trying to get Zil to say something to me. It didn't work.
"She always gives me dirty looks," Zilpha said quietly rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, she can be like that sometimes. She wasn't too happy when she found out I was a rocker. But she said I was still her good friend," Annie fumbled with her rings.
"She didn't know you were punk?"
"No, I'd only see her at the beach and I never really dressed as I normally would, cause it' the beach!" she explained, "We became good friends and the day we met at the mall she was a little taken a back."
"If she doesn't like you for who you are, then she's not a real friend," Tre said, hanging over the passenger seat.
"She doesn't mind anymore, but she doesn't give the same exception for others. You see, she thought all punks were the same and then I came along showing her that they weren't, or bad influenced and everything else she thought was true, but," she paused, "She doesn't give anyone else a chance, which is a really a shame. She'd make more friends. And realize how nice people are."
"If she didn't discriminate us," I said bitterly.
"Well, she's gonna flip when she sees you with us then," Billie told her.
"Don't worry, I'll try to talk some sense into her," Annie assured.
"You better," Zil warned her, "If not, we're gonna have problems."
The rest of the trip we turned on the radio and sang some songs and hit the bumpy road, which really turned my stomach. Not only was it the road, but also it was Zil. She gave me the cold shoulder all the way. She didn't speak to me, mention me, she didn't even look at me. As if I was invisible. As if I wasn't there at all. I didn't like feeling left out. Yet I knew Zil was mad at me. All I did was ask a simple question. You know, just a little misunderstanding. Couldn't she forgive me? Just once?
"Hey," Both Zil and I said.
"We're going surfing," I told her.
"Really? Awesome! I used to go surfing a lot when I lived down there by the beach."
"Really? You know how to surf?" asked Zil asked bewildered.
"Yeah, I have some friends who work at the shack. I haven't seen them in ages." I realized Annie wasn't even looking at me. She seemed in an only her and Zil conversation. I couldn't help but feel that Zil was giving me the cold shoulder.
"Well, I hope those macho surfer dudes aren't there..." Billie muttered.
"Oh no, not those losers!" I complained.
"Yeah, they think they're so great and so good looking and you suck! Bla bla bla..." Zil said disgusted.
"They think all Punks are garbage shit bags!" Tre said angrily.
"Oh yeah I remember those guys..." Annie said.
"And we still kick their asses at surfing!" Zil yelled proudly.
"That's the best part," I added, hoping to get a response, but instead Zil turned to Annie.
"What's your friends' name?"
"Lynetta and Clydette."
"Oh, I know Lynetta! She's my friend too!"
"Really? Cool!"
I was staring to feel bad. Really bad.
"Is Clydette the one at the register?" Zil asked her.
"Yeah."
Zil gave a face.
"What?" Annie said seeing her expression.
"She always gives us dirty looks, especially Zil," I told her, still trying to get Zil to say something to me. It didn't work.
"She always gives me dirty looks," Zilpha said quietly rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, she can be like that sometimes. She wasn't too happy when she found out I was a rocker. But she said I was still her good friend," Annie fumbled with her rings.
"She didn't know you were punk?"
"No, I'd only see her at the beach and I never really dressed as I normally would, cause it' the beach!" she explained, "We became good friends and the day we met at the mall she was a little taken a back."
"If she doesn't like you for who you are, then she's not a real friend," Tre said, hanging over the passenger seat.
"She doesn't mind anymore, but she doesn't give the same exception for others. You see, she thought all punks were the same and then I came along showing her that they weren't, or bad influenced and everything else she thought was true, but," she paused, "She doesn't give anyone else a chance, which is a really a shame. She'd make more friends. And realize how nice people are."
"If she didn't discriminate us," I said bitterly.
"Well, she's gonna flip when she sees you with us then," Billie told her.
"Don't worry, I'll try to talk some sense into her," Annie assured.
"You better," Zil warned her, "If not, we're gonna have problems."
The rest of the trip we turned on the radio and sang some songs and hit the bumpy road, which really turned my stomach. Not only was it the road, but also it was Zil. She gave me the cold shoulder all the way. She didn't speak to me, mention me, she didn't even look at me. As if I was invisible. As if I wasn't there at all. I didn't like feeling left out. Yet I knew Zil was mad at me. All I did was ask a simple question. You know, just a little misunderstanding. Couldn't she forgive me? Just once?
