Good Morning Taru

A/N: The first chapter sucks, i know it does. But the story will get better i promise!

“Good morning Nagasaki district! And what a beautiful morning it is today. We’re heading for a top of twenty-three degrees today so all you people thinking about getting down to the bowl I highly recommend it. Alright, this morning I have the latest tunes from the fab duo Mister Miss, plus the new one from Stoned so stay tuned.”
The radio announcer finally drives me out of bed with his annoying dribble. I mean, if he’d been talking about anything besides the weather or perhaps been playing some music I could sleep in for another five minutes. But no, that wasn’t his way. He had to always go one and on about stupid things that drive me insane!
“Hey man, why are you up so early?” That’s my roommate, Daisuke. He’s a bum, but we’ve always been mates and probably always will. He’s older than me by two years, but I think I’m actually more grown up than he is. And me, well I’m just your run of the mill student with nothing better to do with his life then pass on the sins of the old. At least I like to think I do something that noble. Really I’m just waiting out my final years of school. It’s not like school is hard or anything, just really boring.
“Yo, are you listening to me?” Daisuke asks.
“Yeah I am, I have school today remember.” I reply.
“Huh, but isn’t it Thursday?”
“Yes.”
“So why are you going to school?”
“Uh Daisuke, I go to school every day of the week. Or did you forget about that?” I reply with a little anger in my voice. We live in the apartment above the record skull that daisuke’s grandpa owns. He’s Japanese so I guess that’s where the name Daisuke came from. I take note that our fridge is completely void of anything that slightly resembles food. There is some mould, but I decide I’d rather wait and see if intelligent life develops.
“You mean there’s school on Thursdays now!” Daisuke calls from his bedroom.
“Man, there’s always been school on Thursdays.” I reply, shutting the fridge and looking around the living room for my pants. Daisuke left school the first chance he got and never looked back as far as I know.
“Oh yeah, I used to go to school on Thursdays didn’t I!” Daisuke says.
“No you didn’t. You never showed up on Thursdays.” I say as I decide on my green cargo pants, as my beige pants aren’t clean. My entire wardrobe cons ofs of four different coloured pairs of cargo pants and five different coloured t-shirts. Oh and of course my ever faithful leather flip-flops. They have a broad band that goes across my foot and wooden soles that make a cool clicking noise when I walk. And I can wear them to school, seeing as our school has no real uniform.
“I wanna get some breakfast.”
And another cool thing is that my feet are always comfy.
“Are you coming?”
I really do like my flip…
“Hey Taru!”
“Huh?” I reply.
“Are you coming for breakfast?” Daisuke asks.
“Sure, why didn’t you say so, I’ll just grab my flip-flops.” I reply. And if I wear my flip-flops to school I don’t have to change shoes when I get to school.
Daisuke looks like he’s about to say something but then decides against it.
“Hurry up.” He says as he walks down the stairs. We live in an apartment above a music store that Daisuke’s grandpa owns. The guy is all right, but I never seem to see him around when the store isn’t open. But that’s a bonus in a way, and the rent is cheap. I don’t think Daisuke pays any rent. My dad kicked me out of the house last year.
“Billy, you should go out and get a job.” Was what he said. He wanted to call me Billy but mum called me Kataru. I don’t know why mum couldn’t call me a regular name, I guess she must have taken some serious painkillers or something. He seems to forget that I’m still at school. He doesn’t remember much except how to make bread for the bakery. He runs a bakery by the way. Anyway, mum used to do all the thinking for him.
“Where are we goin?” I ask as walk down into the store. Daisuke puts down the CD he’s reading the back of and seems to think for a minute.
“The usual.” I nod, that means the burger chain down the road.
“Can you boys pick me up some coffee beans?”
“So what you gotta do today?” Daisuke asks.
“Hello?”
“A little bit of everything, and a lot of math.” I rely lookiown own at my beloved flip-flops.
“Is anybody listening to me?”
“Man I am starving.” I say.
“Am I mute or something?”
“Me too.” Daisuke replies. I suddenly think I can hear an old man calling out, but dismiss it. No sane person would be up at seven o’clock in the morning!

We know the girl who works behind the counter at the burger chain by name. By the way, her name is Teri. I guess you could say she’s pretty hot, or even go as far as to say she’s fine. So I can’t figure out why she works at a burger chain and not as a secretary or something where nice legs can get you what you want. She left school at the same time as Daisuke. If you ask me they’re both pretty stupid.
“Morning Teri.” Daisuke calls as we enter the store. She looks over the shoulder of the person she’s serving and waves enthusiastically at us. Said person seems to get annoyed at being ignored and Teri has to apologize. But it was her fault.
“How you doin guys?” She asks as we walk up to the counter.
“Not bad Teri.” I reply.
“The usual?” She asks.
“Sounds good.” Daisuke says. In truth, we’ve had nothing but mould and soda in our fridge for two and a-half years.
“Here you go then.” Teri says as she produces to Styrofoam boxes from a bay-marry behind her.
“Thankyou.” I say as I drop some change on the counter and Daisuke and me find ourselves a table.
“So you found a new job yet?” I ask Daisuke.
“Actually, I’m starting work at the mini-golf centre today.” Daisuke says with a smile.
“Nice.” I reply.
“Yeah I thought so.” Daisuke says while looking up at the painton ton the wall. It’s of four kids playing happily on a swing-set.
“So what have you boys got planned for today?” Teri asks as she comes over and sits in the seat next to Daisuke. I must be the only one alive who can see how much she likes him. Sometimes I feel sorry for her, seeing as Daisuke is so thick sometimes.
“School.” I reply before taking another large bite of my burger.
“Work.” Daisuke says as he finishes his orange juice and takes a swig out of mine.
“Man, you guys are so boring.” Teri complains.
“Hey wait a minute. Shouldn’t you be working as well?” I ask. Teri suddenly looks guilty and stands back up.
“You don’t have to be so mean.” She says, poking out her tongue. “See ya Daisuke.”
The big idiot waves absentmindedly as he finishes my orange juice and begins to eye off my burger.
“Oh no, that’s mine!” I say as I finish my breakfast in one mouthful. “Oh jeez, I gotta get home and get ready for school!” I cry with a mouth full of burger.
Daisuke waves to me from his seat as I charge off back to our apartment. I quickly run in the door and grab my electric guitar and books off the coffee table. Although you couldn’t really call it a coffee table, more of a junk table. By the way, I love my guitar. It goes everywhere on my back, despite being mildly heavy. But the best thing is it sounds really great even without an amp. Not to mention it looks cool.
And without any further thought I rush down the stairs and out the front door. If I was lucky, today would be the ne day that the train decided to run late. Or else I was going to be very late for school. If you can imagine a map of where I live, the train cuts virtually from my house to the school. But unfortunately it’s almost four blocks to the station because there is this stupid wire fence between the record store and the station. I really hate that fence. Sometimes I fantasise about getting a pair of bolt-cutters and just cutting it down. But to do that I’d need some bolt-cutters, and then I’d have to sneak out, and that could involve…
I take off running in the direction of the bridge. If I’m lucky, the tide would be high and I could jump from the bridge down to the floating jetty and from there run to the station. But the tide wasn’t high; in fact there is no water in the river at all.
“Of all the…” I mutter. And then I start running again, my guitar beating an indent into my back. While the black and yellow instrument may be heavy, it represents who I am. Not to mention it looks cool.

I get to the station with not a moment to spare as the train lets out a long high pitched wail. I guess that was its attempt at a whistle. Hopefully there are no security guards on this train, or I’m off as soon as they find out I don’t have a ticket. I could always try the excuse that if the train left a little later I would have time to buy a ticket. But no one would ever accept that. So I concede that if I see a guard I get off at the next stop. Late for school or not, I can’t afford to pay the fine. After all, Dad kicked me out of the house until I get a job. And he still insists on calling me Billy. Ever since mum left he hasn’t been the same. I mean, he was always demented and immature. But now he’s just plain weird.
“Well, I see you’re early as ever.” Someone says from behind me. I consider not turning around, just ignoring the voice. But I know the owner of it would never allow that.
“Madame President.” I say sarcastically.
“Well aren’t you in a great mood.” She replies. Actually I was in quite a good mood before you were in my life again, I think. The class President has always been in my class, always caught the same train as me, even when I moved she moved to! And most of all, she’s always been in my face. It’s not all bad though, she has killer legs. I love those legs. Haruko’s mum is Japanese, hence the name. But Haruko doesn’t look like she’s Japanese; I guess she takes after her dad. It’s kind of cool though, her name means spring child. I wish my name was that cool. As cool as those legs are sexy…
“Hello, are you listening to me?” She asks.
“Yeah, I’m listening Haruko.” I reply.
“Good, because it’s your turn to do cleaning duty this afternoon Kataru.”
She’s the only person in the world that gets away with calling me Kataru. Probably because she’s the only person who I won’t deck for saying it. I meane ise is a girl. Not to mention she’ll squeal to everyone she can. I could always ask Daisuke, but he won’t hit girls either.
“Hey! You’re not listening again!” She yells. I turn around and glare at her. And do you know what the most annoying thing about this girl is? She’s in the school band with me. That means I have to spend every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon playing music with her. And she is such a tight ass; all we ever get to play is absolute shite that nobody likes.
“Kataru! Will you stop ignoring me?!” She yells at me.
“You’re making a scene.” I mutter as I sit down on a newly evacuated seat.
“You’re impossible.” She mutters.
“You love it.” I reply as I pull my guitar off my back and slouch back in the chair. I know that’ll piss her off and quite frankly, I hope she reacts. I need to work off some steam thanks to thamn amn fence. Not to mention that bloody useless river.
“Tickets please.” I hear a guard call. A quick glance at the passing scenery tells me that I’m still one stop from the one outside school. Oh well, only one thing for it.
I jump and sling my guitar over my back again.
“See you at school Haruko.” I call as the door opens and the guard finally catches on to what’s going on.
“Hey you! Stop right there!” he calls. But it’s no good; he’ll never catch me. I hear Haruko call something about my being irresponsible, but I don’t care. She can go jump for all I care. Now all I have to do is run the 2 kilometres to school in eight minutes with a guitar and my books. No problem.

I arrive at school and just run in through the gates as the deputy principal is closing them. But this means that home period has already begun, so my run continues through the halls of the school, much to the abject horror of the hall monitor I run past.
As I enter the classroom just as Haruko says the “…sit down,” part of her morning address. I move with super-human speed and sit down in my chair just as the teacher turns around and smiles warmly at the class. The teacher is so hot. I mean, she’s just out of college, has great legs, a fabulous rack and the most lovely warm face I’ve ever seen on a teacher.
“Well good morning Taru, I’m glad to see you could make it.” She says. Her voice isn’t scolding though. Not that I would mind being punished by this teacher.
“Sorry Miss.” I say, rubbing the back of my head.
“That’s alright, I just hope you’ll be more punctual next time.” She says.
I’m reminded of a certain fence, but choose to quell my rage. Now is not the time to express my distaste for that stupid piece of wire mesh. And as I turn my brain off and settle into another boring home room period, I choose to ignore the filthy look I receive from Haruko, and throw back the paper ball that hits me in the back of the head.

Recess comes faster than I expect. It was almost like math had never happened. At this point I am woken by a swift blow to the back of my head.
“Ouch!” I exclaim.
“Kataru, would you like to solve the problem on the board for us, or is it to boring for you?”
I stare blankly at the math teacher for a moment before realising I must have fallen asleep. I vow to never let Daisuke have friends over again; my head simply can’t take the the whacks from the teacher’s ruler.
“No problem sir.” I reply. I look at the board a moment longer before standing up, walking to the front of the class and taking the marker from the teacher. “Six to the power of x plus one.” I say as I write on the board.
“You’re lucky you’re smart.” The old teacher says. “But if I ever catch you asleep in my class again, I’ll be calling your father.”
I try not to laugh at the thought of the old teacher talking to my dad and am saved by the bell as it covers my mad cackling from behind my math book.
“Make sure you read pages two hundred and six and two hundred and seven for tomorrow.” The teacher calls after the rapidly moving class.
“You’re insane.” Robby says. He’s one of my best mates besides Daisuke.
“I reckon.” Simmo adds. Between the three of us, I think we manage to do enough stupid things to turn the faculty grey with stress. Except for Miss Ayamaru, she is so hot. Not to mention she’s my homeroom teacher. I am so lucky.
I love my flip-flops.
“Yo, you listenin’” Simmo asks.
“Nah.” I reply. Simmo punches me in the arm for my trouble.
“Come on, I think some lousy first years have laid claim to our tree.” Robby says as we walk off with our bags slung over our shoulders. The incident in maths class is already forgotten.

I take little satisfaction in scaring the first years off the branches we sit on every day.
It seems nothing can distract me from my bad morning. Even as I rip the wrapper of my chocolate bar, I’m thinking about where I can get a pair of bolt cutters.
“Damn, try again.” I mutter as I toss the wrapper in the bin. I usually win a free bar, but it seems today is not my day.
“Hey Taru, penny for your thoughts?” Robby asks. He really is a great guy, always so worried about how Simmo and I are doing.
“I hate wire fences.” I mutter.
“Eh, what you talking about?” He replies.
“Never mind.”
I laugh, and I almost fall off my branch in the process.

The rest of the day passes with little to no drama. Our society and environment teacher lost the plot and started jabbering to herself, but other than that…
So now I sit in the music hall tuning my guitar. I love my guitar, almost as much as I love my flip-flops. Wait, I love my guitar more.
My thoughts are interrupted though as Haruko opehe dhe door noisily and walks in, violin in hand. The other member of the school band who bothered to show up, Jimmy I think his name is, waves to her and she nods back. I don’t make any noticeable move and choose to strum loudly on my guitar instead.
“Is this it?” Haruko asks, tapping her foot in anger.
“Yep.” I reply.
“Where’s everyone else?” She asks.
“At home.” I reply, strumming on my guitar again.
“And why aren’t they here?” Haruko asks. She is starting to annoy me, but I won’t give her the satisfaction of knowing it.
“Because home rules.” I say.
“Hmph, this won’t go unchecked.” She complains.
“Give it a rest and play.” I say as I lead into a long guitar solo. Jim joins in several moments later and we go into a reasonable rendition of a song from the seventies. Haruko frowns, taps her foot and then stamps on mine, my foot that is. I stop playing and yelp in pain.
“What d’ya do that for!” I cry. It really hurt, and her hard soled shoes versus my flip-flops means maximum pain. She has great legs though, I note as her skirt floats a little higher than usual. It suddenly occurs to me that something is different about our beloved class president.
“Those are new shoes,” I say, I know because she stomps on my foot a lot. “And that’s a new skirt.” I know this because she has great legs.
“How observant of you.” She says. I know she is really quite surprised. I know so much! “But you won’t get out of practice with flattery or by changing the subject.”
“Is anyone else hungry?” I ask.
“What did I just say?!” She cries.
“I could go a hamburger right now.” Jimmy says.
“Let’s go then.” I say as I unplug my guitar from the amplifier and Jimmy and I leave the hall. And more importantly we leave the fuming Haruko far behind as we run in fear out of the schoolyard.
Really, we aren’t being that mean. It’s not like we can really practice with so few members present. It’s just not worth it. I really hate band practice some times. Almost as much as I hate a certain fence!

Jimmy and I grab a burger each at the local burger chain before we go our separate ways. I know he lives on the other side of town and has to catch a train at something stupid like six in the morning. So for that reason among others we say goodbye and I make my way home via the river. I like to walk home along the canal that passes for our town’s river and kick rocks into the water.
“Hey Taru!” A feminine voice calls. Sadly I know the voice, and I also know she’s going to want a bite of my burger. That’s the main reason I feel sad that I know the voice, especially seeing how hungry I am. “How ya doin?” The voice calls.
Suddenly a pair of arms drapes themselves over my shoulders.
“Hey Mimi.” I say monotonously as she drags me a stop. I guess I’ve known Mimi forever, or at least it seems that way. She has the most incredibly deep blue eyes I’ve ever seen, which is why it’s kind of hard not to look at her. She’s in senior high, second year, but she’s pretty immature for her age, not to mention that she doesn’t look any older than me aside from being an inch taller. There are other things that make her a bit… different though.
“How are ya you little cutey.” She says, rubbing her hands up and down my chest.
“Why are you doing that?” I ask monotonously. This is why I think Mimi is weird. I don’t mind being her friend, but when she goes all like this, which happens to be most of the time…
“Awh, you know you like it.” She says as she bites me hard on the neck.
“Argh jeez! What d’ya do that for?!” I exclaim.
“Awh, you’re so cute when you’re mad, you just look so delicious” Mimi says as she disentangles her arms and walks around in front of me. She bends over and looks at me with those incredibly deep eyes. I know she’s reallyng tng this because she wants me to look at her cleavage, and it almost works.
“Don’t do that.” I moan.
“Do what?” She asks innocently. She knows all to well what I mean, and that’s why she’s bending over further.
“You know what.” I mutter.
“Oh you’re such a kid.” She laughs as she tackles me to the ground. We both just lay there for a long time before either of us says anything. “Hey Taru, why do you come here every day?” Mimi asks. I pull my guitar out from under me and lay it down gently.
“Really?” I reply. She nods. “I dunno.”
“That’s not a very good answer.” Mimi complains.
“It’s the truth.” I reply.
“Really?” She asks. It’s my turn to nod.
“I like you Taru, you’re honest with me.” Mimi adds.
“Well honesty never got anyone anywhere.” I say as I sit up and stare into the dry canal. I hate that canal, almost as much as I hate a certain…
“But it works for you cutey.” Mimi says as she kisses me.
“You taste like cigarettes.” I say.
“Mmm, and you taste like hamburger.” She says as she takes the burger I’m still holding and takes a bite from it. “See you tomorrow Taru.” She calls over her shoulder as she runs off along canal bank. I’m left sitting here, wondering what the he’ll I’m doing here after all.

When I get home that night, Daisuke is sitting on the couch, a smoke in hand.
“I thought I asked you not to do that in here?” I scold as I set my books and guitar down. I’m not about to get on Daisuke’s case if he wants to smoke, but he can do it elsewhere.
“Oh yeah, sorry.” He says.
“It’s cool. Anyway, what’s for dinner?” I ask. Mucke wke we do for breakfast, Daisuke and I always go out for dinner. I mean it’s not like we have any food in the house.
“I was thinking a pub meal.” Daisuke replies. That means we meet up with part of the ‘Golden Heroes’ and all eat steak sandwiches and drink coke until we can’t move. I should probably mention that Daisuke and I are members of a one hundred and twenty man strong scooter gang. In fact, Daisuke was recently appointed the leader on a count of the fact that the old leader moved inter-state.
We don’t do much as a whole gang, but groups of us meet regularly and do thinike ike eat steak sandwiches and drink coke until we’re to full to move.
“Sounds good.” I say as I dump my guitar and my books onto the other armchair and walk into the bathroom. I will have a shower when I come home, but for now I still need to do something with my hair. But of course things never go my way.
“Daisuke, where is all the hair wax!” I call. I hear ruffling from the other room.
“You mean a small blue pot with “Maximillion’ written on the side?” He asks. I know he has it in his hand, and I also know he knows that I know he has it in his hand. That’s the whole reason he said what he said, just so I would know.
“That’s the one.” I say. My tone has lowered from normal to exasperated. Daisuke is so frustrating sometimes, not unlike a certain wire fence…
“Oh, okay.” Daisuke replies. I stand in silence for a moment but then I realise something is amiss. “Well can you bring it here then?!” I yell.
“Oh! Yeah, sure buddy.” Daisuke says as he waltzes into the bathroom and slaps the small blue container in my hand. “There you go.” He says with a smile.
“Thank you.” I say curtly.
“No prob.” He replies.
“Oh by the way Daisuke,” I add as he turns to leave.
“Yo?” He replies.
“Do you know where I can get hold of a pair of bolt cutters?”

We arrive at the pub at half past seven and I’m so hungry I think I could eat at least three steak sandwiches. But it’s not time to eat yet as we park our scooters next to the long row of already parked vehicles. They range from scrappy looking antiques to the latest in scooter technology. I don’t like to judge people but I think my scooter has the most style. In fact, I like my scooter almost as much as I like my flip-flops! But not as much as I like my guitar, which had to be left at home on account of the fact that the manager of the bar considers it a weapon and wouldn’t let me in with it. The manger is a man named Steve, who is all right most of the time, except it it comes to fights. To give him the proper dues, there have been four fights here in the past three months. But hey, it isn’t our fault if people like to pick fights with the ‘Golden Heroes’.

As we sit down around the large table, I once again feel slightly outclassed by the people I’m surrounded by. They are all older than me, ranging from second year seniors to guys in college already. But then again, I’ve been a member for a couple of years now and I’m pretty confident that all these guys are on the right side of the law. Except Daisuke, I think he has a few unpaid parking fines. And besides, how much trouble can I possibly get myself into?
“Hey, how’s it goin my little man?” Someone calls from down the other end of the table. Daisuke and I wave to everyone as we sit down and it’s not long before the first round of cokes appears and we all get stuck into important business, such as who has got with who and what new insults we can call each other. After about twenty minutes of arguing about whether or not beanies mean you’re tough dinner arrives. It takes the entire waiting staff to carry all the meals out, much to the annoyance of the other patrons.
“Okay calm down everyone, before we eat let’s take a moment to remember those less fortunate than us.” Daisuke says.
“You kidding Daisuke?” Someone calls out. Everyone laughs and Daisuke just shakes his head before we all get stuck in.

Dinner continues in much the same manner until about half past eight, when something catches the edge of my hearing. Someone two tables away, and I know Daisuke can hear it as well, judging by the way he’s stops shovelling food into his face so suddenly. It’s an interesting thing to watch, the way Daisuke reacts to what people say. I get a strange feeling, and it’s not indigestion. Something is screaming at me that the shit’s about to hit the fan.
“… and I just don’t think they should be able to waltz in here and act so tough.”
I feel the rage build in Daisuke as he hears that statement.
“Golden Heroes my ass, remember back when we were in our gang.” Someone adds.
“Yeah, boy were we a sight.” The first voice answers.
“But we still had honour.”
“Here here.”
“Unlike today’s students, no values.” I feel the table move assukesuke puts his glass down very firmly. I know there is just one more thing that will push him too far, one little word.
“But it’s not just these people, it’s the youth of today. They’re all just a bunch of trash.”
And it was on.

Within a split second Daisuke was up out of his chair and he had the other man by the shirt front.
”And just what would you know about us!” He yells in the man’s face. The Golden Heroes are on their feet suddenly with everything from pool cues to their fists at the ready. I stand too and try in vain to pull Daisuke off the man.
“You heard me good and well. And to make matters worse, you’re just proving my point.” The man says distastefully as he pulls Daisuke’s hands off him.
“And who are you to judge?” Daisuke asks sarcastically.
“I am the voice of reason, the voice of all the people you harass with your trashy behaviour.” Before the man can say anything more Daisuke sends him over the table with a strong punch to his guts. One of the man’s friends is quick to move but before he can do anything someone throws me a cue cue and I break it over his head. He falls to the ground in a heap but others stand up to take his place. Within seconds the whole bar is turned into one big brawl as our small gang seems to take on everyone at once. I duck under someone’s fist and punch him in the crotch before I make my way towards the door. Suddenly cop sirens wail in the distance and everyone stops fighting for a half a second.
“Time to go!” I call to Daisuke. He gets the message and breaks one last bottle over someone’s head before rushing towards the doorway.
“Cheese it!’ Daisuke calls. The other members of our gang quickly join us at the door; leaving behind them more than a few very sore people. But as the sirens get closer we take our chance and jump on our scooters.
“That was fun, same time next week.” Someone called as we all went our separate ways. And I agree with his comments as Daisuke and I scoot off towards our apartment, it’s always good fun to meet up with everyone.

Later that night, after my long awaited shower, I take the hidden staircase up to the roof of our apartment and join Daisuke. He’s sitting looking out over the cityscape with what I guess you would call a calm look on his face.
“Whatcha doin?” I ask.
“ow.”ow.” He says pointing across the road at something I can’t quite see.
“Anything interesting?” I ask as I crack open the can of coke I have in my hand.
“The soccer was on but he changed the channel.” Daisuke replies.
“Oh.” I say between sips. Daisuke and I don’t own a TV… we’re too poor. And really, we wouldn’t watch it even if we had one. “So how was work?”
“Got fired.” He replies nonchalantly.
“What? How can you get fired in one day from a mini-golf store?”
Daisuke shrugged and kicked a small piece of cement off the roof.
“And what happened in your life today Taru?” Dae ase asks, having obviously lost interest in the TV.
“Not much; walked out of band practice.” I say.
“Why?” he asks.
“No one but me, Jimmy and Haruko turned up.” I reply, feeling slightly bitter for some reason.
“Haruko… she’s the one with the killer legs right?” He asks.
“That’s her.” I reply.
“Cool, anything else?”
“Well… saw Mimi but that’s about it.” I say as I finish my coke.
“That is one twisted girl.”
“Lay off.”
“But she is.”
“Yeah well…”
“Anyway, I’m going to bed, night.”
“Night.” I reply. And as I sit on the roof, I decide that what I have going is all right. Especially considering what it would be like if I lived with my dad. But just to make sure I have no more deep thoughts, I decide to get in bed and turn my disc man up loud until I’m blasted to sleep… or my batteries run out. Must buy some more batteries… and a pair of bolt cutters.