You know what’s interesting. Cloud shapes. Cloud shapes and water
puddles.
I think someone put redbull in my coffee this morning. That’s how I ended
up at the wretched bar. Geez. Everything happens for a reason though, doesn’t
it.
Voyeurs do that sometimes. They have a keen undertaking into a world
they don’t really want. It outs them, puts them on the precipice of discovery
but never really being enough to push them over that edge.
I like my coffee black, 2 sugars, no milk. I’m a purist.
Being on the outside does give me one thing.
It gives me a story to tell.
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“You’re ridiculously late today”
“Come on, you
can’t be that mad”
James smiled. Every time he looked
at Michael, he was reminded of a younger version of himself. No lines, trendy
hair cut. Now his face was lined with the memories of yesteryear. He felt old.
“How’s the prep for school coming
along?”
“You know me, I pack one suitcase
I’m done. Apparently though mom thinks I need a lot more. I caught her sneaking
bleach laced laundry tablets. How the hell am I supposed to know how to use
bleach laced laundry tablets?”
“Don’t put them with your coloured
clothes?”
“Huh??”
James laughed. He remembered the day
he first went off to college. Michael was only ten, all he knew was big brother
was off somewhere. Some big new special place that he needed a whole car packed
with things for.
"Don't phone mum when you need the cash for new clothes."
"Funny. What's cracking my big brother?"
"Nothing, I figured I'd try to catch you before you become a big college man."
"Nothing, I figured I'd try to catch you before you become a big college man."
"Can't believe I made it man! You reckon college can survive me?"
"Might have to widen some of those doors to let that big head of yours enter."
"Very funny."
Michael signalled the bartender.
"Might have to widen some of those doors to let that big head of yours enter."
"Very funny."
Michael signalled the bartender.
“I’ve been thinking of going back to
grad school.”
“Again?? Don’t you have like a
hundred masters by now?”
“How’d you get into college again?
Your maths estimation is horrible!”
“I think it was purely on my good
looks, you know the drill.”
“College admission officers must be
blind then.”
Micheal scowled. He remembered
wanting to go to college ever since he saw James wore his first college
sweatshirt. He was so excited when he got his college admissions letter.
“What are you looking forward to the
most?”
“You want the college admissions
answer or the actual one?”
“I want the “brother” answer.”
Micheal thought for a moment. He
twirled his glass, especially the last ice pieves. He loved those bits.
“I guess it’s just the people. The
ones that come from all over, the crazy ones, the misfits. I’m excited to meet
the world, as cheesy as it sounds.”
“And the girls?”
“That goes without saying. I mean
come on, college girls. That has GOT to be a step up.”
“What about Amanda?”
That made Micheal pause. He hadn’t
told James yet.
“We broke up.”
“ What happened?”
“School happened.”
Truth was Micheal was really hurt.
She felt like the right one. The one that fit him like a glove. But the both
decided that maintaining a relationship was going to be hard since they were on
opposite ends of the coast. So they broke up.
“Bummer.”
“That doesn’t even begin to describe
it.”
“So, what KIND of girl do you want?”
“If I say big boobs and cute ass
does that get me a beating?”
“It gets you a stern stare.”
Micheal and James looked around the
room. Down to the left of a bar there were a bunch of girls, definitely pre-
drinking for a night out. Short skirts,
fun tops, loads of glitter everyewhere. They were loud and they were proud.
COFFEE DRINKERS NOTE: THOSE GIRLS WERE RIDICULOUSLY LOUD.
Near the door there were a bunch of
kids playing pool. On one table, there were 3 girls, 2 guys. Definitely more
then a regular pool lesson going on there.
On the other table there was another
girl with a few guys. She was bespectacled, wearing jeans and a sweater.
Practical in the weather. Talking about the game on television pushing and
shoving like she was one of the guys.
James noticed the one with the
glasses. Michael on the other hand was glued to the other girls, the ones down
the bar.
“Probably those girls over there.
They don’t want much, just a good night out. I can’t handle anything more
serious then that.”
“What about her?” James pointed at
the girl in the glasses.
“Oh yeah. She’s kinda cute.”
“Not the kind you’d go for?”
“No I’m not saying that, I’m just
saying she’s kinda cute.”
“What are you really thinking?”
Michael stopped for a second, he
actually wasn’t sure. Truth be told she was really pretty but you wouldn’t
notice at first. She had a friendly smile, she had gorgeous hair that was all
messed up. She had an easy time making the people around her feel at ease yet
not one of them seemed genuinely interested in her. He guessed that there must
be something wrong with her or something.
“I don’t know man. She seems nice
enough but I’d rather just find someone to have a good time with.”
“You mean like college air heads
over there?”
James looked at his glass, deep in
thought. Michael watched his big brother, feeling a little uncomfortable. He
knew they could talk about anything but in all honesty, he was feeling a little
guilty for not picking girl in glasses first. It’s not that he didn’t mean too.
It’s just that she wasn’t his first choice right now.
James took a deep breathe.
“Take that girl. No just one minute look at
her. She's the nice one, the girl next door. She's there ready to offer a
smile, a kind word and hugs. Her hugs could probably cure cancer. Doesn't hurt
that she's gorgeous to.
Let me tell you, she's miserable.
I've seen her kind before, the kind
that acknowledge they aren't perfect. The saddest thing is that when she does,
people find those cracks to. I'm betting you anything she's been shot down more
then once because she wanted something and the reason she can't get it is her
own fault. Girls like that don't last very long. They are the people that fade
into the background because when they put themselves out there, when they
acknowledge their imperfect, people cannot take her in anyway seriously any
more. There's only so much the human tolerance allows you. And that's why she's
miserable.
She'll smile anyway, because at the
end of the day, we can't be anybody else but ourselves can we."
Micheal finished his drink, unsure
what to say. James looked at him, smiling.
“Come on, lets see if you can get
one of the airheads to give you her number.”
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Girl next door huh? I think I see a
future in that somehow.
Fyi, Bar’s have horrible coffee. But
they have beautiful stories, if you’re willing to look.
Someday, I will look through it
again, but right now, I need to stop seeing sounds.
It’s creeping me out.
