Rose and the Arcade
I arrived at Paul's door-step.
"Paul, I need drugs" I demanded.
"I thought you werent doing drugs anymore ...." Paul responded.
"They're for Rose. I need to get her high." I responded.
"I only have ____ "
"Give it!" Rose wouldn't do any hard drugs anyway, so vellocet was perfect.
Rose, Rose, Rose! I was delighted by the prospect of seeing Rose again, as I invited her to the arcade with me, with which she replied via text, "Sounds lame, but fine" Perfect!
I picked Rose up, and to my surprise she had dolled up a bit; caking up around her lips, shadowing her eyes, making pretty of her cheeks - those round-ish chipmunk cheeks - Oh! Great heavens that she should smile and form the apple of her round-ish face, red with blush. Rose and I smoked in my car for about ten minutes before heading inside the arcade. The idea was to get as high as possible before we ventured into the arcade, and with my supplemental concoction of ginseng, S-adenosylmethionine and wellbutrin, my high became an invigorating, slightly paranoid affair. Rose, however, was always one to relax and mellow out, dazed and sweet-tempered, I felt that she was in my palm.
"So waccha been doing lately?" I asked Rose.
"Im moving on campus next semester." Rose replied.
"What happened to your apartment?"
"I moved out, Mark. I thought I told you? I moved in with Josh and some other kid ..."
"Oh.." I replied. "You like it?" Rose shrugged.
"Made me think, is all." I stopped questioning there, knowing Rose did not like to go into details as far as her relationship with Josh with me.
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We entered the arcade, and for the next hour we had a blast!
"Holy shit, Im so fucking high .... " Rose said as she smoked too much. We both felt as if the entire populace of rotten kids, teens and their mothers knew we were high, and in the way we were behaving perhaps some of them caught on. I kept getting confused about my spatial relationships and couldnt coordinate where I was in the larger perspective of the confusing, loud children-infested arcade. Mean-while, Rose was becoming flustered, "Too many lights and sounds! Guys dont fucking give up!"
We played air-hockey.
"This isnt fair!" I yelled as Rose was beating me. "Your boobs are distracting me!" Rose then took the time to put on her sexy face and push both of her beautiful breasts up, maximizing her cleavage. Welp! I lost.
Next was whack-a-mole!
"Whack it, Rose!" I ordered. She was awful.
"I cant concentrate!" Rose replied flustered. And each-time she whacked her boobs went boing-boing-boing.
"Rose, you're terrible at this ...."
"Shut up!" She smiled and tried to hit me with her cushion-mallet.
The best part of the night? We acted completely in-sync of being in a relationship; boyfriend and girlfriend, there wasn't any doubt from any of the children, teens, parents that were there that we were not a couple. It was the best night I had that I could remember in a long time.
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I drove Rose back to her car after we left. She was in a good mood, changing my radio stations in the car to garbage music and singing along. We parked to say good-bye.
"So! Did you have fun?" I asked.
"Ya, ya ... It was nice being the air-hockey queen, I guess." Rose replied. We sat there talking for a good ten minutes in the best conversation I have had in a while; mostly about her - Rose loves talking about herself.
"Maybe we can do it again some other time .... " Oh, boy .... and here it comes ... "I missed you." I revealed. And I did miss her. I miss her a lot since I last seen her. I hated that just two months prior we had fizzled out into a dud, wet-firework when we were previously an explosion of a red-willow blast up in the sky, falling slowly submerging the land before it in a crimson desire - puppy-love at its finest.
"I have to go, Mark." She replied. I became sad she didnt reciprocate my own feelings of being apart from each-other, but in a twist, the way she always does, in a confusing ballet of perhaps her uncertainty, the wrecklessness with which she handles her love-affairs, she bent over and kissed me square on the cheek. I lit up. My gut had that familiar butterfly flapping gleefully and the portion of my cheek that was graced with her sweet, red lips warmed and tingled like a localized ecstacy - "and a vision that was planted in my brain, still remains" that of us lying on Paul's blanketed-floor, making out, cuddling in a sweet sonata of "Love in the Morning."
"Paul, I need drugs" I demanded.
"I thought you werent doing drugs anymore ...." Paul responded.
"They're for Rose. I need to get her high." I responded.
"I only have ____ "
"Give it!" Rose wouldn't do any hard drugs anyway, so vellocet was perfect.
Rose, Rose, Rose! I was delighted by the prospect of seeing Rose again, as I invited her to the arcade with me, with which she replied via text, "Sounds lame, but fine" Perfect!
I picked Rose up, and to my surprise she had dolled up a bit; caking up around her lips, shadowing her eyes, making pretty of her cheeks - those round-ish chipmunk cheeks - Oh! Great heavens that she should smile and form the apple of her round-ish face, red with blush. Rose and I smoked in my car for about ten minutes before heading inside the arcade. The idea was to get as high as possible before we ventured into the arcade, and with my supplemental concoction of ginseng, S-adenosylmethionine and wellbutrin, my high became an invigorating, slightly paranoid affair. Rose, however, was always one to relax and mellow out, dazed and sweet-tempered, I felt that she was in my palm.
"So waccha been doing lately?" I asked Rose.
"Im moving on campus next semester." Rose replied.
"What happened to your apartment?"
"I moved out, Mark. I thought I told you? I moved in with Josh and some other kid ..."
"Oh.." I replied. "You like it?" Rose shrugged.
"Made me think, is all." I stopped questioning there, knowing Rose did not like to go into details as far as her relationship with Josh with me.
________________________________________________________
We entered the arcade, and for the next hour we had a blast!
"Holy shit, Im so fucking high .... " Rose said as she smoked too much. We both felt as if the entire populace of rotten kids, teens and their mothers knew we were high, and in the way we were behaving perhaps some of them caught on. I kept getting confused about my spatial relationships and couldnt coordinate where I was in the larger perspective of the confusing, loud children-infested arcade. Mean-while, Rose was becoming flustered, "Too many lights and sounds! Guys dont fucking give up!"
We played air-hockey.
"This isnt fair!" I yelled as Rose was beating me. "Your boobs are distracting me!" Rose then took the time to put on her sexy face and push both of her beautiful breasts up, maximizing her cleavage. Welp! I lost.
Next was whack-a-mole!
"Whack it, Rose!" I ordered. She was awful.
"I cant concentrate!" Rose replied flustered. And each-time she whacked her boobs went boing-boing-boing.
"Rose, you're terrible at this ...."
"Shut up!" She smiled and tried to hit me with her cushion-mallet.
The best part of the night? We acted completely in-sync of being in a relationship; boyfriend and girlfriend, there wasn't any doubt from any of the children, teens, parents that were there that we were not a couple. It was the best night I had that I could remember in a long time.
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I drove Rose back to her car after we left. She was in a good mood, changing my radio stations in the car to garbage music and singing along. We parked to say good-bye.
"So! Did you have fun?" I asked.
"Ya, ya ... It was nice being the air-hockey queen, I guess." Rose replied. We sat there talking for a good ten minutes in the best conversation I have had in a while; mostly about her - Rose loves talking about herself.
"Maybe we can do it again some other time .... " Oh, boy .... and here it comes ... "I missed you." I revealed. And I did miss her. I miss her a lot since I last seen her. I hated that just two months prior we had fizzled out into a dud, wet-firework when we were previously an explosion of a red-willow blast up in the sky, falling slowly submerging the land before it in a crimson desire - puppy-love at its finest.
"I have to go, Mark." She replied. I became sad she didnt reciprocate my own feelings of being apart from each-other, but in a twist, the way she always does, in a confusing ballet of perhaps her uncertainty, the wrecklessness with which she handles her love-affairs, she bent over and kissed me square on the cheek. I lit up. My gut had that familiar butterfly flapping gleefully and the portion of my cheek that was graced with her sweet, red lips warmed and tingled like a localized ecstacy - "and a vision that was planted in my brain, still remains" that of us lying on Paul's blanketed-floor, making out, cuddling in a sweet sonata of "Love in the Morning."