Intro
Lena won’t be quiet on the way back to my place. Brian doesn’t seem to care because he’s laughing too much to notice. It’s about eleven or so and we just drove past the Dash, so we should be at my place in forty minutes. The Dash usually doesn’t have a full house on Sunday but there still are a few regulars dedicating themselves to their ‘last drink’.
I don’t understand why I’m here. Sure Lena and Brian are my friends, but now that they’re dating I feel out of place. It’s almost like they’re having too much fun to notice I’m not enjoying it with them. The only reason they hangout with me is probably so they can fool around in my bedroom.
We’re now driving past the Harley Davidson Center. Because the middle of no where is a great place to open a motorcycle center.
“I’m so excited. I’m totally getting my motorcycle license in a month. Thank god I’m finally turning eighteen!” and with that, Lena finally shut up. Brian, a soon to be eighteen year-old dating Lena a fourteen year-old. What a great idea Brian.
I’ve known Brian since I was four, when I moved here. Brian is basically the closest friend I’ve ever had. He introduced me to Lena. I never considered Lena a friend though. Only because she was always head over heels for Brian and that’s all I’d ever hear about growing up.
“What’s the matter babe?” Oh great. Now Brian’s going to some how make it all better and I’m going to hear about how kind he is till four in the morning.
“You know what the matter is. Why do you always have to ruin my mood with your age?” Well to be frank my dear, he doesn’t give a damn.
“You know I don’t try! It just comes out! Let’s face the facts I’m not getting any younger.” Nice one Brian, that’ll win her over for sure.
“Well I’m not getting older fast enough for you so you might as well date someone like Beck!” I’m only sixteen, why do you have to drag me into the conversation to save your ass?
“Lena, leave Becky out of this!” He’s going a little bit above the speed limit; he does that when he gets mad sometimes.
Oh great now I feel a flash back coming on. Freshman year, the year I finally realized I had feelings for my best friend. How crap is that? I mean Brian? The same boy who beat up John Miller in kindergarten because John put dirt in my shoes? The same boy who took me to the eighth grade graduation dance because no boy in his right mind would take me? I never told him how I felt though, only because I knew he and Lena always kind of had a vibe going on.
“Well, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you never shut up about your plans with her?” No shit Sherlock, we are best friends after all.
“I can’t deal with you right now, I’m driving you home.” Wait, what?
“Fine! I want to be there! In fact, I'd rather be any where but here right now!" Be my guest.
Brian pulls over to the side of the road. "Well than my dear, be my guest." Whoa, major deja vu.
As much as I hate to stick up for Lena I kind of have to. "Brian at least drive her home, it's dark out. Not to mention it's kind of chilly out." Wow Brian, isn't that just a dirty glare?
"Thank you for your concern, but I can make it home fine from here. So long losers!" You're welcome, bitch.
I don’t understand why I’m here. Sure Lena and Brian are my friends, but now that they’re dating I feel out of place. It’s almost like they’re having too much fun to notice I’m not enjoying it with them. The only reason they hangout with me is probably so they can fool around in my bedroom.
We’re now driving past the Harley Davidson Center. Because the middle of no where is a great place to open a motorcycle center.
“I’m so excited. I’m totally getting my motorcycle license in a month. Thank god I’m finally turning eighteen!” and with that, Lena finally shut up. Brian, a soon to be eighteen year-old dating Lena a fourteen year-old. What a great idea Brian.
I’ve known Brian since I was four, when I moved here. Brian is basically the closest friend I’ve ever had. He introduced me to Lena. I never considered Lena a friend though. Only because she was always head over heels for Brian and that’s all I’d ever hear about growing up.
“What’s the matter babe?” Oh great. Now Brian’s going to some how make it all better and I’m going to hear about how kind he is till four in the morning.
“You know what the matter is. Why do you always have to ruin my mood with your age?” Well to be frank my dear, he doesn’t give a damn.
“You know I don’t try! It just comes out! Let’s face the facts I’m not getting any younger.” Nice one Brian, that’ll win her over for sure.
“Well I’m not getting older fast enough for you so you might as well date someone like Beck!” I’m only sixteen, why do you have to drag me into the conversation to save your ass?
“Lena, leave Becky out of this!” He’s going a little bit above the speed limit; he does that when he gets mad sometimes.
Oh great now I feel a flash back coming on. Freshman year, the year I finally realized I had feelings for my best friend. How crap is that? I mean Brian? The same boy who beat up John Miller in kindergarten because John put dirt in my shoes? The same boy who took me to the eighth grade graduation dance because no boy in his right mind would take me? I never told him how I felt though, only because I knew he and Lena always kind of had a vibe going on.
“Well, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you never shut up about your plans with her?” No shit Sherlock, we are best friends after all.
“I can’t deal with you right now, I’m driving you home.” Wait, what?
“Fine! I want to be there! In fact, I'd rather be any where but here right now!" Be my guest.
Brian pulls over to the side of the road. "Well than my dear, be my guest." Whoa, major deja vu.
As much as I hate to stick up for Lena I kind of have to. "Brian at least drive her home, it's dark out. Not to mention it's kind of chilly out." Wow Brian, isn't that just a dirty glare?
"Thank you for your concern, but I can make it home fine from here. So long losers!" You're welcome, bitch.