The place smelled of beer and mold. I counted four guys and two girls so far, scattered on the floor, half dressed in the layers of dirt, clothes and crap littered on the floor, making the place look even more like the aftermath of a nuclear explosion of shit.
I reached her room and found myself trying not to gag at the image that was sprawled out in front of me. She lay tangled with two of her clothe-less exes, asleep or past out, I can never tell, with empty bottles of booze and pills surrounding them, left carelessly on the floor from the previous night's rampage.
I couldn't even wake her; I was sick. I carefully placed the letter on top of the junk that decorated her beat up bedside table. One last look from the doorway…and I found my way to the car, everything I passed a blur, "don't look back…it doesn't matter anymore…just leave!" I started up the old 56' piece of crap truck, drunk in the sound of her motor starting, getting ready for the most important race of her life, and drove…
Fuck. Why did I think I knew how to get there? God, I probably look like a dumb shit dipstick sitting here, driving in circles like the typical new chick. Fuck, I'm not asking for directions……Fine, I'll ask for directions.
So, I pull into the first parking lot I could find and walk into the little gas station. I see a guy, probably my age, turned away from me, behind the counter, watching the clock. Hey, I don't blame him. If I had to work hours on end behind the counter on the slowest day of the week, I'd probably shoot myself! "Ahem," I fake cough, and he turns quickly, now aware of my existence. And HOT DAMN is he gorgeous! He has this long, slicked back, dark gold hair that looks real shiny and smooth and silky from where I'm standing and I'm suddenly tempted to run my fingers through it. He's slightly tall, probably just under 6' 0" and has a nice build; muscular arms, but not like body builder muscles, and I can only imagined how toned his abs must be! He's looking at me with these amazingly wild and reckless, laughing brown eyes that have been placed in his drawn out, movie star looking face that manages to be reckless like his eyes, but thoughtful and sensitive at the same time. I feel like I've seen him before, in some past, forgotten life, but I can't remember any of it. I hate my damn memory! He looks at me confused, probably exactly like I was just looking at him, like he's seen the face, but can't remember the name or time or place.
Finally, the intense silence is broken, and he speaks in a soothing voice, that immediately curves my lips into a smile. "Can I help you?"
So, I give him my pathetic, puppy eyes, and respond, like the new girl on her first day of school, "um, yeah…You see I'm a little lost."
He smiles, too, a dazzling smile at that, and it blows me away and makes me smile slightly more. "Well, I'd be pleased to help you find whatever it is you're looking for," he says. 'Sweet as sugar!' I think. "Where are you headed?"
"I'm trying to find…" I look down real quick at my sloppy written notes for the millionth time, then back at him. "Lester Street!"
He smiles again, like he knows exactly where I'm going and he's been there a million times, and just the name of it is giving him hilarious memories that I'll never know. "Yeah," he laughs. "I know where that is, a buddy of mine lives there. Just take a left down here, then a right on Melrose and another left on Adobe."
I nod, silently engraving the directions in my head. "Left, right, left, got it! Thanks!"
"No problem." He smiles and I smile, then head for the door, with a 'bi'. When I'm at the door he calls out "hey!" So I turn and raise my eyebrows and await for the explanation to the outburst, and I swear I see his cheeks go just a little red. Then, he says, a little quietly, "If you're staying around, uh, you're welcome to stop by anytime and, um, if you want, well, uh, maybe I could show you around town a little bit. I usually get off around five…if you want."
Whoa, whoa, whoa, is this a date? Already! Well, I know it's happened before but this guy…he's gorgeous! And sweet, and definitely helpful!... I look at him and notice the uncertain hopefulness in his eyes. It makes me smile. "That sounds nice." He smiles, relieved and I'm out. I swear I know him!
Soda's P.O.V
One hour left…God, I hate work. Well, no I don't, I love it. But Monday nights are slow as hell. I watch the clock go TICK-tock slow as ever, behind the counter, when I hear a noise, maybe the door, from behind me. Then "ahem," I turn, expecting to see some middle aged man about to ask for an oil change and the bathroom, but instead, there's a girl; a beautiful girl. She looks oddly familiar, but I can't figure out why. She's got messy and loose honey blonde hair that hangs carelessly long in the back and comes up shorter in the front, hanging just above her breasts, which look mighty large from here. I'm betting she's new in town and I immediately find myself hoping she's staying. And although she doesn't completely strike me as a grease, I know she ain't no soc. She's wearing jeans that hug her hips and shape her legs, flaring out and cut off at the bottom, perfectly and I spot a large whole in the knee. She has black converse and a black shirt, whatever they're called, with the really thin straps, with a tie-dye heart on it. It comes down low, showing a bit more then most girls, but not in a trashy way. She has a necklace on a chain, tucked away under her shirt.
She can't be any more then 5' 0"; I doubt her head barely comes up to my chin. She's really, pretty small. Not only is she short, but her small, slenderness and extreme curves give her the look of an exotic ballerina of some sort, gracefully trotting into the DX on this slow Monday night, to brighten everything around her… What the hell am I thinking?? She's cute, yeah, but can we forget the ballerina crap now? Um…yeah.
So, she says she's lost and her voice is like pure milky chocolate; smooth, comforting, and always amazing, no matter how much you have it. I tell her I can help her find where she's going and, get this; she's looking for LESTER STREET! Ha, Lester Street, can you believe that? Just wait 'til Two-Bit finds out this looker's gonna be on his street, maybe, hopefully, staying there. I give her the directions and she says 'thanks' real nicely.
"No problem." She turns to leave, but before she does, I realize she's not wearing any make-up. I really like that. I don't think I've ever seen any of the girls that come in here not wear make-up.
She reaches the door and I realize I may never see this girl again. "Hey!" I call, and she turns and I don't know what I was gonna say; I just didn't want her to leave. My minds not working right now, but my lips move and say what they want and I realize how stupid it must've sound with all the um's and uh's in there. She must really think I'm dumb now; just a stupid greaser drop out, workin' at a gas station and can't even get out one sentence without sounding like a hood. But instead of looking mean, she smiles this really sweet smile and says, "That sounds nice." I smile again and she's gone. She looked so familiar. Where have I seen her before?