Confessions of a Spontaneous A-Hole --2--
sweetapplePOP
The Day After October 29...
I'm staring into the barrel of the gun.
I'm falling down Niagra Falls.
I'm feeling up the Presidents' daughter.
Well none of those things I am doing, but it sure as hell feels like it. What I'm actually doing is holding my head for dear life. I'm in pain. In agony.
When I woke up, saw the shirtless mystery next to me, I can't say I didn't freak out. I almost had a panic attack because of the fact that I wasn't in the comfort of my hilariously blue room.
And when I saw the color of the mysteries eyes and heard him talk for the first, well maybe the first I could have talked to him last night in my drunken state, time, I nearly had a full on heart attack.
But then, after staring at him for what seemed like minutes, I did something that will change my life forever.
When I look back I will be able so say I learned something from that.
After October 29, I learn something very important. A piece of information that will set you off for life. That info: NEVER EVER bump heads when you have a hangover...
Now tell your children, and tell them to tell their children, and so on and so forth.
Because that shit hurts.
Hurts more than anything in the whole world.
I know your probably giving me the "You don't know what the hell your talking about! You know what hurts? Five years of depression and anxiety!"
Well frankly I don't give a fuck.
Bumping your head when you have a hangover is a no-no.
And on with the story...
"So are you the reason for this hangover?"
I sit there, not saying a word. I think I'm dazzled by the sweet deepish sound of his voice. But that would only be for the fairytales.
I was actually dazzled by the way that your head can boom when someone talks just a little.
"Hellooooo?" He says, waving a tired hand in my face.
"Ahhh...!" I lean back clutching my head. Slowly I finally say real things... "My head. God. Dammit. Don't speak."
I peek one eye at him, and he returns the look and nods. Maybe he had done this before?
He searches around for his lost shirt, and after a while of searching I notice him staring at me.
I look away, then look back.
He's still staring.
The same thing repeats over and over again for about eight billion minutes. Well probably like one or two, but keep up with it...
Finally the actions are starting to annoy me. "What the hell are you staring at, dude?"
He smirks then raises his eyebrows. "Your kind of sitting on my shirt..."
I look down and sure enough I was. Pulling the green fabric up, I hand it to him, and his hands brush against mine, sending a jolt of electricity up my spine.
Deciding to get up and stretch, I notice that he's still sitting right there. I look down and him and raise my eyebrow. "So, uh," I clear my throat. "what's up homes?"
He laughs, which kind of takes me by surprise. What the hell would he be laughing about? "What?" I quickly search my mind. "Are you too cool to be called homes?"
"You have no idea what you did last night, do you?" was his reply.
Now I was starting to get freaked out. I was also angry for a reason I don't know... But then I was also starting to get proud. Maybe I did something very funny. Maybe I did something I shouldn't have done. Maybe I did somebody I shouldn't have done. There could be many "maybes"...
"Uhhh..." was all that came out of my mouth while I was having a complete maybe marathon.
"Max." I look over at him. "How old are you?"
I didn't know how to answer him, so my idiot side (your probably thinking my regular side but I'm not an idiot!!) took over fast. "I don't know. How old are you, Buckko?"
He shook his head. "Playing hard to get? I'm 15. My name's Wes. I met you last night...I'm Seth's friend...?" He looked at me as if he were trying to send in a secret message to my head or something. Unconsciously I stepped back.
"I'm 14. And sorry but I have no clue who you are..."
"It's alright." He stands up by me and I notice that he is about a head taller than me. "You were pretty wasted. So you still have no clue what you did?"
I shook my head and I followed him down the 'Mountain-o-Hay.' I see the stretched out bodies of clueless people, their belts thrown aside, the buckles shining brightly in the morning sun.
"So what did I do?" I asked him, glancing to look up at the side of his face. I notice the many freckles he has and the bump on his nose...
"You..." he paused and stepped up to the top of some rocks. He held out his hand to help me up. I took it and watched his arms as he pulled me up. "You did that."
Before us was a drop. We were on a cliff. Then there was a large, large cornfield. What's so great about a corn field? Nothing. But what I saw was mind blowing. In the field, particularly up this high, was trails of disaster. So pretty much most of the corn was smooshed.
"Fuck." I said, fidgeting with my fingers.
"Yep. Fuck. But thats not even the worst." He led me off a little further and pointed down the cliff to a splotch of blue and black.
"What the fuck is that?" I ask, confused.
"That, Max, is a country cop four wheeler." Then he giggles. "The one you crashed."
My eyes widen as I stare down at the destruction I made. "Nuh-uh."
"You want the whole story?" He asks, brushing back his light brown hair.
"There's a whole story?"
"Yep."
"Well are you sure it's a cop-"
"Yep."
"But did I really-"
"Yep."
I sit down on the nearest rock. I pat the space next to me and he smiles and walks over to it. But before he sits down, I grab his arm and look at him straight in the eye.
"Wait. Where the hell is Gizzie and John?"
His eyes brighten even more. "Those two! Oh, Max. They have a whole other story to tell you. Everything seemed to happen tonight, but you should really hear what you did first, since it's the beginning of everything..."
"Okay. So tell me Wes."
He leans back and rests on his elbows. I look at him, and he seems to be thinking really hard for where to start. "Well, I'd really start off by the first thing you said to me."
I leaned back on my elbows, copying his stance. "What did I say?"
A short silence until I realize he's laughing.
"What?!"
He took a deep breathe. "The first thing you said to me was, 'Do guys really have peckers?'"
so heres another chapter!
