Chapter Two: Make a Move
I was so excited for tonight. I'd gotten ready right after school, putting on an outfit that, needless to say, showed a little skin. I was wearing a red corset dress with thigh-high black boots, I'd straightened my pixie-cut blond hair, and put on powder, lipstick, and eyeliner. I'd even put on long, black acrylic nails. I looked damn hot.
I would need to sneak out tonight. There was no way in hell my mom would let me go to the movies with a 26 year old. So I wrote a note, made my bed, and fed my pet rabbit. I let my dog out so he wouldn't bark. So I went back to my room, held my breath, and jumped out my window, walking to Ashley's house.
When I arrived there, my arms and legs were already frozen. "Hot damn, girl!" Were the first words that came out of Ashley's mouth when she saw me. "So who's giving us a ride?" I said, sitting on Ashley's porch. "Chucky." Ashley said, "He has his own car." My face lit up. "You didn't tell me this!" I said, smiling out of pure excitement and joy. "I figured I'd save you one surprise." Ashley said, shrugging.
We sat on Ashley's porch, while I watched her text. No doubt about it, she was texting the love of her life, Danny Fox. She showed me the latest picture of him. "You're so lucky." I said, staring at the picture of Danny. He was cute and chubby, with the most beautiful green eyes I'd ever seen. "Yeah," Ashley said, "But I can't have him for awhile. He's still in college." I thought for a moment. Ashley was 14. But to me, age is just a number. "That's too bad." I said, laughing a little, "You could have little Danny/Ashley's running around in their diapers in no time." "I wish." Ashley laughed, as a black car pulled up into the driveway.
"Hey." Chucky said, getting out of the car and giving Ashley a hug. Holy. Fucking. Shit. He was the hottest guy on the planet. He was wearing tight black pants and black eyeliner. His long dark hair hung around his shoulders, in an almost angelic way. He was walking up to me. What the hell was I going to say?? "So," he said, taking my hand and kissing it, "You must be Ashley's hot friend Iris." "Yeah," I said, afraid to look at him but doing it anyway, "That's me." "You look great." Chucky said, and I knew he meant it. "So do you." I said, giggling. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him in his tight pants.
"Well," Chucky said, turning to me and Ashley, "You girls ready to go?" "Yeah." We both said, and I smiled, giving Ashley a thumbs-up. I sat in the front, next to Chucky. I could feel myself heating up just being near him. "I'm really sorry about your divorce." I said, not even looking at Chucky. "It's fine," Chucky said, smiling at me, "Don't worry about it. She just wasn't the right person for me, that's all." While Chucky was driving, I mouthed the words "What should I do?" To Ashley. She shrugged, and I turned back around, completely caught up in a tangle.
I decided to fiddle with the buttons on the radio, and I found a station I liked. It was playing "Christmas in Hollywood", a song by one of my favorite bands, Hollywood Undead. I started singing:
"It's Christmas in Hollywood
Santa's back up in the hood
So meet me under the mistletoe
Let's fu-u-uck.
It's Hanukah in Englewood
The Dreidel's spinning in the hood
So meet me by the Menorah
Let's get dru-u-unk."
Chucky started singing along with me, surprisingly. "You know this song?" I asked, turning to him in disbelief. "Of course." He said, and we continued singing until we got to the theater.
After Chucky had paid for all 3 of our tickets (how sweet!), we picked a seat…but the problem was, it was majorly packed. So packed, in fact, that Chucky and Ashley had places to sit, but the problem was, I didn't. "Here." Chucky said, opening his arms, "You can sit in my lap." I felt like a total slut for this, but hey, he was hot! "Okay." I said, sitting in his lap sidesaddle. He instantly wrapped an arm around my waist.