After Eamon and I walked back to the car I started digging throughout my car in search of an outfit. I know your probably thinking "Da Hell? She's poor. I thought she only had one outfit" Yes. I am. However the poor steal. Don't give me that look. I'm sure you've done your fair amount of shit. I pulled my vertically stripped black and white skinny's out, a denim bra let, my tree of life necklace, and my red Dr. Martens. I pulled off my previous clothes and threw on my new ones. I grabbed my brush and pulled it through my hair a couple of times before back combing some random spots. I applied some powder to my face and put on a light shimmer lip gloss. I looked around the car and saw that it was a complete mess.
Oh Well.
Michael will deal with it. If he doesn't he can walk home.
I called Eamon over before I got in the car. "I want you to stay here. I'll be home later and I don't wanna leave you in the car the whole time. Alright?" I said. "Just… go in the warehouse or something. I don't really care, just stay outta trouble." I said as we both walked away. I put the keys into the ignition and started the car. I rolled down my window before driving to the boardwalk.
I parked the car and walked into the entrance. I noticed that I kept getting weird looks from everyone. Did I have something on my face or was my pale skin complexion scaring everyone? I didn't think it was that bad, but I guess when you live in Cali you're a bit darker. Maybe it was my clothes…? Nawh. It had to be my skin. I wanted to tell everyone to Fuck Off, but I settled on glaring instead. I was walking around aimlessly not sure where to find Michael or even Sam. My glare was enough to make everyone move out of my way, and even made a kid cry. Good.
Someone grabbed onto my arm and swung me around to face them. I glared up and saw Michael. My glare melted away when he smiled at me.
"You alright?" He smiled.
"Yeah. People are just stupid." I responded. "Let's go." I said and grabbed his hand weaving through the crowd. We reached a stage and a concert was going on. The guy on stage reminded me of 'The Sexy Saxophone Man' off of Youtube. If you have no idea what I am talking about go watch it now! It's amazing. Seriously though this guy was wearing purple pants that seemed too tight. His face and body reminded me of Triple H. Overall I doubted which team this guy played for. I looked up at Michael to see his thoughts on the man, but he wasn't looking at him. I followed his view and saw he was ogling a gypsy. She had untamed brown long curly hair, brown eyes, tan skin. You know. The one that scream HEARTBREAKER!
"Seriously?" I asked him.
"What?" He snapped out of his trance and looked down at me. I swear I could see some drool on his chin. Gross.
"Ugh. Want me to be your wing man?" I asked. He looked absolutely clueless as to what I had just said. "You know… Hook you up with that chick?" I asked pointing to the Gypsy girl. He looked back up at the girl, and never responded to me. "I'll take that as a yes." I whispered before heading toward the girl. I walked up behind her and as soon as she saw me she grabbed the little kid next to her and started walking away.
Excuse me? Dumb Bitch. I'm trying to hook you up. Get the hell back here.
I made my way toward her before finally catching up. I tapped her on the arm and she slowly turned around.
"Hi." I said in a fake cheery way. I was really trying here people! I'm not what you call 'social.' "I'm Lita."
"Star." She said in an airy voice. She already annoyed the shit outta me. She sounded like a total ditz. This is for Michael. I had this mantra in my head. Wait… Why was I doing this for him? She looked me up and down then smiled. I raised my eyebrows and looked down to the boy next to her.
"Hi there hun." I said and got down on my knees; kids like it when you don't tower over them. Although I didn't really tower since he was almost as tall as my 5 foot height. It's embarrassing I know. "I'm Lita. What's your name?"
He looked up at Star almost as if asking for her permission. She nodded and he took a step toward me. "I'm Laddie." He said and smiled at me. I think my very cold heart melted when he said this. He had to be the cutest kid known to man.
"That is such a cute name. You know you are adorable right?" I asked and ruffled his hair.
"Thanks! Wanna meet my brothers?" He asked suddenly. Star shot him a frantic look before shaking her head.
"No Laddie." She said firmly before pulling her back behind him. Whoa, What's up with the bros?
"Erm. Anyways. My… Brother has a tiny crush on you." I said to Star trying to ignore the tension. Why did I just refer to Michael as my brother? I didn't know that kid. Oh Well. A goofy smile appeared on Stars face before she turned around suddenly and started dragging Laddie with her.
Is she pulling that shit again? I felt an arm sneak around my shoulders and looked to my left to see Michael there.
"What'd she say?" He asked excitedly.
"She didn't answer. Let's chase her down." I said and started walking after Star and Laddie with Michaels arm still around me.
"Guys wait up!" I heard behind us. I didn't have to turn around to know it was Sam that spoke. I kept my eyes trained on her retreating form. I pushed my way through the people and finally caught up to her before I saw her climb onto a Motorcycle. She got behind a guy with a terrible haircut. He was sporting a platinum mullet. I couldn't see his face, but I was imagining an ugly looking thing.
But God was I wrong. Michael and I walked toward them and Star spotted us. Apparently when you're in a gang you can read minds because as soon as she spotted us the four others on the motorcycles turned and faced us. Good God. The platinum blonde one had the most gorgeous eyes I'd ever seen. Light colored facial hair graced his face and he radiated off power and leader. His mouth was formed into an annoying smirk. The one next to him had long black hair with a slight mustache. He was obviously the tannest of them all. His face honestly scared me. It had absolutely no expression. The one next to him had super curly hair cut into a mullet and was wearing a multi colored leather jacket. The last one had unruly blonde hair –surprise surprise- also cut into a mullet. I actually liked their haircuts though. They are probably the only ones that could actually pull of this look. Not even Billy Ray looked like this, and he pretty much is the Mullet Icon. My eyes flicked back to the platinum blonde mullet one. He looked me up and down before his smirk widened and he started his bike, winking at me one last time before driving off with his goonies.
I didn't know whether to feel uncomfortable for being eye fucked, or feel flattered. I think I'll go with uncomfortable.
I felt a tug on my shoulder and looked up to see Michael pulling me away.
"Sorry she didn't tell me she was with someone already." I apologized.
"Doesn't matter." He said and that was the end of the conversation.
I faintly remember driving Michael home. Something about meeting him tomorrow and he would drive me to the Boardwalk this time. Honestly I don't remember if that's how the conversation went. I could be pulling this all out of my ass, and that would be awkward if I showed up at his house expecting a ride.
When I got back to the warehouse Eamon was outside sleeping. I opened the passenger door and let him climb in. I locked the doors and turned off the car.
"Tonight was fun E. Michael isn't as bad as I thought." I said but Eamon was already asleep. I decided to follow suit and leaned my seat back before shutting my eyes and falling asleep.
It probably isn't making much sense at this point. It will in the end, and it will be such a mind fuck you wont know what to do with yourself. - Outfit mentioned .com/cgi/set?id=32638359