It's Hard To Believe That You're A Part Of Me... I Don't Really Mind That It's Starting To Get To Me
I stood straight up in my bed and turned the alarm off. I had a major headache, and I'm struggling to remember what happened last night. All of a sudden, the events came at me like bullets. "Holy crap." was all I could say about it. Was there any better phrase of words to describe it?
Was it all a dream? Did all of that actually happen? I'm struggling to believe myself. Okay, I met Liz, a very unique chick that I wanted to know more about. Then I gave her best friend my number, seems realistic enough. I drove Josh to the airport, while he repeatedly bugged me about getting to know this girl better. I was already thinking about her non-stop without him egging on my disturbed mind. On the way back, I kind of drifted off thinking about her, nearly getting myself into a car accident.
Ha, car accidents. Not fun. Damn you, Cambridge.
Explanations later.
All of that, I'm ninety percent sure happened. Then we enter fifty to seventy-five percent territory. I got a phone call with an unknown caller ID. Assuming it was Melanie, I picked it up. Luckily it was. She gave me an address and told me to be there in an hour.
The place was forty-five minutes away.
I had to somehow get my hair straight, find an outfit, put on some deodorant (even though my sweat smells like unicorns, fairies, and fine wine), and get my ass over to this resteraunt all in fifteen minutes. I gotta tell you, it was one of the hardest things I've ever done. Including quitting addictions.
But of course, my shitty Oddesy has to just fuck everything up. The windows would not go all the way up for some freaking reason. I didn't have time to fix it, so I had to let my hair look like I just came out of a hurricane and deal with it.
After rushing my ass over to this restaurant, I had to show these creepy waiter people my ID, because Melanie just happen to rent the entire restaurant. Whatever kind of job she has, I want to get involved. Because of my amazing taste, I chose to sit outside. It was cold as hell, thank God I had this long-sleeved shirt, that did not, by the way, have serious pit stains.
Then she walked in. I wasn't expecting it, but I mean, it was kind of inevitable. What, Melanie would show up? It was one of those things where you know, but then again you don't.
My God, she looked good. I didn't want to say it, for obvious relationship issues, but she really did. I honestly couldn't help staring. Damn, I loved that red dress. There's something about red dresses... turn-on, maybe? I don't know. She had light red lipstick on and some black eyeliner. But not too much, thank God. Nobody looks good with too much make-up on, trust me.
The whole fancy restaurant thing, big mistake. Somehow, she knew exactly what I was thinking. "You wanna get out of here? I heard there's a diner around here somewhere." In my mind I was thinking, Yes! Get me out of this too-elegant hellhole! But I didn't want to seem to eager. I managed a "Sure." Not too eager, not unhappy about it.
This is the part when I think back, it sounds really cool and yet totally insane. She actually climbed up to the window in the men's room in heels. I was secretly impressed, but I'm not exactly referred to as "subtle". With this hair? No.
So then I actually got up there. How the fuck I did, I don't even know. And we jumped off the window sill down tho the ground, with no injuries, except maybe a mind-blown and confused self. After that...we ran from waiters in seighways? Yeah, I'm pretty sure that happened, because I remember wanting to hurl when we stopped.
We ate ice cream and started talking about stuff. I recommended my band without telling her that it actually is my band. The question is: Will she kill me or not? Last time I tried doing that, they never called me back. Why, I'm not entirely sure, but Liz will probably just be fake-angry at me for not telling her.
Hold on, since when can I predict her actions? I only met her a day ago.
I remember feeling sorry for her not getting that job she was talking about. By the look on her face, she became sad when she saw that I was sad. Without even caring about her situation, she feels bad about me feeling bad. Like a dementor, I felt like I would never be happy again.
So I recommended her to move in with me.
And she said yes.
And now I realize how this is just adding gasoline to the mess that is this relationship I have with her.
Not that I don't want her to move in, but I don't want her to move in. It's like there's a safe hanging over me, and I sort of want it to drop, because I can sue the guy who raising the safe, but I don't because I don't want to be injured.
I guess all I can do now is hope this will never end.
"Hooray for the madness, we are better by design. Let's hope we never have to say goodbye, say goodbye..." was the only thing I could hear in my head. I don't know where it came from, it just came to me. No matter what television station I watched, no matter what I listened to, it couldn't get her voice out of my head.
And I kind of liked it that way.
I was watching The Big Sleep with Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall on my laptop at The Coffee Barn this lovely morning, with "The Future Freaks Me Out" playing on a different web page over their voices. It turned out that Justin had a band.
And I loved all of their songs. All of them.
I swear to God, I will buy I Am The Movie if I have to sell my car. I want to say "Chill, you lunatic. You just met the guy, like a day ago." But I don't.
After my hours of annoying and tiring waiting for Melanie to show up, she did. She was wearing an InuYasha t-shirt with InuYasha's face on the center of it, a pair of jeans, and her Kirara hat that I got for her a while back as a birthday present. She was smiling for some reason, and she waved out the door as an SUV drove away. It contained our wayward friends Kristi and Rorie in similar anime gear.
I pulled out one earbud, and looked at her funny. "What the fuck was that?" I said when she sat down.
"What happens at the InuYasha convention, stays at the InuYasha convention... Damn, was that Miroku hawt." she said. I was kind of concerned, especially since her hair was pitch-black and bobbed, but I'm not the one to tell people what to do. I just gave her a funny look, and put the earbud in after making a comment on her creepy goth-girl hair. Melanie quickly held her hands up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. You thought I was gonna let you off that easy? Come on, I didn't set up that date for nothing. I need some results!"
"What happens in Ben & Jerry's, stays at Ben & Jerry's." I replied, smirking back. I was trying to beat her at her own game, but then I realized. "Oh, right. You weren't there." There came a very confused look while I had to explain the entire story. There was many smirks and kind of furious looks during the whole thing. I'm assuming that she's upset that I foiled her plan, but happy that I got to know Justin better in a weird, dysfunctional way.
"So, he bought me ice cream, and we just talked." I said simply. But Melanie's more complex than that.
"What did you talk about?" she asked.
"Mel, I can't give you a transcript of the conversation, you freakazoid." I replied. "But if you want, the key points, fine. One, I found out Justin has a band. They're totally freaking awesome. Two, he calls me Lizzy. Three, out of generosity, he suggested I move in with him." That did it. Melanie lit up, I thought she was going to die of smiling too much. "Jesus Christ, don't give yourself a heart attack."
"But...oh my God, Lizzy! Don't you know what this means?!" Not at all, but she just went on. "He seriously likes you! Who would let you move in with them on the first date?"
"He did it out of generosity. He felt bad for me, so he told me to move in with him only for a little while." I emphasized these words, because I was determined to prove that fairy tales don't exist. Even if they do have amazingly awesome hair.
"Well, did you...."
"He kissed me at the entrance of the apartment complex, but that is as far as it got. If it got any further, do you think I'd be here?" I watched as she connected the pieces together. I'm starting to think that Melanie has finally came into the perverted mind that I had so many years before her.
"When?"
"Two weeks, give or take. That's what the eviction notice says." I said, concentrating all my energy on learning these lyrics. After minutes of searching Youtube, I finally found a video that said "Red Dress". I smirked at myself. Oh......makes sense now. Slow to observe, goddamn me.
"You son of a bitch, quoting yourself!" I said at the screen, in fake anger. Melanie looking up from her book, giving me a 'What the Fuck' look. I took out one of the earbuds and handed it to her. There the "Oh..." look is.
I like the red dress.....
I like the red dress.....
I like the red dress.
