10: Boredom in the form of Pills

I sat there in the darkness of the movie house, a box of popcorn in my lap, and my eyes glued to the screen. They were showing a newer version of one of my favorite movies ---Dance with a Vampire. It was very interesting compared to the 1960's version. More color and life to it all, and Rollo Weeks played a very good lead vampire. But that little kid in it that kept interrupting him and his girlfriend—who was played by Amy Lee—was very annoying. I wished I could kick him at the end of it. I mean, seriously. He was basically the reason why Rollo had to run off and leave Amy! I would have seriously been pissed.

A couple were making out in the front row. Two teenage girls —neither of them the one I pined for—were in the seats behind me. I was the only one paying attention to the movie.

"Oh my Gawd! Who is that guy? He's hot. Wonder if he'd do me if I asked?" A redhead whispered to her curly blond friend. I tried to ignore them, but they were shouting-whispering, so it was hard. I felt their eyes burning the back of my neck. They were talking about me. Not the way I was used to, but they were talking about me anyway.

"It's the ghost guy, Shellie," the blond explained. That's more like it. "But don't get your hopes up. He lives with someone already. A creepy old dude. Probably shacks up with him. All the hot ones are gay. And he may be good looking, but only some loser crazy person goes to the movies on a Friday night alone. It's, like, against the law not to have a date."

"Will you and your date kindly shut up? Some of us are trying to watch," I snapped. I was slightly frazzled about the me-shacking-up-with-Jameson comment. Hardly.

They jerked back in surprise, mouths agape. I smiled, flashing my fangs. I was totally enjoying this. The redhead gave an audible gasp. I turned back to the screen in satisfaction.

"God, he is so rude," the blond muttered. "They should keep out all the rude people."

"Yeah, I know, right? I highly doubt that you'd have made it past the guards," I said nastily. She gave me an unpleasant look which I returned with a comment I had heard on one of my parent's videos I wasn't supposed to watch. It was so offensive that even I blushed.

"He did not just say that."

"You can bet your lip hair remover that I just did," I retorted. "And by the way, you missed a spot while shaving this morning. It's right here." I then proceeded to dump my giant can of crème soda over her head. The blond started screaming and ran for the door with the redhead hot on her heels wearing an alarmed expression.

The couple broke apart from each other's lips to stare at me. I made a rude hand signal and they went back to kissing again.

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After the movie, I collected my stuff from the Mansion and set up my art studio in the cemetery. A heavy fog was rolling in and cascading over the tombstones. The moon was a parchment color —the standard coloring for a harvest moon— and the night sky had a purple hue to it, the stars shimmering and twinkling like someone threw an oceanful of glitter into it.

I had brought only three cans with me today. Purple, blue, and red. This was going to be more challenging than normal. Why didn't I bring my water colors tonight? My grip intensified around my lucky black paintbrush.

Paint splattered everywhere as I stroked as lightly as I could —which wasn't light at all. But after two hours worth of hard work and talent, I managed to make it resemble the graveyard.

Happy with what I had done, I wiped my mouth and accidentally smudged red paint on my chin. That reminded me —I had skipped lunch and breakfast. I scampered out of the pen gate and started the hike to Benson hill, where the Mansion was perched.

Earth made a squelching sound as I trudged through the mud. And then it happened. Headlights blared out of nowhere again. Luckily, I had had enough experience to change immediately. One time after being hit by an oncoming vehicle was enough to hone my reflexes.

The red Camaro drifted to a stop and a blond guy hopped out to inspect the place where I had been standing. My paint and my picture were in the bushes close by him.

After seeing that I was no where in sight, the guy shrugged and sped off.

I waited until I was sure no one was around before retrieving my painting.

Why is it I couldn't go anywhere without seeing that guy? I'd much rather see more of Raven Madison.

I wondered about my horrible fortune as I walked home.

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Jameson had gone to the Armstrong Travel Agency to get my parent's tickets to freedom. He told me about it in excruciating detail, boring me to an early death. That is, if I could actually die.

"And then there was a strange girl hiding behind a paper copier," he finished. I nodded politely but without interest.

After he was done recalling all that, I escaped to the den to watch some TV.

I relaxed on the black leather sofa and turned on the plasma screen.

Alright, I think it's pretty safe to say that I was bored. After watching three episodes of Inuyasha and finishing a full bottle of Coke, I started to zone out. I barely paid attention to Blood+ that was rerunning on adultswim. And I really liked those animes, too.

I ran to the bathroom and took a long shower. The hot water felt amazing. I lathered up my new Tag shampoo that was released in Romania and had yet to be released to the America populace. All my knotted up muscles relaxed, and by the time I came out I felt like a new man. A man that smelt like a pine tree.

After throwing on some black lounge pants and a really old Three Days Grace shirt, I went upstairs to get some well deserved z's. But before I did, I gulped down way more then the recommended dose of cold pills. I know that doing that isn't so smart, but hey—I was bored and willing to try anything for kicks.

By the time my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.