Roaming 'round your house /
Wasting your time /
No obligation, just /
Wasting your time...
"I don't know, I mean, I guess I'm just burned out. I have no desire to do much of anything. And even if I did, what difference would it make, you know?" Jeff shoved his hands in his pockets and walked with his usual saunter, shoulder's slightly slumped, relaxed yet quick steps.
"Totally," Bee-Bee said, looking at Jeff with a smile, tucking her blond hair behind one ear.
"I mean, I don't know, it just makes you think. This whole thing has got me thinking, what are we here for? Why are we on this fucking planet in the first place?" Jeff looked up at the stars then back down at the ground and shook his head.
"Sometimes I feel really small, like nothing I do could ever amount to anything. I mean, I really wanna help people and make a difference and shit, but nothing I can think of to do would ever be big enough to really matter." Bee-Bee's eyes were also drawn skyward and she looked at the stars for a while as they walked together down the dark street.
Wasting your time /
When you could be with me /
Wasting your time ...
"Yeah." Jeff looked around at the traffic lights that were blinking now, which happened this time of night. He watched as a white Nissan Sentra went by about 20 miles and hour over the speed limit around the bend. He took a deep breath of the night air and tried to think of a way to tell Bee-Bee how glad he was that she was okay. "So… you've been doing okay lately?"
"I guess," she answered, staring ahead.
"When did you get out?"
"Saturday was my last day, but I go back every Saturday now, just for them to check up on me and junk. My mom's freakin out, and I'm just trying to figure out who the hell I am, you know?"
"Yeah. Definitely." Jeff couldn't think of anything else to say to her. Luckily, she decided to take over the conversation.
With nothing else to do /
May I waste your time too?
"Has Tim been doing all right?" She looked up at Jeff at the same moment he looked at her, and he remembered how nice she always was to him, to everyone.
"Yeah. I guess. I mean, he's… the same. As ever. Always been real bright and cheery," Jeff said with a scoff. She laughed a little, tucking her hair behind her ear again. "Heard from, uh, Sooze at all?" Something Jeff had been wanting to ask, purposefully mentioned quite casually
. "No, not since the night she left. Hope she's doing all right," Bee-Bee said thoughtfully.
"Yeah," Jeff answered for lack of anything else to say.
"Wonder if Buff's all right… if he's having fun," Bee-Bee kept the conversation going.
"You kidding? Buff would have fun ANYWHERE. I mean he had fun in BURNFIELD, let alone LA." Jeff and Bee-Bee both laughed a little.
Wasting your time /
Smoking cigarettes /
Wasting your time...
"Here we are," she said with a slight smile "Thanks for walking me home, Jeff, but you better leave quick. If my mom sees you she'll freak out again…" "Oh, all right, no problem… well, uh, good night Bee-Bee," Jeff said, placing a hand on her shoulder briefly as she turned to go inside. She smiled at him, then quickly and silently entered her dark house unnoticed.
Jeff sighed and turned to leave. He looked up at the stars again and took a deep breath. At an intersection between the road to his house and the road to Circle A, he decided he couldn't sleep just yet. He turned left to go back to Circle A, to see if Tim was still out there. He had no idea just what he'd find…
Seeing the reflections of lights off a building nearby, Jeff started jogging, curiously trying to see what was happening. Finally getting close enough, he was able to see an ambulance and two police cars pulled up in front of the Circle A. He was looking around frantically for Tim, but to no avail. He tried to run up to find out what happened, but one look from a horrified Nazeer (and a threat from a policeman) kept him out of reach. Making a couple of full circles around the building, and a few visits to the van, he saw no sign of Tim. He sighed and realized how late it was getting. He turned around to go home, hoping it would all get sorted out in the morning. Laying in his pup tent in the garage, hearing the sirens fade out in the distance, he had a million thoughts swirling around in his head and was as far away from sleep as he'd ever been.
Wasting your time /
Applying myself to /
Wasting your time.
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SONG: "Wasting Your Time," by Green Day
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