The day went on much like that. I was having a blast, but not nearly as
much fun as I knew I would have when I finally got to meet Trent.
After school let out for the day, I began to walk home with Daria and Jane, although I didn't know exactly where in Lawndale I was supposed to be staying. When we got to Jane's house, she invited Daria and me in. My heart started to beat faster, just knowing that the cartoon heartthrob was right inside. Of course, I accepted, and followed the two into the Lane household.
The second we walked in, there he was. Trent Lane, asleep on the couch.
"We're home, Trent," said Jane, waking up her brother.
"What? Oh," said Trent, sitting up. He looked even better in real life, or should I say, death. "Hi Jane, Daria and uh, Jane's friend." This was odd. It seemed as though Trent was the only one in Lawndale who didn't already know who I was.
"Oh yeah. Trent, this is Katie. Katie, this is Trent, but then again, you already knew that." Jane nudged me with her elbow. "I'm going out to the kitchen to make some smoothies. You guys want one?"
"Sure," said Trent and me in unison.
"I'll go and help you," said Daria, following Jane into the kitchen. Trent and I were sitting alone on the couch. I couldn't believe it, but now there was a dilemma. What the hell was I supposed to say? I said the first thing I could think of.
"So, Trent. I hear you play in a band."
"Yup. Well, when I'm awake anyway," he said in the scratchy voice that I love, smiling.
"I play guitar too."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I have an Ibanez SA160." It was then that I realized my guitar, my baby, probably hadn't come with me to the afterlife. But who cares? This was much better.
"No way. If had any ambition I'd sell mine to get a sweet guitar like that."
Just then, a black and white cat walked in. At first I was confused, because I knew the Lanes didn't have a cat, but after a second glance, I realized something. It was my cat! It was the animated version of Oreo, my cat! My other baby! Knowing that I would also be with my cat now that I'm dead was almost as exciting as being with Trent.
"This is my cat, Oreo. We found him stray this morning, and I've already become too attached to take him to a shelter or anything." Oreo walked over to the couch. Trent scratched under the cat's chin. The perfect cat and the perfect guy. It was just so.well, perfect! "He plays fetch too. Did you know that?" His eyes lit up every time he talked about hit cat. My cat. It was amazing.
"Yes, I know." He looked oddly confused that I knew, but I didn't explain anything to him. I could hardly believe that I was dead and this was the afterlife myself, so I didn't want to confuse Trent even more.
"So, Katie, you want to come with my band next weekend? We're playing out-of-town, and you could ride along in the van if you want." Daria and Jane were just returning with the smoothies.
Daria warned me, "Katie, you should be aware that you will be riding in a van that reeks of testosterone and human excrement with four guys who are asleep ninety percent of the time, including the time they spend driving."
"Sure, Trent, I'd love to go."
Soon we left, and I was free to roam the streets of Lawndale on my own. Sure, I had no place to stay, but I had just met Trent Friggin Lane! And how bad could life on the streets of Lawndale be? I was sure that I would eventually find somewhere, but I wasn't too worried yet. I was just overwhelmed with the fact that I would soon be going on the trip of a lifetime with Trent Lane, even if my actual lifetime was over.
After school let out for the day, I began to walk home with Daria and Jane, although I didn't know exactly where in Lawndale I was supposed to be staying. When we got to Jane's house, she invited Daria and me in. My heart started to beat faster, just knowing that the cartoon heartthrob was right inside. Of course, I accepted, and followed the two into the Lane household.
The second we walked in, there he was. Trent Lane, asleep on the couch.
"We're home, Trent," said Jane, waking up her brother.
"What? Oh," said Trent, sitting up. He looked even better in real life, or should I say, death. "Hi Jane, Daria and uh, Jane's friend." This was odd. It seemed as though Trent was the only one in Lawndale who didn't already know who I was.
"Oh yeah. Trent, this is Katie. Katie, this is Trent, but then again, you already knew that." Jane nudged me with her elbow. "I'm going out to the kitchen to make some smoothies. You guys want one?"
"Sure," said Trent and me in unison.
"I'll go and help you," said Daria, following Jane into the kitchen. Trent and I were sitting alone on the couch. I couldn't believe it, but now there was a dilemma. What the hell was I supposed to say? I said the first thing I could think of.
"So, Trent. I hear you play in a band."
"Yup. Well, when I'm awake anyway," he said in the scratchy voice that I love, smiling.
"I play guitar too."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I have an Ibanez SA160." It was then that I realized my guitar, my baby, probably hadn't come with me to the afterlife. But who cares? This was much better.
"No way. If had any ambition I'd sell mine to get a sweet guitar like that."
Just then, a black and white cat walked in. At first I was confused, because I knew the Lanes didn't have a cat, but after a second glance, I realized something. It was my cat! It was the animated version of Oreo, my cat! My other baby! Knowing that I would also be with my cat now that I'm dead was almost as exciting as being with Trent.
"This is my cat, Oreo. We found him stray this morning, and I've already become too attached to take him to a shelter or anything." Oreo walked over to the couch. Trent scratched under the cat's chin. The perfect cat and the perfect guy. It was just so.well, perfect! "He plays fetch too. Did you know that?" His eyes lit up every time he talked about hit cat. My cat. It was amazing.
"Yes, I know." He looked oddly confused that I knew, but I didn't explain anything to him. I could hardly believe that I was dead and this was the afterlife myself, so I didn't want to confuse Trent even more.
"So, Katie, you want to come with my band next weekend? We're playing out-of-town, and you could ride along in the van if you want." Daria and Jane were just returning with the smoothies.
Daria warned me, "Katie, you should be aware that you will be riding in a van that reeks of testosterone and human excrement with four guys who are asleep ninety percent of the time, including the time they spend driving."
"Sure, Trent, I'd love to go."
Soon we left, and I was free to roam the streets of Lawndale on my own. Sure, I had no place to stay, but I had just met Trent Friggin Lane! And how bad could life on the streets of Lawndale be? I was sure that I would eventually find somewhere, but I wasn't too worried yet. I was just overwhelmed with the fact that I would soon be going on the trip of a lifetime with Trent Lane, even if my actual lifetime was over.