I just keep running and running. I don't know where I'm rushing to. I'm pretty sure that I can't go to Sammy's; after all, his mother would tell Raymundo where I am or where I'll be going. Maybe I can go to Lars and Twister's apartment. They moved out when Lars turned 18. Their mom, Mrs. Rodriguez, had had a set of twins recently. They wanted to give her space and gain their independence. I guess this is the way they thought was best.

            I run towards the city. It seems like there is this monster running after me and I can't do anything but flee from it. It keeps getting closer and closer, and that's when I run faster. I finally make it to the apartment out of breath.

            The lobby attendant is snoozing, so I casually let myself in. I make my way across the linoleum floor and my shoes squeak under the pressure of my weight. I press the up button on the elevator and examine myself in its sheen, polished doors. I'm a big mess. I take my comb out of my purse to fix my hair. I at least have to look presentable, right? It feels like hours before the elevator makes it way down, but at last I step inside. I push the button for floor #14. The elevator music is so soothing that I finally stop to catch my breath. I just realized that from my house to their apartment it's about 4 miles. I can't believe I ran that whole way without stopping for a breath. I'm really proud of that.

            I walk out into the hallway and find their room number. I ring the bell rapidly many times. Twister finally answers the door after the 65496784452310th ring. He is dressed in his boxers when he opens the door. I watch as he tries to comprehend the situation and rub the sleep out of his eyes at the same time. I simply say, "Hi."

He looks at me awkwardly and asks, "What's wrong? Wait, don't answer that and just come in." I just finish explaining the whole story to Twister when Lars wakes up. He looks at me, and then Twister, and then back at me. There's an awkward silence and I look at my feet. Finally he breaks it and asks, "Rocket Girl, what the fuck you doing here at this time of the night?" Oh God, I really don't want to tell my story again.

It takes me a trillion hours to retell my story. Lars and Twister look puzzled, but mostly sleepy. Lars has his eyes closed and so does Twister. One of them mutters, "Do you know what time it is?" I look at my watch and say quizzically, "4:45?"  Twister gets up and walks around the room cursing. He's very angry. He leans against the counter and yells, "I have to get up in fifteen minutes for work! Thanks Reggie!" I try to relieve some of the tension in the room so I try to be comical, "You're very…welcome." Bad idea, very bad idea that that was.

"I have to get up for work in 4 hours! I'm not going to make it through the day with only another 4 hours sleep!" he screams. Gosh, they sure have tempers.

"But I only wasted about fifteen minutes of your time, you know, you can like…I don't know, live through that?"

"REGGIE! It's going to take me a long time to get back to sleep."

"Oh." I look around the room, and Lars is snoozing. How typical and predictable of him. I throw the pillow at his face to muffle his snores. He startles himself. And me. He eventually gets up to go to sleep in his bed. He closes the door behind him, then realizing that he had just walked himself out into the hall. He saunters back in nonchalantly and says, "Wrong door." Leave it to the Rodriguez brothers to do that.