The day went by pretty fast after that. Probably because I took a shower that lasted half an hour, and couldn't find my boots. I had kicked them under my bed last night, whilst I stewed in my pity, (much like a rump roast does when it has a bad day.) It took me half an hour to find them again, and by that time, I had lost all my will to go to the mall or anywhere far away with my thirty dollars. I would have had to ride my bike to the mall or bum a ride off of a friend, and that just didn't seem like it was happening.

I want my license.

I desperately want my license.

I want the keys to my car.

I desperately want the keys to my car.

Around 1:45 I left my house on my bike, and headed to the Barnes and Noble which is a few blocks away from my house. My bike is old and ugly and red, and I am pretty sure needs more air in the tires, because they feel all squishy. My tires are squishy. This is surely a sign of the apocolypse.

I would like to take this moment to tell you what a pain in the ass it is to ride even a few blocks on a bike with no air in it's tires, while you have on combat boots.

Maybe I should have worn my sneakers, but those are in desperate need of washing.

My sneakers are so...saturated in stink that they themselves don't only stink, but the air around them, and usually my shorts after I wear them. They are a form of nasty that isn't in the books.

It's sick.

Nughhh. There is something calming, and reasurring about spending your time in a Barnes and Noble. Maybe it's because the air always has the soothing smell of coffee, and old books, or maybe it's because no one bugs you when you are wandering around with twelve comic books and a giant print karma sutra, or it could be the fact that they have big cushy chairs. It's probably the chairs. The Barnes and Nobles is a little utopian society attached to a mini-mall, and the chairs just enhance that fact.



Needless to say, I spend my thirty bucks, on CDs, and comic books as usual and returned home a tad bit wiser, and a whole lot poorer.

I also got a peice of cheesecake from my friend Hilde who works at the cafe.

Good old Hilde. How I love that crazy ass clown.

Anyway...after riding to and from Barnes and Noble, I am a little tired so I go upstairs to sleep it off. I'm all cozy and warm, and in my fantasy world where the pillow I am cuddling is Heero, and we are married, and somehow have children but still find time for mind-blowing sex marathons. I am just getting to the part where Heero is unbraiding my hair with his left hand and sweetly caressing my butt with his right, and telling me what beautiful, non-freakish purple, song inspiring, eyes I have...when the phone rings.

For me.

I am assuming, because I live in this house, and my parents aren't home, and their friends always call them on their cell phones.

Let it ring I say to myself.

It does.

And it does.

And it does.

And whoever the hell it is that is calling me wouldn't give up. I drag my ass out of bed, and wander downstairs.

To the phone.

That wouldn't stop ringing.

"Hello?"

"Duo..."

It's Quatre. Lovely Quatre. Who has a boyfriend of his very own, and has had for so long that he doesn't remember what it is like to be single...and need to cuddle up to your pillow and pretend your in love with it every once in a while to help yourself to sleep. Quatre has a boyfriend. He doesn't need sleep. Remind me to kill him.

And Trowa.

They will leave lovely corpses.

Hopefully. Otherwise I'll throw them in a dumpster, and plead drunkness at the time of the murder.

Or something like that.

I wonder if you can excuse yourself from murdering people if you are really really drunk. I wonder if the court says that's an ok excuse. 'Well your honor...I was drunk...' and then the judge says 'Oh...ok man...just don't do it again.'

Think that happens? Maybe that's what happened with OJ Simpson.

"DUDE DUO!!!" Quatre squeaks.

"Yes?"

"Heero's coming to the party right?" Why is he asking me this? It's his party, he envited everyone didn't he? He should know if Heero is coming or not. The very mention of Heero's name has started my heart hammering in my chest though. Damn it, damn it, damn it.

"I think so...didn't you envite him?"

"Of course I did...yeah he's coming...but he just called me..."

"Wonderful." I didn't mean for that to come out sarcastically...it just did.

"He isn't bringing Relena though...they are on a break..."

"SERIOUSLY?" I manage. I think I am chocking on my own saliva.

In my brain there is a clip of Ren and Stimpy. Stimpy is singing the 'happy happy joy joy' song.