The night had begun to wane as Molly and Freddy left the parking lot of the
7-11 a few weeks later. They had spent almost 2 hours there since Molly got
off of work at 8 o'clock. She had to work overtime that night. It was
almost time to go back to school and with every new school year came a new
set of records for the people who most visited Flipside. While sipping on
their Slurpee's, Freddy and Molly sung at the top of their lungs to Molly's
Sublime CD that she had just bought for her 5 finger discount at her job.
Molly's favorite band was Sublime. She loved Ska music more than most any
other genre of music. Rock came in a close second. Freddy didn't normally
listen to stuff like Sublime, but he was a child of the 90's, so it was
almost impossible not to know Sublime. All the sudden he had taken a liking
to their smooth beats and horns in the background. Maybe we should consider
a brass section for School of Rock. Freddy thought to himself as he turned
the car in the direction of Molly's house as she directed him.
"Oh, turn left up here!" She shouted over the music with a mouth full of cold blue slush. Molly caught a glimpse of herself in the side view mirror. Her lips were bright blue, along with her tongue.
"One left turn!" Freddy called and turned the car abruptly onto the left side street.
"Freddy! You're gonna get us killed, you asshole!" She yelled. Freddy just wiggled his eyebrows and grinned devilishly. Molly laughed and cranked up the volume as loud as it could, and rolled down both the windows.
"I love this song!" She said and took the last few sips of her slurpee. Freddy sang along again the best he could.
Annie's 12 years old in two more she'll be a whore. Nobody ever told her it's the wrong way. Don't be afraid with the quickness you get laid. For the family get paid, it's the wrong way. I gave her all that I had to give. I'm gonna make it hard to live. Salty tears running down her chin, it ruins up her makeup I never wanted A cigarette pressed between her lips But I'm staring at her tits, it's the wrong way. Strong as I can, but I am only a man. So I take her to the can it's the wrong way!
"Oh, shit, shit, right here!" Molly said, pointing to a white house with green shutters and an equally green mailbox reading "MARKOWITZ" except the Z was beginning to chip off. Freddy wheeled his gray old BMW into the driveway and turned down the music.
"Nice place." Freddy said with an approving nod.
"It's a shit hole inside." Molly said with a shrug. "Wanna come in and have a drink?" Freddy looked at her with a quirked eyebrow. Molly bit her bottom lip as she unbuckled her seatbelt, embarrassed.
"Shit, you don't drink, do you?" Molly came to her conclusion quietly, and quite embarrassed that she had just offered Freddy alcohol when he didn't drink. Freddy shook his head.
"No, it's not that. I drink, it's just, your parents just let you drink?" Molly looked relived and laughed, running her hands through her hair and messing it up quite badly. Freddy's orange tinted lips pulled into a smile at the sight of her hair.
"My parents are out of town for the week. Some big conference in Wyoming or some obscure state like that. It's cool, you can come inside." Molly said, opening the door and getting out. The wind bit at her bare arms and combed through her hair like a white hot comb. She pulled her Reggie and the Full Effect sweatshirt tighter across her body, and ran up toward the house, pulling her keys out of her back pocket and finding the one of the car. Freddy jogged up to the front door as well. Shivering as he held his arms tighter. Freddy, being the genius that he was, thought he was just too cool to wear a jacket and settled for a flimsy black long sleeved t- shirt with a skateboarding label written sideways on the sleeve. They had been rolled up in his signature style the entire car ride, trying to show off his developing arm muscles. But now the wind howled and attacked so bad he pulled them both down and wrapped them around his fingers. Finally after minutes of fidgeting and fighting with the freezing cold metal key, Freddy was welcomed into the Markowitz household. It was as warm and inviting as Molly's smile was. Especially on an excruciating cold nights like this one. Molly kicked off her shoes and disappeared down the hallway and into the kitchen which was visible from the door. Freddy bent down and began un- tying the laces to his big, scuffed up black boots. He studied Molly's shoes as he sat on the floor playing cat's cradle with the black laces. Her shoes were small, incredibly small compared to Freddy's. They were rounded and almost cartoonish looking. Black with silver stripes and a silver bottom. A quick look at the heel discovered that they were a brand called Sugar Shoes. Girls. Freddy thought. I'll never understand.
"Two hot glasses of hot chocolate rum." Molly called, appearing in the end of the hallway where the kitchen table was. Freddy wiggled his toes inside his socks to make sure he could feel all of them. His cheeks were pink, as well as the tips of his ears and they had only been outside for a minute at the most. Pushing a button on his watch, it lit up blue and it was revealed to him that it was an astonishing 19 degrees. It usually never got this cold during the fall where he lived. It hardly got that cold during the winter, come to think. Freddy took one of the glasses that Molly was holding. He could see the steam rising up in the beer mug.
"It's a weird combination, I know, but I promise it's good." Molly said, pulling a bottle of Jack Daniels down from cupboard atop the refrigerator.
"Have you met my friend Jack? He's a swell fellow." She wrinkled her nose with a blue tongued smile. Freddy laughed and nearly choked on his own spit. Molly picked up her beer mug and looked at Freddy.
"Here's to a small world." Freddy said, extending his glass.
"A small and whole new world." Molly added, and then did the same. Clink.
"Oh, turn left up here!" She shouted over the music with a mouth full of cold blue slush. Molly caught a glimpse of herself in the side view mirror. Her lips were bright blue, along with her tongue.
"One left turn!" Freddy called and turned the car abruptly onto the left side street.
"Freddy! You're gonna get us killed, you asshole!" She yelled. Freddy just wiggled his eyebrows and grinned devilishly. Molly laughed and cranked up the volume as loud as it could, and rolled down both the windows.
"I love this song!" She said and took the last few sips of her slurpee. Freddy sang along again the best he could.
Annie's 12 years old in two more she'll be a whore. Nobody ever told her it's the wrong way. Don't be afraid with the quickness you get laid. For the family get paid, it's the wrong way. I gave her all that I had to give. I'm gonna make it hard to live. Salty tears running down her chin, it ruins up her makeup I never wanted A cigarette pressed between her lips But I'm staring at her tits, it's the wrong way. Strong as I can, but I am only a man. So I take her to the can it's the wrong way!
"Oh, shit, shit, right here!" Molly said, pointing to a white house with green shutters and an equally green mailbox reading "MARKOWITZ" except the Z was beginning to chip off. Freddy wheeled his gray old BMW into the driveway and turned down the music.
"Nice place." Freddy said with an approving nod.
"It's a shit hole inside." Molly said with a shrug. "Wanna come in and have a drink?" Freddy looked at her with a quirked eyebrow. Molly bit her bottom lip as she unbuckled her seatbelt, embarrassed.
"Shit, you don't drink, do you?" Molly came to her conclusion quietly, and quite embarrassed that she had just offered Freddy alcohol when he didn't drink. Freddy shook his head.
"No, it's not that. I drink, it's just, your parents just let you drink?" Molly looked relived and laughed, running her hands through her hair and messing it up quite badly. Freddy's orange tinted lips pulled into a smile at the sight of her hair.
"My parents are out of town for the week. Some big conference in Wyoming or some obscure state like that. It's cool, you can come inside." Molly said, opening the door and getting out. The wind bit at her bare arms and combed through her hair like a white hot comb. She pulled her Reggie and the Full Effect sweatshirt tighter across her body, and ran up toward the house, pulling her keys out of her back pocket and finding the one of the car. Freddy jogged up to the front door as well. Shivering as he held his arms tighter. Freddy, being the genius that he was, thought he was just too cool to wear a jacket and settled for a flimsy black long sleeved t- shirt with a skateboarding label written sideways on the sleeve. They had been rolled up in his signature style the entire car ride, trying to show off his developing arm muscles. But now the wind howled and attacked so bad he pulled them both down and wrapped them around his fingers. Finally after minutes of fidgeting and fighting with the freezing cold metal key, Freddy was welcomed into the Markowitz household. It was as warm and inviting as Molly's smile was. Especially on an excruciating cold nights like this one. Molly kicked off her shoes and disappeared down the hallway and into the kitchen which was visible from the door. Freddy bent down and began un- tying the laces to his big, scuffed up black boots. He studied Molly's shoes as he sat on the floor playing cat's cradle with the black laces. Her shoes were small, incredibly small compared to Freddy's. They were rounded and almost cartoonish looking. Black with silver stripes and a silver bottom. A quick look at the heel discovered that they were a brand called Sugar Shoes. Girls. Freddy thought. I'll never understand.
"Two hot glasses of hot chocolate rum." Molly called, appearing in the end of the hallway where the kitchen table was. Freddy wiggled his toes inside his socks to make sure he could feel all of them. His cheeks were pink, as well as the tips of his ears and they had only been outside for a minute at the most. Pushing a button on his watch, it lit up blue and it was revealed to him that it was an astonishing 19 degrees. It usually never got this cold during the fall where he lived. It hardly got that cold during the winter, come to think. Freddy took one of the glasses that Molly was holding. He could see the steam rising up in the beer mug.
"It's a weird combination, I know, but I promise it's good." Molly said, pulling a bottle of Jack Daniels down from cupboard atop the refrigerator.
"Have you met my friend Jack? He's a swell fellow." She wrinkled her nose with a blue tongued smile. Freddy laughed and nearly choked on his own spit. Molly picked up her beer mug and looked at Freddy.
"Here's to a small world." Freddy said, extending his glass.
"A small and whole new world." Molly added, and then did the same. Clink.
