Back to the ceiling. I really do go off on too many tangents.
I sat up, and pulled on an old black sweater of mine. I put a little gel on my short black hair. It spikes really nice now.
I walked out of my room into the kitchen. Of course, Johnny was still in his room. His door was closed, and probably double-bolted, too, after last week's 'sleepwalking episode.' I hoped he would come out soon. It's not like he was asleep.
I opened the fridge, and to my surprise, we had eggs. You know what that means….
PANCAKES!
I love pancakes. It would be waffles, cept I don't have a waffle iron. Too bad… maybe I'll buy one… I got out the eggs, and the flour and all the rest of the pancake stuff. I turned on the stove, and put a pan on it. I mixed up all the pancake stuff and poured it into the pan. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm normally really good at making pancakes. Exept this time, I REALLY wanted to find out what would happen it I tried to make a really BIG pancake. So I poured all the batter into the pan. It was Ok, untill I tried to flip it. Then it kinda fell apart. So I scrambled it. Yum.
(THIS DOES NOT REALLY WORK! I tried it, so believe me. It was alternately burned and raw, so this is why I don't let my dad cook anymore.)
When Johnny came into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes, I had a very nice breakfast made. I put half of it in a bowl for him. Yes, we actually have bowls now. You wouldn't believe the living habits of bachelors. Skettios right out of the can, and brainfreezys. Geez.
I ate mine with a spork. I love sporks. They are my favorite utensils. I even like the name: spork. It disturbs Johnny how I eat EVRYTHING with a spork. Hehe. Spork.
"This is pretty good. What is it?"
"Scrambled pancakes."
"Intersting. How would you think of that?"
"I's CREATIVE!"
"No doubt about that…"
"What does THAT MEAN?"
"Nothing…"
"Ok…" I glared suspiciously. He played innocent.
"At least it's better than your American cheese and pork 'n' beans TACOS."
(Another time I let my dad 'cook')
"HEY! If you hadn't burned the PIZZA, I wouldn't have had to improvise."
"Will you two shut up? Sheesh, you should go OUT sometime."
"Shut up, MEAT."
"I wanna know why all you ever say to me is 'shut up'."
"Cuz you never LISTEN." He had nothing to say to that.
"I wanna know why you can hear the voices in my head."
"I'm just lucky, I guess."
"Ok. Whatever. You know, we really should go out sometime."
"I wanna go to Taco Hell."
"No, seriously GO OUT."
"Like on a date?"
"Yeah…"
"Ok. But you can't kill anyone. That really kinda spooks me."
"Deal."
"When do you want to go?"
"How bout today? I know JUST the place."
That night.
The dance club was a little louder than I remembered, a little darker. Maybe it was just the black lights. The floor was white, and that's how they LIT the place. A bunch of people were dancing, but the style seemed to have changed since the last time I was here. Johnny regarded the dance floor with a kind of mortal fear, so I decided to steer SHTRAIGHT INTO THE MIDDLE! Hahahaha. I am an evil Marissa.
I started dancing exactly the way I remembered. Who cares if no one else was doing the same thing? Conformity is not all it's cracked up to be. Johnny tried. I know he did. But he wasn't really good at it. It was kinda funny. But he didn't dislike it. Actually, he kept laughing. Which is kinda weird, he doesn't laugh much.
Kind of a lot of people laughed at us, but we deserved it because our style was at least four hundred miles from anyone else's. I guess it must be a big deal for Johnny to get made fun of it. He has serious issues with it. I could see him in his mind doing horrible things to all the laughing people. Thank goodness no one used the word 'wacky.' I think his brain might have overloaded. Violently.
After an hour and a half, I got hungry so we went to the bar. I got a cheeseburger. Mmmm. Cheeseburger. He wasn't gonna eat anything, but I made him. While lots of fun, it isn't healthy to live on brainfreezys, skettios, and assorted snacks. I wondered for a moment if he wouldn't order in Vietnamese or something just cuz he's nuts.
I did that once. I ordered a freeze dried sofa with a side of sprinkles. I looked up the words on the internet. the internet is cool. You can find EVRYTHING on the internet. And I did it on purpose. The poor waiter at Applebees had NO IDEA what I was talking about.
But he didn't. He just got an order of French fries. BIG fries. They have that as a specialty here. With lots of salt. I love salt…
"You know, it's kinda nice to go out somewhere besides 24/7."
"Yeah…" He kept looking at me kinda funny. Not a bad funny, like a happy funny.
"We should do this more. It's getting annoying never talking to anyone besides Rev. MEAT and Elijah."
"Elijah's not so bad. You don't have him with you, do you?"
"No…I wanted a little privacy for once."
"That's cool." I leaned forward a little. Unfortunatly just then the song changed from romantic to HARD ROCK. Johnny cringed. I noticed upon settling down he ended up a little closer, too. I smiled. His brown eyes looked into mine. He grinned too.
---FLASHBACK-
"NO! I told you it's OVER! You're DRUNK, Brett."
"Aw, c'mon baby… don't be like that. Why don't we just talk this over… come sit down."
"I'm staying over here."
"What, you kiss me once and that means it's over? Do you have a COLLECTION or something?"
"NO! That's it, I didn't kiss you, you kissed me and I didn't WANT to. That's why I was pushing AWAY!"
"Let's try it just ONE more time…"
"NO! GET AWAY! Let GO!"
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"Marissa? Are you OK? Marissa?" I focused on the hand waving in front of my face.
"Yeah. Um…having a thought. Never mind..."
"You have a look of horror on your face. What the heck are you thinking about?"
"Nothing, OK? It's something I want to forget."
"Okay…"
We ate in silence for a minute. I couldn't believe I had lapsed into THAT memory. Why can't I block these things out? It's MY mind. I should be able to think anything I want. I realized I had pretty much ruined any romantic aura we had had.
"Wanna go back up to the cliffs? It's a full moon tonite."
"Ok. I'll drive." At least he didn't want to go home.
I sat on the roof of the car, and stared out at the rising orb. The moon was still orange, and huge, in perspective to the tiny buildings around it. Next to me, Johnny shivered.
"I've got a blanket in the back if you want it." I told him.
He jumped off the roof and went around back to get the blanket. He returned, and wrapped it around him. It was funny looking. I had a HUGE blanket, and he was so little. I grabbed a corner, and pulled it around my shoulders. He moved a little closer, and we sat there under the blanket staring at the moon. It slowly rose and shrunk. The little people below it scurried and rushed, oblivious to the huge expanse of stars above them. They saw it, but did not comprehend the sheer magnitude of beauty that they saw. It is the same with everything. They see, but do not comprehend. Sigh.
"Look at that green car." I said, pointing. "It's been going around that block forever. I wonder what he's doing."
"Who cares!"
"I care! What do you think he's doing?"
"I have no idea."
"Oh, c'mon. speculate."
"Probably trying to impress girls with his new car"
"See? That wasn't so hard. I think he's trying to make himself dizzy."
"Maybe he's lost."
"Maybe he wants to see if it'll change."
"Heh. Yeah, maybe."
I looked up at him. He had a thoughtful look on his face.
"Stop thinking."
He closed one eye, than the other. He got that 'ice cream headache' look.
"I can't."
"I know. I try to do that all the time, and I can't. Still, it's something to do."
"Yeah, I guess." I leaned up toward him and kissed his cheek. He looked a little surprised. Then he leaned down and kissed me back. I grinned, and pulled the blanket over our heads.
And no one came up the road.
A/N sorry I havn't written in a while. I was reading this... how did they find enough episodes for a marathon? I dunno. I've got several ideas for this...I donno what I'm gonna do. Stick with me. NO! DON'T HIT ME WITH THE STICK! OW! Ahem. Sorrry. Had a little episode there...(It's the ritalin)