That summer I wanted to see a familiar face, to make me forget the profession that became a last resort for making money.
The minute I was ready to say something, I felt like I lost my voice. After all he was the guy who I had been madly in love with from the start, the minute my friends had dragged me to Club 47 for a birthday bash celebration. We did everything; From sleeping over at each other's houses, seeing movies, playing video games, and even going to events and festivals like amusement parks. He was the only one who could talk me into the Bungee jumping. Just by saying these few simple words, He was also the guy who broke my heart being with another girl, and I still could never forgive him for that.
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On my breaks, Remy and I would sit on the crates right beside the drive thru watching the world just past out by. Remy I had known before my world was turned upside down. She was the one who recommended going to Club 47 that none of us had ever heard of before. I always had a pen or pencil behind my ear and some blank lined paper, being an underground writer, just like Inuyasha had been an underground musician at one point.
" Your still holding that pencil in your hand. You haven't given up that dream have you?"
Remy questioned knowing I had always dreamt of this before I was even liable to speak sentences. She grabbed her Number 7 cigarettes from her back pocket, slowly cupping her hand over the cigarette watching embers glowing from black to a orangey red. She inhaled, slowly exhaling facing the other direction knowing I hated that scent.
"Always. Luckily I have an apartment, and even a job. Before I had nothing. Inuyasha did help me a lot whether he realized that or not. Even when he knew I hated his guts, he still insisted on taking me away from there. If he could be a world time musician, then I can be the same. Only a writer. When you pick up a book you'll go Wham! Everything will have' by, Kagome Higurashi. You'll see!"
Remy didn't question it, she shook her head which was the least she could do. She quickly tied her red hair back into a ponytail, and threw her cigarette onto the pavement.
" I remember when you two were inseparable. You never believed any of us when you said you guys were meant to be. You two were the most affectionate people ever. He sung and you helped with many lyrics. How did he pay you back for that?"
Remy chimed knowing this was five years ago, which still didn't seem like a long time in my eyes. Everything was fresh in my mind. His long black hair sitting on his shoulders, and his unique green eyes that held everything he thought, and felt. The smile that always brought me into a fit of laughter.
" Mostly him treating me out for dinner or movies. He did credit me on his first album for some of the lyrics. His first album is probably sitting collecting dust in most record stores."
It was then I remembered the Birthday Bash, being only seventeen thinking that age was considered being extremely old. That night had been the wildest of any night I could ever remember, that didn't involve drinking or smoking. The bass of the music beating through us, standing and jumping through the crowds to the songs and the voices of many talented artists ready for stardom.
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" Do you even know where your going Mindy?"
Remy sat in the backseat her legs stuck between the front driver and the window. Her shoes were kicked to the bottom, and always too cool to wear a seatbelt like the rest of us.
Mindy stopped hard on the brake, almost bashing into the carrying truck at an intersection. It was obvious Mindy was a reckless driver, who loved speed and never really paid attention to things, only the hot guy in the pearl colored car in the next lane.
" For the last time,I do. know one the drummer, Mark from 'Bloody Strategy' He's a cutie." Mindy laughed.
Mindy turned the sharp corner forcing the bags of food, and pop careening over the right side then back to the left. I just kept my mouth shut waiting to pick up the birthday girl May, for her surprise birthday bash.
With Mindy and Remy in that car it was hell. Remy always had some rude comments, and Mindy would always have something to say back. It surprised anyone that they were friends since Remy had the attitude of caring less about anyone, and Mindy was the sweetheart who put herself on the lines for others.
" The only reason you know the drummer is probably because you slept with him. Or took your top off. One or the other."
Mindy just glared in the mirror seeing Remy arms crossed, both ready to kill each other. From my daze of seeing the surroundings of downtown, I smacked Remy enough to let her know she was doing it again.
" Can you two stop for once. You guys can fight later about who's a slut and who's not. We don't want to screw this whole birthday Bash for Sango tonight do we?"
Remy just twirled the red sucker and placed it in her mouth. She nodded, knowing she didn't get out all the anger out.
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The car was parked right outside a small village of townhouses. Sango , was in Valley; one of the nicest neighborhoods that barely had any crime, or even break ins. She hated living in a townhouse ever since her father had cheated on her mother and left to Sudbury without warning. It was a week just before her birthday, and still no phone call, no mail was for her from her father. It was then all three of us thought getting out of the house was the best bet.
Mindy honked the honk, seeing Sango running with her green purse flopping to the side of her arm and her golden retriever Maddy running straight behind her, placing its paws and nails against the finished paint of the car.
" Maddy. Stop that!"
Sango told him like he understood what exactly what she was saying. Her tone was enough to make Maddy sit and stop its tail from waving.
" Good boy!"
Sango repeated noticing their were a few tears streaking down her cheek, taking some of the black residue of eyeliner with it.
Before Mindy could comfort her and ask her to come to the passenger seat, she stood on the sidewalk patting Maddy's head who stood with his head half way in the car.
" Is it alright if Maddy comes with? He's been great comfort lately, and I'm worried my dad is going to hurt him like last time. I know there isn't a lot of room in the car…"
I smiled only because Maddy had never seemed more happier to go for a car ride. His tongue was hanging out slobbering on Mindy's shirt while Remy and I just watched her wipe it off knowing she was grossed out beyond belief.
" Sure. Let Maddy sit in the back with me and Kagome. He won't be a problem. He adores us, don't cha?"
Sango took her the passenger door, letting Maddy go first seeing how excited this dog was just to have other people surrounded by him. He was a huge dog that had to sit on me and Remy just for him to relax, and that's what we allowed him to do. He was stumbling, and tripping on the seatbelts considering he had one injured leg.
Maddy twirled around stepped and crushing Remy's foot who let out a scream that could be heard from miles.
" You idiot! Stay over there. Stay! Go sit with Kagome!"
The dog bowed down at the sound of her voice, the golden eyes were growing bigger with sadness. Remy wasn't the nicest person; She always had something wrong with her since she loved fighting the whole world. Her family wasn't the greatest; we barely hung out with her, and when we did it took her forever it be her happy, adorable self that only gifted people saw.
Maddy just laid in my arms contently, his tongue waggling from his mouth, watching it salivate from the summer heat.
Mindy buckled in Sango, slowly pulling away from the U shaped sidewalk, speeding into the main street. Mindy fixed her glasses on top of her head, while May's smile faded away- seeing her cheekbones disappear in the mix.
We waited for what seemed like hours at an intersection. Mindy just tapped her fingers on the steering wheel to the bubbly pop sensetation of repeative lyrics and the annoying jingles. It was thenSango unbuckled herself,who was ready to break down.
"Sango what the hell are you doing?" Mindy asked with a slight pause.
Sangograbbed a carton of cigarettes from her back pocket that she got cheap on the reserve. She wasn't addicted like Remy was. She mainly had them like an in case of emergy, mostly when she was stressed out. She flipped the top piece seeing there was only old gum sitting on the foil.
" Remy, can I bum a cig off of you?"
Remy shook her head out of her daze of the tunes, and nodded with delight even though she knewSango shouldn't even start. She placed the cigarette out, and took it back which caused May's eyebrows to narrow and raise.
" It's a bad habit. Remember how I started? I did it because of stress- here I am miss addicted."
Mindy just looked at Remy, knowing she always bragged about her addiction even if one person like me wanted a puff. She would give me the whole speech, while she was smoking her brains out like she was totally against it.
It was then I grabbed the cigarette from Remy's clutches and passed it kindly to Sango, who's crystal blue eyes were ready to pour tears.Sango just sniffed holding back the feeling, knowing she could smoke the stress off easily.
" Thanks Kagome. I know I shouldn't be smoking but-"
It was then the car flew forward, feeling myself jump out of my skin. The impact didn't seem like she hit a curb, it felt heavy and hard. Remy being too cool for a seatbelt had her head thrown towards her knees almost smacking into it. Sango's cigarette was now on the floor; with pink lipstick stained on the tip, and not even lit.
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Honking horns and yelling could be heard through the windows. Mindy was exhaling heavy, her back slopped against the seat, her hands away from the steering wheel as to she it wasn't her fault. Mindy had never been in an accident; That all surprised us. She was the one too busy flipping her locks of beautiful curly hair, talking on the phone, or making eye contact with a guy across the street. We knew it would happen eventually; just not like this.
" Oh my god.." Mindy whispered again and again, traumatized realizing she hit an old brown Chevy that had been in perfect condition.
We all stood in silence, while Remy was yelling at Mindy for being a blonde bimbo.
" Shut up I'm not a bimbo!"
" Yes you are! Keep your eyes on the road. Is it that hard to do!"
In the midsts of their famous fighting, I saw the owner of the Chevy finally step out as if he was oncue. He was this tall, lanky looking guy that seemed to be abit older, just by the heavy tone captured in his face. His blonde hair swayed in the wind perfectly, and his blue eyes pierced right at Mindy. He was dressed very clean, Black T-shirt with an rock band logo in white writing.
" Mindy…there's the owner on the Chevy right there. You might want to fight with him- considering you damaged his pride and joy."
I told her preparing her to get ready of the ranting and raving of a teenager guy. The way he walked was enough to make us all nervous, even though we weren't even the ones behind the wheel. Mindy stricken in panic tapped her fingers, ready to endure a nervous breakdown.
He carefully knocked on the window, the banging of his knuckles against glass caused Maddy to howl profoundly. Maddy never seemed that defensive, maybe because he didn't like guys that much. He just loved ripping them apart.
" Here we go…"
Mindy swallowed crossing her fingers, rolling down the window. She placed her famous Hollywood smile that were blinding to anyone's eye. She licked her strawberry lip gloss, swinging her leg that indicted extreme nervousness.
" I'm so sorry sir! I've never done this before- I'll pay for all the damages I can!"
His arms softly rested on the sides of the window. From the appearance of his arms could tell he was a guy that meant business, the type who worked on fitness every chance he could get. It was then he wagered his finger, his aviators glasses slowly slipping towards his nose, enough to see his crystal blue eyes.
" Step out of the car for a moment…."
His tone was heavy, and was really scary. Mindy looked at me as a signal to save her, just in case anything got out of hand. After all this handsome guy was a stranger, that was capable of doing anything if he liked.
Quickly I slammed the door and ran over to the beautiful waxed and maintained, Chevy. In the back window were shadowed figures who's faces were watching through the glass like a movie. I shook my head, and stood in-between Mindy and this angry looking guy.
" I'd like to show you exactly what you did…Both of you…"