I just stood there staring at her back, wondering if this was for real, if a girl could actually do that to a guy. I gave up trying to understand and walked up to the Cohen's house, my home. I reached the door and looked back, she was still there sitting on the curb, I turn back shake my head in confusion and walk inside.
I can hear Sandy and Kirsten talking in the kitchen as I walk into the front hallway. It sounds like Sandy's pleading with Kirsten, as if he is trying to convince her to take in a lost puppy he had found. I walk into the kitchen and the conversation stops as if it had never happened.
I'm used to it by now, but I don't take it to heart. I pretend I didn't hear them and try to start a new conversation.
"Do you guys know that there is a girl sitting in front of the house?"
Kirsten and Sandy looked at me and then looked at each other and then looked at me again. Kirsten grabs a napkin and starts dabbing my lip with it.
"Ryan, your lip is bleeding. What happened?"
I take the napkin from her and did the same thing she did.
"Nothing, I just bit my lip. So, I'm guessing you know who she is"
Kirsten looks down at her hands as Sandy all of a sudden becomes interested with the ceiling. He finally loses interest and looks at me again.
"Yes son, we do know who she is and why she is here for a matter of fact." He hesitates.
"And...?"
"And...if Kirsten agrees, she might be living with us for a while."
"How long is a while?" I ask, secretly hoping a while means an hour.
"Well until she is out of trouble."
It hits me; she is basically the girl version of me. I wouldn't be surprised if she was from Chino too.
"Sandy, I have decided"
Sandy and I both turn to Kirsten.
"She can stay. She can sleep in the guest bedroom."
Sandy gave his Sandy Cohen smiles as he turned to go outside and get her. I look at Kirsten with utter shock and disapproval.
"What? I let you stay here too and plus I always wanted a girl in the house anyway."
I scoffed and said "Not this kind of girl"
Before Kirsten could reply, Sandy and 'her' came in. She walked into the room as if she had lived here her whole life.
She dragged her biker-like boots into the room as if she couldn't lift her feet. I now noticed that she had blue black hair and black ace bandages wrapped around her hands and wrists with skulls drawn on them. She had tight black T-shirt on and her jeans were barely put together because of all of the holes in them. She has her eyebrows pierced, her nose pierced and about ten holes in each of her ears.
I turn to look at Kirsten's face and it is priceless, her jaw has hit the floor and her eyeballs have popped out of her head.
"Kirsten, Ryan, this is Donna. Donna this is Kirsten and Ryan"
"Nice to meet you Mrs. Cohen, Ryan."
She walks up to me, looks at my lip and whispers in my ear "Ouch, that must-of hurt like a bitch."
