Chapter 3
Constance Montgomery was certainly having a great night! She was sitting with Thorvald in the passenger seat of his car, an old Volvo.
"I don't get it," said Clash. "I… I just don't get it. What's so special about me? I have no talent whatsoever… the Misfits used me for their dirty work, and that's… that's really all I'm good for. And you've all been so kind to me… why?"
"Do we need a reason?" Thorvald asked, shrugging. "Maybe we're just good people. There's good in the world if you know where to look. What the Misfits did to you was pure crap."
"Well… yeah but I… I can't sing or play any kind of instrument. All I have is… well…". She handed Thorvald a piece of paper. When he opened it, his eyes became as big as dinner plates.
All he could say was… "Damn, girl, you can draw!"
Constance's heart skipped a beat. "I have a degree in graphic design," she said. "The Nitwits relegated me to spy work, so I became a mistress of disguise."
"And you call yourself talentless," said Thorvald with a scoff. "You're a graphic artist. I'm sorry, but that's a talent."
"My cousin's Jerrica's music video director. I've resented her for years. She's always been the successful one. God, I am sick of being second fiddle!"
Thorvald cocked his head. "You aren't second fiddle, not the way I see it. What, you got a different skillset so you're inferior? Hell no! I'd say you're better than you give yourself credit for."
Constance was surprised; she'd always been thought of as trash! "W… what…?"
"You'll understand eventually… just keep bein' you. Whatever crap we go through because those Misfits wanna torment you… you're more than worth it."
"I'm… more than worth it…?" Her stomach felt like it was doing backflips. "What…?"
"Ah shnikeys! We gotta go! It's one in the morning, we need sleep!"
"Could you… can't we stay a little longer?"
"Why not?" Thorvald shrugged.
Constance rested her head on Thorvald's shoulder and sighed. "I guess I should work things out with my cousin," she said drowsily. "Just… just be there for me, okay?"
Thorvald wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "If you need me, here I am."
Constance closed her eyes. "Thanks," she whispered, smiling. A few moments later, she drifted off, snoring very gently as she fell asleep.