Mako's Message: New chapter. Yay. It's a decent length this time at least.
I keep running into this problem we're I'm trying to decide whether I should be using proper grammar as this isn't a third person story and we're actually inside Mindy's head. So wouldn't everything technically be her dialogue and therefore in her voice? What I mean is, if you can't get passed the answer "you should always use proper grammar", I'll write something and then go, "Would Mindy say it like that? Would she use that word?" and I go crazy for a minute before saying "fuck it" and writing the next thing that comes to mind.
Anyway, more stuff got between me and writing Halloween night, but I think it works. I hope you all enjoyed it. Oh, there are some purposefully chosen phrases in there⦠so, if you notice anything that seems to stick out a little, remember it. It might turn out to be relevant later.
And once again, please be sure to let me know what you think. Good things, bad things, whatever you thought, it's all important to me.
He noticed.
Well, sort of. When I was showing him the costume he asked if I was sure it fit alright because it looked a little tight around the hips. I thought I'd be embarrassed about it, but I was actually more annoyed that he was being so casual about the damn thing. I mean, here I am, standing in front of him in this suit that's so tight it didn't ride up my ass it started there and he's just standing there looking at me like we're shopping for some fucking shoes. He didn't even look like the idea of being embarrassed about it crossed his mind.
The jerk.
Anyway, I showed him the problem I had with the mask. He looked it over and asked me to pull it onto my head as far as it would go and while he was doing this he started feeling up the back of my head, which was weird. Finaly he asked for my hand and put it on the back of my head where he'd had his and told me to told it there while he grabbed a marker. He then drew a line on the back of mask and asked if we had a sewing kit.
For some reason the first thing that came to mind then was "Dave knows how to sew?" Is that weird?
Anyway, I told him I thought we did and went to check the laundry room. When I came back Dave was sitting on my bed cutting into my mask with a pair of scissors. When he finished I handed him the small basket full of loose needles and thread and he started sewing it up.
I couldn't stop watching him for some reason. His hands moved so smoothly and without hesitation. It was kind of amazing. I mean, who'd have thought that Dave could sew, let alone be good at it?
I know it sounds stupid, but I guess the real reason it was so hypnotizing is that the last time I tried to sew I stabbed myself four times.
Well, I can still have him eating carpet and crying for mercy in about five seconds so I guess it balances out.
In the middle of tying off the first thread he suddenly me asked if I'm going to the party.
"How did you know about the party?"
He just shrugged as he threaded another needle, "I overheard some girls talking about how you were invited."
I have to admit I was surprised by that. Not as surprised as I was to get invited in the first place, but still surprised. "What were they saying?"
Dave smirked at me, "I didn't think you'd care."
"I don't care. I'm just curious."
"Well, one of them thought you were awesome for beating the crap out of those two and wanted to make friends. Another thought you were a violent freak and didn't want anything to do with you. And the others just thought you were a mystery and didn't know what to think about you coming to the party"
Well, that almost shoots my idea that I'm cool out of the sky. Which kinda sucks because I walked in there thinking I was gonna be awesome. I kicked those two punks asses and thought, "Hell yeah! Big dog coming through!" And then people just started staring at me, and avoiding me, and I had no idea what to talk to these people about. I don't like Justin "why won't my balls drop" Bieber and I can't stand Twilight (If I caught some guy breaking into my house and watching me sleep they'd get a knife in the nuts). I like comics but that's not a point in my favor, and unless there's a John Woo fanclub at the school I wasn't aware of that doesn't really help me either. I just felt like a complete outsider, not that I mind really, seeing as most of the girls are vapid idiots and the boys are immature, pricks, or immature pricks.
I guess that's part of why I like being with Dave so much. We can talk about pretty much anything, and even if he doesn't know what I'm talking about he's still interested in hearing what I have to say.
Anyway, I guess I zoned out thinking about all that stuff because the next thing I remember is Dave yelling my name.
I apologized for going brain dead on him and he said it was alright and showed me the finished mask. He'd cut a slit in back at about the top of my neck and then sewed the edges of it up to stop it from getting tattered and he told me to try it on so he could see if it fit properly now.
That's when Marcus came in.
Dave is standing behind me, helping with my hair, I'm standing there in a form fitting wetsuit, and Marcus has this expression that says, "I have no idea what the fuck I'm looking at but I'm pretty sure I should be pissed about it."
There's a moment of silence before Dave says, "It's just a Halloween costume I swear."
Marcus says, "That'd better be all it is," and shuts the door.
After he's gone the room is totally silent and Dave is still frozen. He hadn't even taken his hands out of my hair.
I started laughing. I couldn't help it. It was so ridiculous.
"And just what is so funny?" Dave asked.
I managed to stop laughing long enough to say, "If we were normal kids, this would have been perfectly fine, but because it was us he acted like he walked in on us snorting coke."
Now Dave was laughing with me.
I flopped down on my bed and pulled off the mask(which fit perfectly now) and said, "That thing is pretty hot."
Dave lay down next to me and said, "Yeah, but you get used to it," he paused for a second and added, "Not that you'll be wearing it for more than one night."
We just lay there in silence for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, before he asked, "So, are you gonna go?"
I let it sit for another minute before saying, "Yeah. I think I will."
