Chapter 2: Losers Like Us

"Hello." Said a voice behind me.

Curious, I turned to find an attractive man smiling at me.

"Hey." I replied, returning the smile. Obviously, this was a dream. As Sewer Girl, I was a natural guy repellant. I mean, I'm not a dog or anything, but certain…aromas… tend to turn boys off. No way in hell this Tall-Drink-of-Hottie would give me the time of day in real life.

Well, that was my first clue. The second was the fact I was standing on some old carousel. Definitely not the workplace.

The whole contraption was in shit-shape. The metals were rusted; staining everything an odd shade of red.

I stared at the horses. Hey, wait a minute, are they-

-writhing?

A hand cupped my chin; forcing me to look away.

"Hey." Said the guy. "A man likes to know that he's keeping a girl's attention." The comment sounded playful, but I thought I caught the undercurrent of another emotion hidden under there.

I smirked. "Sorry Smiley- got distracted."

He grinned. "You know, you remind me of a redhead I used to know."

"Oh, yeah? What's she up to these days?"

"Don't know. Haven't heard from her in a long time."

I chuckled.

He gave me a funny look. "What?"

"For a guy created from my subconscious, you're awfully…layered."

He tilted his head in a bird-like manner. "Is that what I am? Your dream man?" he asked, amused.

I blushed, then snarled, "Drop dead!"

He laughed. "Too late!"

Still figuring that this was a figment of my horny little imagination, I stalked up to the guy, leaned in as though I was going to kiss him, and purred, "So, why are you in my head?"

He gave me a wicked smile, and leaned in closer. A hard thought would've had us on each other. "What makes you think I'm a dream?"

Damn, I like him. Why do my hot dream-guys have to be smart-asses? I'm so fighting a losing battle.

"Well, stud-muffin," I started, rolling my eyes. "you got a name- or what?"

He gave me that devious smile again. "Garrett."

I quirked an eyebrow at him. "What kinda wussy name is-"

"LUCY!" someone bellowed into my ears.

With a shriek, I fell off my desk.

I was so not surprised to see Jaime towering over me. Whenever these two chuckleheads decided to bug me- it was Jaime that got dispatched.

Jose knew that if he fucked with me- I'd snap his spine like a potato chip.

I roared at them, "WHAT?"

They giggled- yep, giggled.

"You were asleep." Chirped Jaime

"And drooling." Added Jose, helpfully.

I gave them the worst, most hateful glare I could muster.

They just kept snickering at me… and grinning too…oh, God- they're plotting something…

"What?" I asked. Suspicious, who? Me?

The giggles became full-on laughter.

"You two are such chicks. Out with it!"

It was Jaime who finally got it out. "So, kiddo- who's Garrett?"

They both grinned at me.

Clearly it was time to remind them who the boss was.

An hour later, Jose was lying in a limp pile on the floor, and Jaime was grinning maniacally at me.

"I love it when you do that." He said, chuckling. "It's just so damn funny."

Jose-the-Pile just moaned from his position on the floor.

Jaime looked at his fallen comrade. "Well, that's what you get for messin' with her."

From the floor: "You…started it!"

"Yeah, but I can't take him." I pointed out.

The whining continued, "You coulda grabbed her Jaime!"

Jaime gave me wide, innocent eyes. "I don't hit girls."

I hugged the big dummy.

He smiled at me.

"Well, what is this- a funeral?" I demanded. "I thought you two declared today my birthday?"

Jose staggered to his feet, giving me a wounded look. "I don't think I want to party anymore- you're mean!" He pouted.

I strode over to him. He squealed in fright.

Behind me, Jaime snickered.

I leaned in, and offered him a coke.

He looked at me in suspicion. "What's in this?"

"Would I ever do anything to-"

They cut me off. "Hell, yeah!"

I laughed. "Fuck it- let's party!" I yelled. I cranked up the radio.

Jose's POV

I don't how I managed to dance half the night away, given the pounding Luce inflicted on me- but I did.

We spent most of the night just dancing, eating the junk food that me and Jaime bought for her, and arguing over who got radio dibs.

Bob popped in a couple of times, accusing us of being drunk. We laughed. There wasn't a speck of alcohol in the place. We were- honest to God- high on life.

Around midnight, Luce declared it was her turn at the radio. She cranked up that song, "Lonely No More", and grabbed Jaime.

I froze, wounded.

See, I have this… thing…for Lucy. I've never had the guts to tell her, though.

Like she'd ever give a loser like me the time of day!

Luckily for me, they didn't seem to notice when I went into the flooded back chamber.

:AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yeah, I know this is kind of a short, 'Blah' chapter. I just needed a filler chapter. Plus, this story may (Or may not) be shorter than 'Garrett'.

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