I sat in my desk, staring at the girl of my dreams. Her name was Mckayla Lambert. She was so beautiful.
I had had a crush on her for quite some time bt today was the day I ask her out on a date, with shaky legs I got up and went over to her desk where she sat alone.
"H-hey Sarah!" I said, my voice cracking slightly, she looked at my with an unimpressed expression.
"What?" she asked, annoyed.
"I-I-I w-was jus' wonderin' if you'd like to come over to my house sometime, to my house y'know?" I slapped myself mentally for sounding like such a blundering idiot. "I play the bass." I said in a small voice, hoping that somehow changed her view of me. My face was beet red.
"Go out, with you?" she said, widening her eyes. "Go to your house? With your crazy drunkard father and your freak older brother? No thanks Murdoc, and er, it wouldn't hurt to take a shower every once in a while." She added with a smirk before shooing me away with her hand.
I felt the tears of rejection sting my eyes as I went to sit back down at my desk and wait for class to start.
I made my way through the smoky bar with a cigarette in my mouth. People's heads turned as I passed them and I relished the attention.
My eyes saw a lone blonde at the bar and I took a seat next to her. She turned to me and smiled.
"My, my," I said. "Aren't you a lovely little bird?" she blushed at the compliment. "what's your name Chickie?"
"Rosemary," she replied. "I know you, you're Murdoc Niccals!" I dragged my fag with a lopsided grin.
"That's right." I said. "How'd you like to go see my house, doll?" her eyes widened with delight.
"That's be just grand." She exclaimed, taking a sip of her drink. I covered her tab and we left.
Due to my massive alcohol consumption I didn't remember much of that night, but I was awakened in the morning by the feel of the emptiness.
The girl stirred against me and she poked her head up to flash a smile at me. I didn't smile back but sat up and looked at her. "I think it's best you be going luv."
She frowned but nodded and got up to get dressed. Before she left, she went over and pressed a cell phone number into my hand. "Call me sometime." She said gently.
Only when I heard the door slam shut did I rip the small piece of paper up and turn over to go back to sleep.