Ch. 2

After waking from a rather delightful sleep, I dragged my sleep lagged body to the kitchen for the delightful gift from the heavens only known as

coffee. After throwing the pot on the warmer, i was interrupted from my morning schedule by a phone call. Answering the phone I was

surprised that the call was actually from one of my fellow band members. "What?" my response to his call was quite eloquent if I do say so

myself. " Geez, man don't sound so excited." He seemed abnormally chipper. "Sorry, I just woke up." I felt pretty bad "So what is it?" He

continued "Okay dude, we are having an after party today, you interested?" my answer was quick "not really." He was unfortunately very

persistent. "Oh, come on. You never do anything with us, it will be a good time." I honestly didn't want to hear it any more, and I knew there

was only one way to shut him up. I let out a sigh "fine, i'll go already, christ this better be fun." "Dude, don't worry it will be!" He hung up

quickly, probably to spread the news that I would be leaving my hole to socialize for once. I recieved a text moments later telling me the

address and the time. 7:00 at the drummers house. Huh, that sounds like a pretty good song title, have to keep that in mind. I looked at the

clock and noticed that it was already two, i've never slept that late before. So naturally, I went back to sleep. When I awoke it was around five

and I decided to get ready for what most likely will be the most riveting evening in my life. Not likely. A black button down, sleeves rolled, hair a

mess, and the top two buttons undone. Yeah I was looking good; hey if you're gonna go, you go all out. A hop in the truck and another quick

ride and I was already there. A little early, but i'm only here to see the band so whatever. One-knock, two-knocks, and the door opens. "Dude!"

An enthusiastic greeting from the drummer and I was quickly pulled inside. Before me was about fifty to one hundred of the drunkest twenty

somethings I had ever seen in my life. "I thought you said it was at seven!?" I had to yell over the boom of music "We knew that you would

show up early, so we kinda fibbed on the time!" he seemed pleased with himself "You guys are dicks!" I exclaimed. His response was a toothy

grin, and as quickly as he had appeared he was swept up into a tide of people and taken away from me. I fought my way through the drunkards

that had filled the cramped two-bedroom house, and took a seat at the holy grail of parties, the couch. After finally regaining my bearings and

taking a look around the room, I deduced that I knew none of these people. I wasn't surprised, I rarely left my apartment. The only time I did

leave was for supply runs to the grocery store and to prepare for shows. I never really understood why I didn't feel the need to socialize, I just

never really cared. I don't think it's unhealthy, but I also don't think it's right. I digress, the party rolled on and I felt my ass starting to fall

asleep so I decided to finally move around and talk to people. Shocking. After a few conversations and a few confrontations with the local

douchebag populace, I remembered why I hate people. Still doesn't explain the socialization problems. The way I see it, you can socialize even

though you hate people, you can be polite and still think in your head "god someone snip this dudes nuts and stop him from breeding" but for

some reason, I on the other hand just say the aforementioned nut snipping policy out loud and i'm suddenly the weirdo. To hell with it though,

people suck, I suck, it's just one big suck fest; that sounded better in my head. Anywho, I finally sat back down as was my natural habitat, and

I never noticed the person next to me. "Fun night, huh?" voice tinkling like silver. I gave a quick snort "Right, as fun as stapling my nuts to my

leg." that got a quick laugh out of the figure next to me. I looked over and my eyes widened. "Pink..." I couldn't help but let it leak out of my

mouth. She stared at me, eyes full of innocent curiosity. "What about pink?" she questioned, voice filled with humor. "Nothing, it's just...

different." The girl next to me was probably the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. She was average height and average build with

some, ahem, assets that were very impressive. She had a rounded face and high cheekbones which created probably the cutest thing ever

when she smiled. But the most shocking and interesting feature of the girl in question was her hair, not that it was odd in anyway just that it

was, well, pink. She continued to stare at me with those jade eyes. " Can I help you with something?" she asked. Thats when I realised that I

had been staring for awhile. I quickly cleared my throat, responding " Yeah, I was wondering what your name was?" She stared at me for a

moment before lightly giggling and responding in an almost mocking tone "Well, maybe you'll find out later." I was taken aback by this, finally a

girl with a little spunk to her. "Yeah, well maybe you'll find mine out too." I replied with a smirk. She just laughed at me "Who said I even

wanted to learn your name?" damn, she's good. "Well, if I can't get your name can you at least tell me about yourself?" I hoped I could finally

get somewhere, she actually had some sort of spark to her compared to most other women. "Well, there's not much to say. I like music and

reading, I go shopping and hang out with my friends; like all the other girls." music huh, I could work with that. "Yeah but you're not drooling

over dudes or insanely drunk like other girls." she smiled at me, like I was a toddler that just said their first word. "Yes but that's because I

don't drink and most of the guys here bore me." I sniggered abit. "Well do I bore you?" her response was quick "Well if you did, I wouldn't be

talking to you." yeah, I liked her already, she was pretty cool. "Well, tell me about yourself." she said. I thought for a moment, "Well, I hate

almost everyone and everything, but I'm able to mask that with a thin veil of sarcasm. I also sing in a band with members that like to trick me

into parties I don't care about, while I simultaneously live in a crappy apartment alone since my parents are god knows where." i took a deep

breath and continued on "I also work in a soul crushing school, where I make just enough to maintain my shitty apartment and buy my band

equipment. So that's it." I don't know why I felt the need to tell her all of this, but I just felt comfortable near her; like I could tell her anything

and she would just smile and listen. No interrupting or speaking, just listening. "So, you're an asshole basically?" my face fell after that "Yeah,

basically." I said in a defeated tone "Well, at least assholes are interesting to talk to." My spirits rose back up after her remark. I stared,

gobsmacked at her, this girl just kept surprising me. "What's the name of your band?" well hello sudden change of subject "Social Suicide" I

replied "What kind of music do you play?" now this was something I loved to talk about "Punk, pop punk, ska, alternative, really anything that

we think doesn't suck." she thought for a moment before she spoke again "When's your next show?" "Next saturday." it fell out of my mouth

before I had time to think about it, problem was that I didn't have a show, shit. "Well here's my number, give me a call where it is, okay?" yet

again I was stunned into silence as she walked away. Did I just get a girls number without even trying. Awesome. I fought my way out of the

house hollering a quick goodbye to the band and making my way to my truck. As I drove back home all I could think about was that strange

girl. Who was she, where is she from, why is she interested in me? I wasn't complaining. Although now I have to slap together a show at the

last minute, god this is gonna be a bitch. As I returned home I was too tired to even undress for bed as I flopped on the covers and quickly fell

asleep.