Riku
I don't really know how to respond. I'm out of it.
"Back at 'cha."
I sound retarded.
I wave once and shut the car door.
Was that too rude of a good-bye? Should I have said thank you?
Crap.
So. I walk back over and open the door again.
Smile weakly. "Uh… Hi."
Real smooth.
"Hi?"
"Just thought I should say thanks. For the pizza. And the ride home."
My eyes keep shifting around nervously. What the hell Riku?
Must be the full moon.
"You're very welcome. Nighty-night… Pound it." She sticks out her fist.
I stare at her fist. Blink once. Shrug.
What the hell.
Pound it. Whatever.
My hand is so much bigger than hers.
I feel like a giant.
I'm gonna go away now.
"G'night Shayla."
Then I close the car door again and walk to my apartment.
That was weird. Why do I want to turn around again?
Because your mind is fridged up and you're tired.
Because you miss her?
Shut up, Riku.
You're retarded. That's ridiculous.
And so cliché.
I don't like cliché.
Riku, your existence is one big cliché.
I'm talking to myself.
I'm tired.
Me Riku. Me need sleep.
God, I'm tired.
God, I hate rejection.
What the hell?
I pass out on my couch.
