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.