"Do a flip, dumbass. Huh-huh. Hey Baby, uh care to score?"
With a disgusted snort, the girl turns away from the boy with the brunette pompadour and turns to see the scene coming from the other end of the yard. Her eyes, once screwed up with revulsion, slowly show hints of pity at the boy on the roof. Wiping away a single tear, she tucks aside the strands of blue hair obscuring her eyes.
(Flashback; POV Glennis)
[Seeing Beavis, Glennis breathes on the rear window of the police cruiser; knowing she has only seconds to spare before being driven away to the station and into whatever punishment the law deems fit for her act of arson. With a generous amount of fog on the glass, she scrawls the same simple message to the blonde boy hoping this time he'd not be dense and grasp the unnuanced meaning of what she wished to convey…I Love You.]
[Naturally, he misses the point…by a wide margin.]
What an idiot.
What an absolute idiot.
And yet, I can't stop myself from wondering why I want him to be my idiot.
"…Now Glennis, we're going to do a word-association game. I'll say a series of words and you tell me the first thing that comes in your head…"
The doctors, the stupid tests, the ink blots, the group sessions, the individual sessions…that's what drives me mad more than anything. But through it all, he still remains my beacon of sanity. The eye of the hurricane that is this world.
…"Cheese"; "Nachos"…
"…Corn"; "Holio…"
"…Need"; "TP…"
"…TP? Like Toilet Paper?..."
"…For my Bunghole…"
Everyone thinks he's weird, they think I'm weird too. But the thing about love is that it's weird in nature.
[The nurse hands Glennis a little shot glass with her court-ordered meds and a cup of water. In the half a year since being sent to the troubled youth center, she had become adept at squirreling the pill away in the corner of her mouth while guzzling the glass' contents. With an exaggerated gulp, the doctor seems satisfied. Once the nurse is out of the picture, she quietly spits it down the sink.]
Love gives us a reason to survive the most screwed up things, situations where we'd otherwise throw in the towel were we alone in this world. At the same time, there is truth to the old cliché, 'love is blind'.
"…tell me what you see Glennis…"
"…[his hair]/Shrubbery…"
"…[Metallica logo]/Some mountains, maybe…"
"…[his profile]/George Washington…"
"…[fire]/fff…fffffrriends around a campfire…"
[Sitting in juvenile court, Glennis watches as everyone short of the detention center's janitors testify to her change in behavior since being sentenced. On his desk sat a manila folder further documenting her behavioral improvement over the years. With both taken into consideration, he sternly reminds her that while parole was to be granted, her criminal record would be sealed for the time being and only expunged provided she stay on the straight-and-narrow for the next fifteen years.]
Like I said. He's obtuse and impulsive. But also bold. He commands. He's in-your-face and impervious to what people think about him. He doesn't settle, he doesn't get by. He simply is. He won't allow himself to get stuffed into anyone else's box.
And that's why he had me hook line and sinker that fateful day in the cafeteria with the words
"YOU WILL NOT RESTRAIN THE ALMIGHTY BUNGHOLE! GNA-HAHA-urk.
The last feeling Beavis registers is a swift kick to the testicles before one of the host's burlier compadres grab him by his ankles and sling him over their shoulder like Santa's sack of toys. Everything starts to spin, fading in and out before slowly going black. Were it not for the faint groaning noises and a puddle of drool forming on his mouth, one would easily assume that Beavis had died.
"Ugh, dude he's drooling on my shirt." Beavis' assailant whines as they descend from the roof.
"Alright, here's the plan. Once we grab a wheelbarrow from the garage, we'll dump him behind the Maxi Mart." The host says to his squad.
"Think. Again…" came an ominous whisper.
Wielding a shovel, Glennis stares ominously at Beavis' four assailants. Heat emanates from brown eyes as if from a furnace and her lips curl into a rueful frown seen only on irate honey badgers. Yet rather than be undaunted by her display, the four snicker and double down with their mockery.
"Look guys, Princess Beavis needs his knight in tinfoil armor."
"Maybe they make straight-jackets for couples these days."
"I'd put that shovel down if I were you Little Lady."
The last one sent her over the edge. Not even the parade of shrinks she'd been foisted at conducted themselves with that much arrogance and condescension. With a mighty swing, the goon squad finds themselves silenced in the wake of that ominous clang that comes from a shovel meeting a skull.
"Psycho Bitch-"
It took ten more swings, and fisticuffs to subdue the foul foursome who attacked Beavis. They got their licks in, but once the dust settled, Glennis emerged victorious. As the host cradles his testicles and whimpers, the blue haired girl pulls his face towards hers.
"Word of advice, lock your garage." She hisses before squeezing half a lemon she managed to swipe from the party in her mouth and spitting the juices into his eye. But as she turns to Beavis laying in the pushcart, her countenance softens and the rage flows from her like water out of a faucet. He emits a weak whimper upon feeling the carrier start to move.
"Wha…what's going on there…" Beavis asks groggily.
"Shhhhhh. It's okay Beavis. Everything is going to be okay now."
Feeling Glennis' hand gently give his cheek a tender brush calms Beavis. A warm almost maternal peace envelopes the boy as he looks up at the blue-haired apparition before him and all sensory nature slowly fades away.
"Beavis…Beavis…"