I didn't get even a wink of sleep last night. I was so stressed for having to talk to Randy, and only got an hour of sleep. My eyes hurt, and when they shut, I was about to fall over sleeping. I don't know how I got dressed without tripping over something and falling, then just sleeping.
I was so tired, my dad could tell. He was getting ready for work while I was getting breakfast. He made me eggs and toast, so I sat down and began eating. I almost crashed on the table. I had to keep a hand on the table at all times to steady myself.
My dad finished cooking his breakfast and was still at the counter, putting together the rest of his breakfast. "No sleep, huh?" He said, cutting into the silence of the kitchen.
"No," I responded.
"What kept you up all night?" He asked. I just shrugged. When he heard no response, he turned around and gave me a 'you're lying' look. "I know when my daughter can't sleep over something. What was it, hon?"
It was six in the morning, and I wasn't fully awake. I flat out told dad I was going to break up with Randy, and his eyes opened why. Made me wish I didn't say anything.
"Why? He's so good for you, Marcia. He can give you a perfect future!" I hate this conversation. I got it every single time by everyone when I mentioned the thought of leaving Randy.
"Honey, he's going to have a perfect and great paying job for you."
Not if he keeps drinking.
"You two will both be so happy!"
I'm not happy now and we have tons of freedom.
"You guys will have a wonderful family."
I'd rather die than start a family with him.
I just couldn't take it with people telling me who I have to be with. I just lost it and blurted what I thought of Randy Anderson. "But, daddy, you don't understand! I can't stand another minute with him. He's drunk all the time and doesn't bother to spend a minute with me. He always talks about how much he misses Bob. I know he was his best friend, but he doesn't even take a second to consider what anyone else has to say! He doesn't look for me in school. When I go up and say 'hi,' he talks to me but I've seen him look in my direction and didn't even care to talk to me. He doesn't want to be in this relationship anymore either."
Dad sat there staring at me. I could tell he was at a loss for words and upset.
"Excuse me, but I need to go to school."
I ran upstairs and grabbed my bookbag, headed back downstairs, and stormed out of the house. I left earlier than usual so I wouldn't have to talk about the topic with anyone.. Dad usually walks me, but I just couldn't handle sitting in the car, awkward silence the ride there. Plus, I didn't live a crazy distance from the school.
I made it to the school just before the first bell rang. I was a couple minutes late to class. My english teacher just waved it off and said it didn't matter and she wouldn't count it. I just said thanks and sat down. I looked over at Randy who sat in the back. He looked over at me but didn't even smile or wave. I just had the urge to tell the whole class I wanted to break up with him right then and there.
We didn't talk at all throughout the first three periods of the day. We only had our first hour together, but he used to say, "Hi," to me when walking to our next class, or even walk me to my class, not caring that it would make him late.
Lunch came sooner than I anticipated. I walked straight to Randy's hangout with his friends. When he saw me, he shot me a mischievous grin. My nose wrinkled at the strong scent of alcohol.
"Hey, babe, I miss ya'." He spoke. I could tell he was getting drunk because his words began to slur together into one sound.
"Randy, we need to talk," I stated. He looked confused then shrugged. I signaled for him to follow me, and when he didn't follow, I took his arm to the back of the school where no one ever was.
"Randy, please, for the love of god, listen to me, okay?" I declared. Randy raised an eyebrow. "I want to break up."
"What?" He said in disbelief. "What did I do wrong?"
"What did you do wrong? First off you ignored me for the past couple months! Take this morning for example. You drink too much, and you sure aren't a nice drunk. You just act like a terrible boyfriend, and I don't feel a connection anymore."
"Marcy, babe-" He tried to speak. I cut him off.
"Don't call me that anymore." I insisted. That shut him up for a second.
"Well, is there anyone else you're with?"
"No." I said. He gave me a weird look. Then, he just rolled his eyes and walked back to his friends. One of them handed him a brown paper bag, which he drank from. I didn't see him at school the rest of the day.
Six o'clock came and I had thrown on a red and white polka dot dress, a black belt, and my black Mary Janes. I had thrown on some mascara, lipstick with a red tint, and a hint of red eyeshadow.
Two-Bit got to my house just on time. My parents looked a little shocked at his car but let me go anyway. Daddy kept reminding me that I could punch him if anything went wrong. I just rolled my eyes.
"You look lovely, Marcia," Two-Bit addressed. "It reminds me of Minnie Mouse!"
"Thank you! You love Mickey, don't 'cha?" I asked. He nodded his head and began to talk about him. He seemed really passionate about a mouse, but I listened. He sure had some things to say.
We drove for a bit, and the entire time, he talked about one thing. It didn't bother me. He decided to park on the street right by the drive-in. He wanted to get actual seats, and I thought that was a good idea.
"Sorry," he said. He parked the truck. "I was rambling about myself. What's something you like?"
I thought for a second. "Well, I like that show The Munsters." I replied, with a hint of unsureness at the end. He smiled. He got out of the car and just as I was going to open the door, he opened it for me and held a handout, leading me off of the truck.
"That's a fun show," he said. We walked up to pay for our seats, then were let in. We went up to the concessions and got some popcorn and soda then headed back down to find seats.
"You know, I was scared you were gonna say 'no'," Two-Bit randomly added.
"Why?"
"Well, I mean, you're such a pretty soc with a perfect life and-" Then he stopped and his eyes wided. "What about your boyfriend?" He whisper-yelled.
"We broke up." His face relaxed from those words, and he let out a sigh of relief
"I'm sorry to hear," He added.
"Don't be, he was a jerk." I reassured
"Hey what are we watching?" He asked me.
"Why are you asking me? I have no clue," I laughed. He did too.
We never figured out what we were watching. We ended up talking so much. People 'shh'-ed us left and right, but we were too into the conversations to care. I remember I laughed so hard my stomach hurt, but it was all worth hurt.
I saw a girl with red hair, but I didn't think much of it. First off, Cherry didn't know I was going to the movies, and if she would've saw me, she would've talked to me. Second of all, girls were dying their hair left and right.
When the movie ended, we headed back to his car, where we really began to grow comfortable with each other. As he drove, I sat next to him, my head on his shoulder, one of his arms on the wheel, the other thrown around me.
We reached my house, and he parked the car again. He then opened his door, got out, then went to my side, giving me the same exit of the car as in the drive-in. He held my hand on the way to my porch. We then stood there, facing each other, hand in hand.
"Thanks for a wonderful night, Two-Bit," I said. His let go of my hands to hold my face.
"It's nothin'" He responded, then kissed me. We kissed for a second then we let go. I headed to the door as he headed to the car. I ran back to him for a second and hugged him then kissed him on the cheek. He smiled, knowing there was red lipstick on his face for everyone to see. This was something he was proud of showing.
He got in and started his truck then waved bye to me.
"So how was it?" A deep voice asked. I turned around and saw my dad. I knew my face turned a little pink. I never knew how long he stood there for, but I assumed it was for long enough.
"One of the best night of my life," I told him, walking inside the house.