Defying Gravity

Mitchell

She had said yes. This was crazy. This was crazy and I was so happy. I drove home in my old truck and went to grab a soda from out of the fridge. I walked to my room and threw myself on the bed. She said yes. I don't even know her, and I'm going on a date with her at 7 o'clock. It was already 5 pm. I'd better get ready. I brushed my teeth, then my hair, and then my teeth again because I didn't think I had gotten all of the gunk off. I styled my hair with gel, then took the gel out, then put it into a mohawk, then took it out. My hair looked so greasy. I was a fucking mess. I showered quickly and then dried my hair with my mom's hot pink blow dryer. Holy shit, it was already 6:30. I ran out the door and threw open the car door.

I was grateful that she gave me directions to her new apartment because there were so many apartments in San Fransisco, probably more apartments than blades of grass. I haven't even given thought to what pizza place we would go to. Ugh. I reached her apartment with 5 minutes to spare, thank God. I rung the door bell after reaching her floor. Woah, she was staying at the La place de Fantaisie. It was a really fancy place. I'm not joking. That is literally french for "the fancy place." She must be comfortable with money.

When she opened the door, I saw that she was not comfortable with money; she was rich. Not filthy rich, but she was definetly swimming in cash. It was a large penthouse, with marble flooring and the walls were a pretty white color, but there were little gold swirls thrown in all over it, making it look like the home a of a princess. She was dressed casually, in a shirt that said "Your pain is my gain." And she was also wearing high waisted jean shorts with flip flops.

She smiled at me, with her beautiful teeth. "Hey Mitchell. Do you usually sweat like a pig, or are you allergic to something? Either way, you should go see a doctor about that."

He looked down at himself and inwardly slapped himself in the face. His shirt was soaked with perspiration. He was already embarassing himself and he hadn't even said one word to her. "Uh, yeah sorry it's just so...hot. Hot outside I mean, not trying to imply that you were hot. Wait I didn't mean that you weren't hot, I just meant that"-"Just stop Talking." Macy laughed and grabbed my arm. "Lead the way."

I opened up her passenger door and then got in myself. "You like tunes?" I asked.

"Yeah sure, whatever." She replied. Her hair hung loosly beneath her shoulders, it's bleached blonde looking so beautiful in the rapidly falling light. She started drumming her fingers on the dashboard along to the music. "So, do you play any instruments?"

She turned and looked at me. I saw her smile out of my Peripheral vision.

"Yeah, actually I do. I play the chello, saxophone, obo, flute, drums, guitar, piano, and all African instruments. It's sorta a hobby."

This time I turned and looked at her. "Woah. How do you have all that time? What about sports, or cheerleading or dance?"I saw a dark shadow pass over her face. She seemed troubled by the question. I was about to say that it didn't matter, and to just forget about it, when she smiled again and looked at me.

"Sports or any physical activities are just not my thing." She turned away and looked out the window,. "Where are we going anyway?"

"There is a nice pizza place just on the outskirts of the city. It's called "The Wild Turkey."'

She laughed at that, surprisingly loud too. Her voice still sounded silky and graceful, even if she had just cracked up. "The Wild Turkey? That is the weirdest name for a pizza joint I have ever heard in my entire being on this Earth."

After she said that, I had to laugh too.  We pulled into the parking lot around 7:30, and Macy took one look at the place and laughed. "I'm not one to judge, but is this place even safe?"