the lesbian kazoos

the sewer

i havent been with rhonda for very long, but i already consider her to be a good friend of mine, we have been in her tree house for a few hours and we have been drinking some beer she found left on the side of a river. we were laughing with each other over stupid jokes and stories shes told me about her life. ''i actually did i have a friend before band.'' i tell her. rhonda gets up and looks at me, waiting for me to continue with my story. ''his name was roger and we grew up together in the factory, he was a very sweet and funny person but after i left the factory i never heard from him again. one time we were walking past a closet and heard a bunch of kazoos having an orgy or whatever.'' that was one of my favorite moments with him, i dont think i'll ever laugh as hard as i did with him. rhonda looks at me sadly, ''i hope you get to see him again, he sounds lovely.'' 

''we were separted about three years ago, being shipped off to different stores, it was heartbreaking for us, i never stopped thinking about him.'' we both stay quiet for a moment. 

rhonda finally breaks the silence, "were you too ever ya know... a thing?'' she says barely loud enough for me to hear. ''oh no we were just friends, but id spend my life with him forever if i could, but men arent really my thing." rhonda seems to smile at my last statement.

''we should probably head back to the school, its getting dark and it seems like a storm is about to roll in.'' says rhonda. i look at the sky, ''rhonda, will we be ok? what happens if it rains on us.'' i ask her nervously.  she looks at me and shrugs. we head back to the school staying close to each other.

as soon as we get on the road it starts to rain on us, the runoff from the rain is stronger that i was hoping it would be, rhonda and i grab each others hand. at least we have eachother. 

i can see rhonda struggle to get through the water, its getting deeper and faster, and im afraid we wont make it out alive. suddenly our hands slip and rhonda starts to slide down the road, heading for a sewer. i cant be alone and i cant leave her, i look at the road ahead and then start to slide down the road heading for rhonda. we fall in a sewer together and we are both shaking, from the freezing water and utter fear. 

pov: rhonda

oh my fucking god i am never going to see q again, my best friend of eight years, gone like that, my life purpose of preforming vanishing in front of me. im lost in a sewer with my new friend, scared and alone. we are bound to die. ''hey dolly, are you ok?'' i call out to her worridly. i can hear her grunting, we did fall from a pretty big height, we are both covered in scratches and our paint has chipped. i cant return to q this way. dolly looks likes shes about to cry, i walk over to her and hold out my hand. she smiles and grabs my hand, i pull her up and we start walking down the sewer. 

dolly pov: 

rhonda and i are now walking down the sewer, im ok with this. but i can tell that rhonda is losing her shit, but i get it she literally just lost everything. ''hey dolly, is it ok if we get some sleep. its been a long day and im not sure how to process this.'' she says smiling sadly at me. i lead her to a sopt in the sewer that isnt completly disgusting. i hand her a napkin and we hold eachother while drifting off to sleep. i dream of roger and all of our happy memories.