SUNDAY, DECEMBER 28th 1987
"the men in my life have gone crazy! absolutely fucking bonkers."
the petite red-head stares at me with her blue eyes while she pulls on the lever for an orange creamsicle smoothie.
the machine's are loud as i try to talk over them and rant to this stranger, but i'm still trying my best to be heard. where else is a better place to complain about your life than in the mall, at 11 am, on a sunday at the orange julius stand?
"how many are there?" she asks, her tone of voice detached because she's clearly not interested in what i have to say.
"the first one, the one who's been my boyfriend for months, stole a man's bride and ran off with her to ireland. fucking ireland!"
she presses the plastic lid into place on the cup.
"the other man, he acts like my dad but really he's my manager, just proposed this whole scheme that i'm going to be fake dating my best friend to get back at my now ex-boyfriend."
i watch as she stabs a straw through the lid and slides me the smoothie.
"and my best friend, he just punched another guy in the face yesterday! all because this other guy lied to the paparazzi and said we hooked up."
"a dollar 25, please."
"one dollar and twenty five cents?" my eyes almost pop out of my head.
"this is the 90s, babe. they keep uppin' the prices."
i scoff to myself as i dig out a 10 dollar bill from inside my coat pocket, "that's ridiculous. keep the change."
she eyes me up skeptically as she takes the money out of my hands.
"you're talking about jason patric, aren't you? with julia roberts?" she places my money into the cash register.
"everybody knows." i shake my head, sipping my smoothie through the straw.
"well, yeah. what else do we have to do in our sad lives besides read up on the latest celebrity drama?"
"you should enjoy your life, that's what you do! because you never know when the day will come that it just ends. it could even be on a good day. like, your favorite holiday or something. halloween is my favorite holiday and what am i gonna be doing on that day? playing with fuckin' life and death!"
she stares at me, smacking her gum in between her teeth. "you're kennedy white?"
i nod my head.
"i understand why the news says you're crazy."
"they say i'm crazy?"
she shrugs her shoulders, "they imply it. but hey, if corey haim gets to be your fake boyfriend then who cares if you're crazy, right? he's the best friend you were talking about?
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Science Fiction"it's more than a feeling of deja vu. things are repeating. but this time ... i know how to stop them." [ sequel to THE MANDELA EFFECT ] au ft. jason patric, the corey's, etc