Hawkins? Really? My parents make me feel like I'm going crazy.
My parents are the hippies of the 70s. I mean they smoke and live. I don't even know what they do for work. If they aren't working they are high. I've lived in 46 different states. I've been and seen everything. Nothing surprises me. I've stopped trying to have relationships overall. I make a friend, settle in, start dating, and then we are back on the road.
"Please can we stay I like it here,"
"We do too but we think it's time to be out of here, your dad was offered a job too,"
I sighed
We packed up. I went and saw one last show, it was all really small bands filled with groupies. If I wanted to drink which I could but I rather watch.
One of the band members came up to me, we'd talk a few times. I was a regular to their shows. He had huge black hair covering his face. Leather pants and heals.
"Can I get you a drink?"
I smiled
"Sure,"
Fuck it.
"I have seen you here a few times," I smiled
"You guys know how to play,"
My parents were that as long as you come home safe at the end of the day it doesn't matter.
"What are you doing after this?"
"Leaving," I drank whatever the bartender had given me a bad idea. I tried my best to not spit it out.
He laughed "spit it out," I did just that
"Where too?"
"Indiana,"
"Oh shit, long drive huh?"
"Yeah...parents like to move a lot, I've lived in 46 states,"
"Damn, how long have you lived here?"
"Almost 2 years. It's the longest we've lived somewhere,"
"How long do you guys normally stay?"
"3 months on average?"
"My grandparents and I moved around quite A bit,"
"It's fun but hard," I gave a quick smile.
We talked a little longer
I headed home. I could i stayed out but no use, I'd spent all the time I needed down here.
The next morning we left for Indiana.
I thought back on the one band member who came up to me, I wonder what would have happened if I went with him. He was the last person I talked to in LA. I didn't say goodbye to any of my friends. They'd know why I was gone. But I stopped saying goodbye after their 30th time moving.
"Hey kiddo what are you thinking about," my dad asked
"Nothing crazy," I said laying in the back without cats and dogs And boxes. I slept a good portion of the way. We made many stops, saying hello to old friends, and seeing different new and old places.
We were almost to our new town.
I smoked the rest of the pot we had left on hand.
"We're close! Look out for thunder lane,"
"Hey! Don't smoke it all," my mother scolded
"Pass it up," my father said
I laughed. The van stopped
"We are here!" I looked at the house. It was cute. "Go check it out," my dad said throwing the Keys at me.
I blinked. I got out carrying a few of the cats in. There was a conversation dip! We had one in Texas. 1978. I was 10 or 11. I loved seeing it. I walked around the house it was cool.
"Why don't you go check out the town How does that sound?"
"I'd love that," I smiled looking at
"Here's some cash," he said, and sending me off he pushed me out the door.
I walked around, it seems to be a pretty small town. I made my way to a family video. I walked inside, two kids tho looked to be my age were sitting at the counter. They noticed me and the girl smiled and waved. I waved back with a slight smile. The guy did a bad job at trying to flirt with me so. Saying some quick remark, about how my shirt was cool and that I wasn't from around here, I've seen guys like him. They never go over well.
"......I came from L.A," I said looking at the movies.
"Oh shit... that's a long drive," the girl said
"I'm Steve,"
God, I know I'm supposed to be making friends but, little towns like these I get attracted to.
I gave him a quick nod "just these few," I smiled
I am not one for small talk.
"Are you going to school around here,"
"I think so, "I said walking out.
That was horrible. I made my way down to a park, I watched people pass by, the town was almost dead silent but there is people everywhere. Strange. I went home. My parents argued about something.
"Hey," I muttered placing the movies down
"Hey sweetie, you should go unpack! we are gonna go get some food soon." My mother said
I nodded walking to my
New room, with New floors, new windows, new walls, and New people.
I unpacked, and the mattress sat on the floor with blankets thrown on it I hung posters up, most from LA, I like to take them off the billboards in bars and the streets.
My father threw a newspaper at me
"Hey, looks like there is a show not too far, take the keys and go,"
"What,"
"I'd do with ya but your mom would kill me," he threw the keys at me
I blinked looking at the new paper my father had circled the ad about 100 times. I threw some new clothes.
I left for the show, it was about 10 dollars to get in so I paid and walked in. There were kids everywhere, for a small town they brought a pretty big crowd. The music started, people were jumping and screaming the lyrics, The mosh pits started, and there were people everywhere. I loved the energy. I scanned the bar and made eye contact with a kid with brown curly dark hair. I've seen guys like him all over LA, they all are the same. Pretty and dumb. I joined some of the moshing after a few bands, I talked to a few people. But I kept looking at the brown-haired mother fucker. His eyes kept catching mine. I ignored it and got a few drinks to loosen up.
"Hi!" Some girl said I turned
"Oh! Hello," I smiled
"I'm Em,"
"Y/n,"
"cool!"
"Yep," I smiled
"I haven't seen you here before? Are ya knew,"
I chuckled "must be a small town, yeah....Just moved in from LA,"
"Oh, sick! Cali that's far,"
"Yeah,"
The last band came up I turned to watch and it was the guy, he's the guitarist. He made eye contact with me again smirking.
"Who's that,"
I muttered to the girl beside me she chuckled
"That's Eddie Munson," Em said "he's okay," she muttered
They started playing. I had a few more drinks. I danced and moshed. It felt like I never left LA. I left right after the music stopped.
