Project Uviscan

C h a p t e r T w o

I looked at myself in the mirror and dragged my hand through my hair one last time. I was about to go pick up this girl to go on a date. Well not really a date, more like hang out at the bar and talk. I walked down the stairs saying bye to my brother briefly right before I opened the door.

"Okay see ya Bent!" He said sarcastically since I barely even gave him a quick glance. I hopped in my '67 mustang that my parents gave to me right before they moved to India after my college graduation. I started the engine and like it always does every single time it, it backfired a little bit.

I drove down West Burnside street which was where her apartment was, and parked outside. I wasn't sure if I should go in or wait outside in the car. This is my first actual date, that is if she considers it one. I was always that awkward kid that got chosen last in dodge ball. However, I was always chosen first in basketball, because I've been 6'3 since the 8th grade. I decided to wait in the car and just text her trying to make it as casual as I could. I didn't want to overwhelm her and think I was some weird creep like all the guys down here.

She walked out her door and swung facing it to make sure it was locked. When she turned towards me, her strawberry blonde hair bounced on her shoulders and she shot me the most charming smile. Casey was always top in her class, or so I've heard, and I looked at her facebook from when she was in high school (which, yes, seems very stalkery) and it seemed like all the boys would comment on her pictures making me feel more nervous for this night because obviously she's a pretty popular girl, going out tonight with a 25 year old virgin.

She opened the passenger door and sat down on the leather seat. Her perfume's aroma hit me like a huge wave. I, very awkwardly, said hey to her and tried to give as charming as a smile to her as she gave to me. It didn't work. The bar was close to her house, only a block away, which was good because we were dead silent. The only thing that broke the silence was the radio.

"...Welcome to 108.7, Portland's top hits! We will return in a few short moments to announce the winner of the Kanye West concert for February 7!"

"Ughh, I wanna win that so bad but I don't even bother trying, cause I know I won't even win anyways," she said with a slight laughter.

I pulled into the parking space right in front of the entrance. I stepped out of the car and put two dollars into the meter. Casey stepped around the side of the car, trying not to step into the puddle with her, what seemed to be new, high heels. As she approached the curb, I stuck out my hand for her to grab onto. I helped her up and moved my arm down so I was now linking elbows with her. We walked in and sat at the only two bar stools that were open.

"Jeez, busy night. Holy shit!" she said with her eyes widening scanning around the room. We both started out with a beer. The "date" was actually going really well. There were no awkward pauses or anything. Although that was mostly because we just kept talking about our classes at school.

About at 9:30 I got a message on facebook.

"Hey this is Kyna Reeves and I'm from Detroit. You probably don't know me but I saw you and a couple other people's comments about weird shaped birthmarks on this Project Uviscan website, and I was just wondering, is this the same Bently Aven? Because if not, this is really weird and I apologize haha." I responded almost instantly to her. I had no idea that there were other people with my problem too! Let's just hope they're not losers like me!