"Y'know, if you tried just a bit harder then you wouldn't have to worry so much about college next year." Ma said as she stirred in a questionable amount of milk into her coffee. Could ya' even classify it as coffee anymore?
"Hey Ma, no offense but you buggin' me about college right now is really makin' me wanna scream bloody murder." I flipped the pancakes that I neatly decorated with bananas and chocolate chips.
"Hey, I went to community college." She chuckled. "I turned out just groovy."
A knock on the window scared the living daylights out of me.
"The doors open Mitch!"
Mitch Kramer. God, where do I begin.
Mitch and I had been friends since 7th grade. I was never really the talkative type but I wasn't fucking mute either. I met him on a field trip to a museum that our art teacher planned. I didn't mind the museum. Mitch on the other hand, couldn't control himself around all the tiny penises on the statues that lined ancient greek section of the building. The dude thought it the funniest thing on this very earth.
Unfortunately, he was my partner for that whole day so I really couldn't get away from him. Even if I tried, he would follow me around like a lost puppy. Quite a weird and interesting kid to say the least. I always kept how I felt about him a secret because I never wanted to lose the odd connection I had with him. Plus, if I told him he'd freak!
"Mornin' Mrs. Valez." He grabbed a pancake with his bare hands, picking out the bananas and savoring the chocolatey bits.
"Ya' could've told me to make you regular chocolate chip pancakes." I rolled me eyes as he continued to pick out the fruit.
"Who the hell puts bananas and chocolate chips in pancakes anyways-"
"Me, jackass." We laughed as I threw chips at him.
"You guys are gonna be late, better head out now before the mornin' traffic gets ya'."
I tossed the pan and whatever crap was left over in the sink and hurried to gather my things. The last day of junior year felt weird. All the exams and shit are over but next year is gonna be even worse.
"Bye Ma!" I rushed out and jumped into Mitch's car, "Did ya' get gas this time?"
"What'd you think?" A smirk appeared on his mouth. He obviously didn't as I could see the damn meter line nearly on 'E.'
🌞 1:15 pm
We were in the cafeteria eating the last of our crappy lunch. My eyes kept meeting Kramers and I could feel my stomach knot.
"Whatcha' keep looking at Val?" Mitch inches closer.
"Nothin' I was just-"
"Just can't get enough of me, huh?" He pops a grape into his mouth.
"In your dreams Kramer." Scooting my seat back, I went to toss my lunch.
"Valez~! Where've ya' been dude!" Ron came up from behind and wrapped his arms around my shoulder.
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I didn't mind Ron Slater. The guys actually pretty cool, with Mitch and myself buying from him but never actually smoking the stuff because we're pussies.
"Y'know I'm kinda sad you're leavin'. I really think of you as a friend." I smiled softly as he tucked some of his slightly greasy hair behind his ear.
"You can always count on me Daria." He gives me a noogie, "Ew don't, no one ever calls me that." He laughs as I playfully push him off.
"I gotta blast, see ya' at the tower later tonight?"
"Sure!" I smile as I wave him goodbye.
"Looks like she came back from cheating on you Mitchy." Carl mocks.
"You're so annoying Carl." I huff, sitting next to him.
"God, I'm so heartbroken Val, how could you do this to me-ow!" I pinched his chest, Carl and Tommy laughing in response.
The bell rang signaling the end of junior year. Just another bell for some but it signaled the end of our childhood and the beginning of our adulthood. If anything I don't wanna end up like the senior's this year.
"Guys hold on a sec," Mitch says as we got up from our table.
"Is this gonna be another one of your speeches about how we should have fun over the summer but in reality we just go to the pool once and never go out again?" Tommy stated. I snickered.
"No Tommy. I genuinely think, y'know,"
"Spill it Mitch, I wanna beat the seniors to the lot."
"I just think our last day as juniors shouldn't be spent so..."
"Wishy-washy?" Carl and Tommy reply.
"Yeah...wishy-washy." Mitch nods with a small grin on his face.
"So what do you impose we should do to spend the rest of our last day of junior year?"
"Well Val, I know Ron mentioned the tower thing tonight, but!"
"Wow, here we go. Again." I nudged Carl and he covered his face while shaking his head.
"But," He looked at all of us in the eyes intently. "I have a plan that will make our time hangin' out prior to the tower, epic."
We had made it to the lot just in time to see the little high school initiation thingy that all the senior girls did to the incoming freshman. Personally, I never went through it which is why Jodi thought I was weird since apparently EVERY incoming freshman has gone through it.
"Jodi still think I'm a weirdo for not going through the whole initiation thing?" I closed the car door.
"I don't really know. You've always been kind of a weirdo to me but I never said nothin'." He begins to drive off.
"Hey, hey, hey! Stop the car Kramer!" O'Bannion smacks the hood of the car.
Mitch bought the car with his own money. A ruby red, 1970 Ford Falcon, with a thick black stripe running down the middle of it. He wasn't too materialistic, but because he worked so many noons and nights at the theater downtown, it would only be fair that he would hate when the people he wasn't fond of would lay their hands on his ride.
"What'ya want Fred?" I sighed, swinging my whole body out the window and sat on its edge, holding onto the roof of the car.
"I need you and your boyfriend here to bring us a couple six-packs and some other booze to the tower tonight. Make your last day as juniors useful, 'kay?"
He chucks in a couple crumbled up Lincolns onto Mitch's lap, leaning into the window.
"Do it if ya' two know whats good for ya'. Later days, lovebirds!" O'Bannion smacks the hood of the car as Mitch and I drive off.
We drove in silence for a bit when I burst out laughing. Mitch chuckled softly, "What's so funny?"
"We're not actually buying a couple sixers for O'Bannion, right?"
"I mean..." He shrugs, pulling into his driveway and takes the keys out of the ignition.
"Mitch, my mother will kill me if she found out I bought not just booze but weed before I was even 18."
"Who says our parents had to know?" His classic smirk appeared on his face and I let out a laugh of disbelief.
