Deception of the Mind

Runaway Date

"C'mon Gypsy!" Duke yelled for the ninth time, literally.

"If you yell at me one more fucking time, I will stab you in the neck with my fucking eye liner!" I yelled back. He chuckled and sighed in defeat.

"Okay. Okay. You better look hella good for making me late for this party." I smirk to myself.

"Your already know, baby. I never disappoint." I put on one more coat of my bright red lipstick and fluff my long black hair. I sashay down stairs and clear my throat when I reach the bottom. Duke looks up and licks his lips. He steps closer and pulls me to him.

"You're right. Damn baby," he drawls out and looks down at my body.

"Nah uh. I told you. I don't fuck my best friends twice," I chuckle. I've known Duke ever since we were in sixth grade. He's my right hand man. And the only reason I fucked him is because I wanted my first to be with someone I love, and after that I was free to fuck whom ever I liked. He puts his hand to his heart and wipes away a fake tear.

"That hurts Gyps. That really hurts." I laugh and take in his appearance. He's wearing black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with 'stoner' written in metallic. He actually smiles and kisses my forehead. "However, I do fuck best friends twice." I smirk and trace over his laugh lines.

"Better not let your girlfriend hear that, Old Man." I grab my keys off the key holder and start out the garage door.

"She's not my girlfriend!" Duke yells after me.

"Try telling her that." I throw over my shoulder. I stop midway down the drive way and look at the keys in my hand. "Grabbed the wrong keys." Duke stops right behind me and looks over my shoulder.

"Nahh, it's okay. We can just go in the Corvette."

"But I wanna go in the Lykan," I whine. I know your probably wondering how I can afford these expensive ass cars considering I'm only a senior in high school. Let me explain. My parents are total rock stars. Which is why they are never home, always on tours. And my older twin siblings are major drug lords in New York. Plus, it helps that I'm the leader of the biggest gang in Cali. Yes, my parents know what their beloved 'Angels' are up to. They actually encourage us. My parents don't care what we do as long as we don't die, and frankly we can't make them that promise.

"Look, we are already late! The Corvette is fine!" Duke all but yells.

"No need to go all Hulk on me," I say in a hurt voice. I climb in the driver seat of my grey Corvette and press the button thingy for the garage to open. As soon as the engine comes to life, 'Mean it' by G-Eazy blast through the speakers.

"God, no. No. No. No. We are not listening to him." Duke shouts over the bass and reaches for the aux chord.

"I control the radio," I drone out and slap his hand away. Maybe a little to hard. Whoops.

He winces, "Clam down, Man Hands!"
I smile in victory and turn the radio up louder.

***

I pull up to the Tyler's party and take out my phone.

I'm parking in your garage.

I take out the other garage thingy, I really should learn the word to that, and drive into Tyler's garage.

Ty-Dy: I don't even know why you text. You always park in there. Have you not noticed the specially reserved parking space for you?

I smile and get out the car, putting my keys in the pocket of my shorts. Checking my appearance one last time I tap on the window of the passenger side. Looks like all the waiting around for me, threw Sleeping Beauty into another slumber. He stirs a bit and barely opens his eyes. "Wake up!" I yell at him through the window. He squints at me and flips me off before turning back on his side. I should've known. After all the years of me dragging him along to these parties he still can't handle the party life. "Whatever, come find me when you wake up," I yell again. I make my way through the crowded house and go outside to the usually meet up place. We only throw parties when we just made a big sell. And today we did the biggest. The Manics have been trying to get a contract with Joey Burns for years. Today was the day that he finally met with us and agreed to letting us sell for him. Finally reaching the old swing set I through up a rock n roll sign.