Coming of age at the beginning of the 21st century.
War, technology, and pop culture collide to shape this motley crew of high schoolers on the verge of graduation.
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Ah! What a beautiful wonderful day! The carefree and cloud-footed joy, excitement, satisfaction, and contentment which just makes the whole world recede. Problems dissolve and all duties are sweet as a tree breeze. The glow and the irreverent superior apathy about the loveless sacks and happy idiots plodding around the exterior of the bubble. The bubble of potential loving infinities and love induced inebriation, drunk and dazed in awe and hope of self-constructed, and imaged expectations already fulfilled. The piercing golden rays of self actualization. A razor of elan vital.
Had there been something to worry about?
Impossible!
Everything is perfect!
Clair had forgotten her alibi creamer in the fridge, but no doubt she's capable of spinning an Arabian Knight style tale justify this forgotten item and distract from her inside out shirt.
Later that day, Clair spirted Nick a call, she told him how her parents were nonplussed. They mentioned her recent 18th birthday and turned up their hands in surrender simply admonishing her: "It's your sleep!".
What a relief.
Diplomatically, they resolved to spend at least one day apart so when he does meet her parents, this misadventure is less recent in their minds. They laughed and blew kisses through the telephones. He kept on driving towards his afternoon swim meet and she strode off to her coffee beat with her sandaled feet.
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The rest of the swim team rode to the meet in a bus, but Nick drove himself so he could make it back to town in time for his night school class. Excited by both his new sweetheart and his impending competition, he bounced around the truck to Results May Vary, full volume, like a one man mosh pit. The soft suspension rocked and rolled as he sped south. He may have been to this school before, but he can't remember exactly. All of these front range farm towns blur together, little, indistinct islands of green surrounded by the plains and their amber waves of grain.
Following hand written directions he pulled from Mapquest, he finds the school. But, it's clear the aquatic center is not on the school campus. As he's crawling around the small town streets considering his next move, he sees his car cross the street two blocks ahead.
What the Hell?! Someone has stolen my car! I'll kill 'em! My CDs are in there!
His reptilian brain is screaming. But his mammalian brain reminds him that maybe, just maybe, it's his dad driving around. So he pulls forward and catches up to the old Buick Century. He honks his horn and yells at his dad:
"You're a thief old man!" His dad is as oblivious as always and doesn't notice the honking or yelling. Nick has to pull in front of his dad, stop the truck, hop out, and yell: "What the hell you doing out here?".
It seems like they're the only two people in this po-dunk town, 47 miles away from home. No one is around to comment on their roadside antics.
"I'm looking for Shelia's dog." Nick's dad explains, as if it's perfectly normal for him to searching for a lost dog 47 miles away from home. Nick is flabbergasted.
