What would you do if a Walkman landed at your door with instructions of a quest you must follow to reveal your secret admirer?
What if you didn't have the ability to connect and communicate with the world around you?
What if love came wrapped up in...
I go outside, carefully, making sure no one is watching me, and they aren't. Dubby trails behind. He looks like he'll cack himself. For some reason I'm not scared, I feel nothing, but the adrenalin in my body is taking over. I don't know how I feel about Carter... nothing right now. I'm not sure if that's a bad thing or a good thing. What I feel isn't a priority right now, maybe it should be. But I'm a woman on a mission to find out and see if it's him. I don't even know what I'm looking for, but something else has taken over my body now, and I'm not in control.
Dubby keeps calling my name in a whisper, but I don't care. I go across the street to his house. There are no lights on and no car in the yard. His parents must be away. "This house," I ask Dubby. He nods, reluctantly. I can smell the stench of anxiety and fear coming off him, but it can't touch me, nothing can right now. I feel like I've drank too much alcohol, I didn't even know what I was sipping and then gulping.
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I go around the house, trying to see which room is his. "Which one is it?" I call to Dubby. I try all the downstairs windows anyway, but they don't open. I guess I could always look for a spare key. People are dumb like that, always under the front mat or flowerpot. Maybe they think criminals won't look there because it's too obvious, or maybe criminals aren't that smart to begin with and actually do check there first. Or maybe they just know people can be dumb. Gosh, I feel like I'm rambling. What was in that drink?
"Dubby?" I call again.
"It's that one," he points up to the upstairs window.
And I think, alright, I can do this. Totally. Sure these days I'm defying gravity anyway. I don't know what that means. But things are on fire. I'm on fire. I can do this. I know I can.
"Dubby, boost!" I exclaim.
He sighs and comes over. He hoists me up. "How are you even going to get in?" he asks.
"I love how you asked that right after you hoisted me up. Loving the commitment to the cause, Dubs."
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"What are you on tonight, Francis? Like seriously? You can't just break into someone's house."
He said my name, he wants impact, but it doesn't even dent me, I've bigger fish to fry.
