JOYRIDING

/four/

This is mostly filler oops

"Hey. This is Frank. I'm busy, you know what to do after the beep."
Beeeeep...
"F-Frankie? ... I can have visitors. If you could show up... I'd like that."
"Hello?! Mom?"
"Frank!"
"I'll be there."

I don't even want to see my mom. I maybe want to make her guilty, but I don't want to talk. I just said yes to have a break in what is becoming a routine.
To get away and do something crazy and stupid and all kinds of wrong.
I decide I'm driving over, to the loony bin in New Jersey. Why not drive? It's like two and a half hours. That's not bad.

It's late. There's only a few motels open. I pick the better looking one and get a room.
Room 217
I locate my room and start getting ready for bed. I toss my duffel on the floor next to the bed and kick off everything but my boxers before wriggling into the bed and–
Someone is fucking fucking. The room next to mine; I can hear moans and grunts and far more than I want to. I want to sleep but I can't with that noise.
I lay there for thirty minutes, getting more and more pissed off with every little noise. Finally I jump up and stomped next door.
I pound on the door until it swings open.
He's taller than me, with pale skin, brushed at the shoulders by greasy black hair. Dark, messy eyebrows and dark bags ring beautiful hazel eyes. Thin pink lips hold an unlit cigarette.
I gasp a little. "Fuck... Uh, I'm trying to sleep," I mumble.
He chuckles. "Alright, pipsqueak," he giggles and turns to disappear back into his apartment.
"Fucker," I hiss.
He freezes and slowly turns back to me. "I fucking know you."
"Oh yeah?"
He nods slowly. "... Frank. The troublemaker, in Belleville."
I groan. "You do."
He smiles. "See you tomorrow?"
I shrug. "That way," I mutter, pointing to my room.
He nods. "Goodnight."