Mom drove me to the gas station, and dropped me off. I then preceded to walk to the bar, after she was out of site. I know, I know, I'm a good, mama's boy. As I neared the bar, I could see Ford pickups lining it. I can also hear the roar of the jukebox blaring 'something 'bout a truck'. Walking the last couple yards, I spot Elena leaning against the outer wall. As I draw near, she shouts "Hey city slicker, what's up?" with a smile.
"Nothing much, just looking for a 5'7, brunette, emo, beautiful girl. You seen anyone with that description lately?"
"Um, nope, not in the last hour, no. Why?"
"AUGH! Don't you get it? I was talking about you."
"Haha, I know, I was just being a bitch, and that's really how you'd describe me?"
"Yah why?"
"Because everyone else in this town would call me an ugley, fat, cutting cow."
"Woah, woah, woah! Hold the fuck up! You are gorgous, and skinner than anyone else in this town! And I'm not like everyone else in this town."
"Well thanks, and your just trying to get me to tell you about me by buttering me up, and getting me to trust you."
"OK, I'm sorry, but your wrong, I just think that you are a cool person, and I don't care if you trust me enough to tell me about you or not, but if you do that's fine, I'll listen. I just want to be a person that you could call a friend. That's it. No more, no less. Trust me, or don't. It's your choice."
"You know what, it is my choice, and I choose this!"
I was super shocked when she then leaned in and kissed me, and with that, she walked in the direction of her house to leave me no more than dumb-founded.
