The Imperfect People

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Megan

When I get outside the hospital it's still hot out which probably justifies the ammount of people I see walking about in shorts and short-sleeved t-shirts.  When it hits me that what people are wearing today is not at all important to me I realize that I have no idea where I am and no idea of how to get back home.

Great.

Clayton Memorial Hospital is tiny, it faces a main road with a parking lot to the left and to the right a turn-off to who-knows-where.  The windows in the ambulance were tinted so I can't even remember what way I came.  I consider for a second to call Olivia, but then I rule it out.  Interrupting her with a phone call on her very first day of a new job could get both of us in trouble.  

I'm just about to return back inside to call a cab when --

Thunk!  I collide head-on with a body.  

"Shit!' the person says.  It's a boys voice.  A boy's body.  

"I'm so sorry!" I say quickly, "I am so so so sorry!"

The guy, who is around my age and thin with messy blonde hair, smiles a crooked grin.  Without a doubt, this guy would be categorized as sexy, but the pink shorts and t-shirt with Marilyn Monroe's face on it suggest to me that he doesn't exactly bat for my team.

"Oh my God it's like totally cool," he replies.  Definetly not on my team.  

"More importantly, are you okay?"

I nod and rub my forehead which is stinging slightly and nod.

"I'll survive."

"Well," he says, "try not to go bumping into anyone else, see ya," and he goes to walk off towards the parking lot until I say:

"Hey!" - and instantly the guy stops and turns around, so I continue, "This might seem strange but I was wondering if you knew how to get over to Collins from here?"

"Not from around these parts," he asks, confirming my suspiciouns that Hot Stranger was without a doubt (Gay) Hot Stranger.  I nod at him and he smirks.

"I'm going near by there if you need a ride?" he replies.

And so I'm standing there in the blistering heat staring at this guy in his too-short-for-my-liking pink shorts and his too-tight-for-my-liking Marilyn Monroe t-shirt which shows off his biceps and I come to the conlusion that I actually don't even have any money for a cab fare and that there's no way that Gay Hot Stranger could be a crazy Michael Myers type, so I say:

"Sure," and we head off into the parking lot together.

Gay Hot Stranger tells me his name is Sam whilst we're driving down a busy high-way in his mint green VW Beatle.  He tells me that he was visiting his mom in hospital and that he's dating this guy called Axel (which is the guy's actual real name) and that his favorite band are these guys called Chocolate.  We're listeing to one of there songs Killing Time which is a electro-pop meets alt-rock meets awesome kind of thing.  

"So, what about you?  What brings you to the Sunny State?" Sam asks.

I tell Sam that me and my Aunt Olivia used to live in California then Ohio and now we reside over on Collins Drive and she works for some Graphic Design company and that I know hardly anybody in town.  He's about to ask me another question when he slams the brakes and the car jolts to a stop mere inches away from the BMW jeep in front of us.  "Asshole," Sam rages, "YOUR BRAKE LIGHTS ARE CALLED BRAKE LIGHTS FOR A REASON!"