A Writer's Bucket List

SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK

I cannot believe I got pulled into this. I just wanted to stay home for the day. Well, not my home home but, my home, at the moment. I just- I just, I really want to get to know Floyd more. We drove for a good fifteen minutes to the heart of San Francisco, kind of like how Sunset Boulevard is where all the buzz is in LA. It's always been so odd to me that even on Mondays, there are still clubs open. All of the neon lights had characters of their own, advertising something sin-full, that everyone wanted to be a part of. Barely even a day in this city and already I loved it. I was beginning to forget why I didn't want to come. We came in Matt's Audi, he'd mentioned something about appearances where we were going. Looking outside the window, could see how life rolled around here. Everyone looked blissful, all made up just strolling around. It's Monday, why is everyone out. Gay couples, straight couples, trannies,old people trying to be hip, the super modern twenty year olds, everyone. Anyone imaginable was out here. "It's a Monday. Why is everyone out?" I exclaimed, not able to stand the burning question anymore. Matt and Aur were in the front. "I didn't even think about that dude... That's so true. It's like passed 9," added Aur. I saw Matt look back through the rear view mirror. A smirk played on his face.

"Welcome to the Bay Area dolls," purred Floyd. Can you not. Frick you mother fracker. How can someone be so sexy.

"Are you always this annoying?" I rolled my eyes. I heard Aur choke on the water she was drinking.

"ZAYUM. My boy! I think you've lost your touch. I like you Nicolas. You insulted Woodstock's ego! Woooooheyyy. BAZINGA, that. was. a. BURN," shouted Matt. Aur was cracking up and high fived me. Floyd looked up from his phone. He glared at me, then at Matt.

"Shut up blackboy," he responded to Matt's teasing. Matt only blew a kiss at him through the rear view mirror, flashing a smile, while smoothing back his hair. Aur had helped straighten it. I could already tell they had chem. "As to you," continued Floyd, his glare on me now. "You know you can't resist me. No girl can." He simply took to his phone again after saying that.

"Luckily I'm not a girl," I said under my breath. He heard of course.

"CALM DOWN, YOU'RE ONLY TWENTY TOEEE!" He boomed. And yes he pronounce two as toe. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You're only two years older you prick!" I snapped. His reaction to this left me dumbfounded.

He locked his phone and tossed it on my lap. He started stretching and rolled up the sleeves to his fitted shirt, revealing a small ying yang tattoo on his right forearm. He took off his seat belt, twisted his whole body towards the window, then lay on my lap. He patted the side of my head and took his phone back, returning to browsing social media. "Floyd. Get off." I said poking his head.

"No, I'm pretty comfy, thanks for your concern," he assured. What the hell? I looked down at him. I could see a shadow cast by his gorgeously long lashes. I think he felt my gaze, because he looked up.

"Hi there," he smiled. "Nice view up there?"

"You're so weird," I chuckled unwillingly. He was so charming at times.

We reached a giant building, where music was pumping through. I saw an enormous line of people waiting to get in. Again. It's bloody Monday! Why is it so packed. Jesus. Did I just say bloody? Edward's stupid Britishness, why did the transfer choose to hang with us. I love that little crumpet. I was thinking about my Edward and how awkward he was when I realized Matt drove us somewhere underground to a parking lot. Floyd got off and patted my head again, not once actually looking at me. We all got off the car.

"Alright girls,'' Matt started. "Act like you have somewhere better to be. Pretend the music isn't eating at your veins. Just while we get let in. Don't question it, just do it. Aur you'll be with me, Nik you'll go with Woodstock."