Stoked Again!

Chapter V: The Irony in Life

~Irony's P.O.V.~

Can you believe how ironic is life sometimes? There are times in which you think that somethings can be done possible. Then there are times in which you realize it is the exact opposite. Like how you say you're of this race despite the fact that you look like a white chick. Or how your name means something beautiful and sweet, despite your personality. Originally, my nickname was "The Queen of Irony". I thought of the second part as the reason, but in reality, is how, when I meet someone, they tell me something so ironic of them. Even when I don't ask. And many people say I'm not the listening and patient type. Ironic, huh?

How is this possible? I'm not sure; can't really think of how I'm a magnet to this. But there is an example of how this works.

Let's just say that the day before I got into this shithole I called "work", my dad had a small discussion with me about my sexuality. Yes, my dad is one of those homophobic, a-holes that give a shit about any flaw in my life, and people ask why my mom wants my custody so badly?

He still wasn't happy that I just came out to my entire school this spring, and he tried to plead me this was a phase, plus that I try to convince everyone that I was at least bi-curious. The man is an insane perfectionist that hates "fags", especially lesbians. Why? Not telling, yet. Although another reason might be because he's a playboy that when he asks a chick out, their answer is always "I'm a lesbian" or "I dig chicks". Oh! Or my favorite "F&*^ off, asshole!"

Never gets old!

Anyway, we ended up fighting about the subject and he told me: "The moment you come back, you keeps those bags packed and move in with your mother!" Harsh, I know. But I was expecting it to happen, never thought it would be through the phone. Coward. I was however mad 'cause mom just got fired, and she and her lover were trying to work with the money they've got left. So with me in there, financial problems will be worse.

I was pissed. And when I'm pissed, no one wants to mess with me. I just decided to hear my music for the entire ride, until I reached the docks. Went from emo to punk in less than 30 minutes, new world record. Taking a deep breath, I waited for the boat to come. I was so distracted by my music, I didn't notice someone was introducing themselves, until they removed my left earbud.

"Hey, what's your..." At that moment, I just kept quiet for a few seconds. But in that short time, I could see Aphrodite herself. Strawberry blonde hair, rare yet majestic, that you could see for miles. Her skin looked slightly tanner then mine, but visibly, it was smooth. Her sapphire eyes just shined naturally even without the sun light; staring into my soul with a hint of empathy and innocence. Lips coral with a hint of pink and gloss that made want to grab her face to kiss them. Its like in those fairy tale books, love at first sight, now not just some excuse for little kids as to keep their innocence. For a moment I thought I was not going to die alone...

But my big mouth came in.

"What do you want, prick?" Why do I have to be... well, me?

And to my surprise, she didn't walk away with a pissed off face, or just simply saying "RUDE!," but instead she apologized and pointed out: "Is just your luggage is on top of mine."

I turned around as fast as I could, mostly to hide my red face, and pulled out my luggage and walked away as fast as possible, again to hide my red face. What can I say, I hate to show my embarrassment, is natural. Anyhow, I decided to stop around the corner of the docks and plug my earbuds back on to listen to my music while ignoring my broken heart. It's not just because I just walked away from a really cute girl, but also, that really cute girl seems to have a boyfriend, bad boy to be exact, stereotypically because of the hotrod he decided to bring. Not sure how his parents could allow a "death machine" as my mom would call it. But it wasn't the only thing I notice. Seemed that the two of them have a relationship on the rocks from all the bickering I could hear from the other side.