The Gypsy in Studio 53

6. Sunnyside Ex, Anyone?

 I called Lenny at dawn about not being able to drop by today due to the beach thing. He was still sleepy when he mumbled in agreement. "You wake me up in the middle of the night just to tell me this? You know I have trouble falling asleep!" Lenny said in between his pillows.

"Uhuh. Lenny, get over it. I'll see you tomorrow!" I think he let out a soft growl when I dropped the line.

As promised, Lizzie and the Prick arrived in front of my house at seven in the morning. I got my stuff and put it behind the trunk of the Prick's black Lotus and then hopped onto Benny. I like riding early mornings. I had a brown leather jacket on and my skin-tight jeans and brown riding boots that zipped at the back of my lower leg. I wore my Dior white sunglasses, flipped one end of my scarf behind my right shoulder and put my hair up in a bun-- I'm super ready. I loved dressing up for a long ride.

"Looking lovely, Souxie." Prescott complemented. I grinned at him.

"You aren't riding with us?" Lizzie was wearing a yellow and white sundress that complemented her shoulder-length red hair that was neatly tucked behind her ears.

"I am. I'm just taking Benny for a spin." I rolled my eyes at her and Prescott smiled at my sarcasm. She's too slow for her own good. Lizzie stuck her tongue out at me as she got in the car. 

"South Boston beach, right? I'll meet you there. Try not to be too slow, else I'd have to keep the sunshine all to myself." I grinned as I hit the sidestand and heard Benny roar to life with a tad echo as the streets were still empty on a Saturday morning.

"Take care!" Lizzie shouted as they drove off. I'm not used to people caring too much about me, I guess Liz was just nice enough to always think about my safety. How I wish Prescott were really serious about her, if not, I'd have to break a couple of his ribs for him to understand the gravity of his actions.

The morning breeze brushed my cheek, I just had to wait a couple of minutes so I could catch the fresh air fill my bronchioles. This is what I loved about my neighborhood, it's so peaceful and quiet. Sometimes, I wouldn't know what time it is because people barely go out. I lived in an area where people didn't bother about their neighbors. I guess it's an upper-class thing. Some would think people are too high-up to care about neighbors-- snobbish one might think, but I liked it that way. I rode away slowly through pavements and empty lots, I guess I'm used to the quiet and the lonely.

I drove past the highway hearing a couple of whistles from driving men. Some guy tried to hit on me while waiting for a stop light and he got a good smack on the head from his girlfriend. Desperate perverts are everywhere! Why am I not surprised?

It disgusted me how most men are very much aesthetic and superficial. Can I blame them though when a smoking vixen on a bike drove by in skin-tight clothing? I'm vain, aren't I? Whatever, I know I'm pretty but constant reminders are welcome.

A few more minutes and I was on a long high-way constantly passing in between stupid drivers who drove slower than a tow-truck. I liked long rides, it somehow enlightens me to think of good ideas for upcoming projects. 

I just passed the shoulder where Jonas and I used to park to make-out and talk about nonesense, non-stop. An itch came to my throat at his memory.I looked to the sky for a while to see how beautifully painted it was with thin clouds and the sun a little above the east. I was nearing the beach.

Man the hell up Souxie, get over it. You're fine. You've always been fine. I parked Benny and my boots hit the sand. Yes, I'm ready for this.

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