Where Are You Going Lindee?

PART 3 - YOU'RE A STAR LINDEE

PART 3

I woke up the following day with a throbbing headache and multiple cuts and bruises on my arms and legs.

What the hell happened???

I shut my eyes tight and tried to recall…

I remember leaving the party with Mike on his bike…the warmth of his body and the feel of his jacket against my cheeks put a smile on my face. I took a step back, wait, what? What??? Mike, dull Mike? Dull, annoying Mike? Seriously, what the hell happened.

I decided to grab my phone and check if there were any clues that might help me conjure up the events of the previous night…”Hmmm, a text message from an unrecognized number…”

“You’re a star Lindee. Keep on keeping on.”

Hmmm, I’m a star…what could that possibly mean? 

This is what I hate about partying too hard, you can never remember a goddamn thing. I’d probably make millions if I could invent a pill that would help people with post-alchohol memory loss…

I checked my phone photos next. Lots of blurry pictures from the party, an obnoxious selfie…let me quickly delete that…and an extremely dark photo taken outdoors. I couldn’t really make anything out except the grass in the foreground.

Grass, grass, grass…that’s all it usually takes. One keyword to unlock everything.

And then it came rushing back to me, an avalanche of scenes, dialogues and emotions.

I recalled breaking into the golf course, stumbling through the fence laughing and landing miserably on some thorny plants - that explains the cuts and bruises. Lying on the damp, itchy grass which probably wasn’t very comfortable but last night it felt like a luxurious mattress swallowing us in its comfort so that we felt magnetized to the ground. And then there were the stars. The sky was clear and they looked brighter than usual because of all the darkness that surrounded us. I remember hours spent just looking up at them in awe and bits of our conversation:

“You think there are others out there just like us?”

“Probably. It’s infinite so I guess it’s pretty dumb not to think so.”

I turned around to look at him “No, exactly like us, doing the exact same thing right now.”

He took a hit from his freshly lit joint, exhaled, passed it to me and said,“Like a parallel universe…”

“Yea…”

“No.”

I punched him playfully in the arm “You are such an asshole”

“What’d I say?”

“Nothing. You’re just such an annoying realist”

“And you’ve got your head up in the clouds.”

“Nothing wrong about dreaming…” I said softly with a deep sigh and focused my attention back up into the sky. I hate the way horrible memories always find a way to creep back into the present and ruin a moment as close to perfect as this.

He reached over, brushed my chin with his thumb and asked “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I just think it’s really fucked up that I have to deal with so much. It’s not fair. My life is shit.”

“That may be true right now but you can always change the way things are going you know. It’s your life not theirs…”

“If you really believe that’s true, then why are you here with the rest of us throwing your life away?”

“I’m not, I just really enjoy living on the edge” That made us both laugh and finally the heavy atmosphere was lifted.

“This is nice” he said.

“Yes it is”. I smiled knowing that this memory was mine to keep.

I was snapped out of my reverie by the sound of my cellphone beeping.

“Wanna hang out again tonight?”

“Not in the mood for breaking and entering today. My head hurts like a mother and I’m covered in bruises.”

“Hahaha, don’t worry. We’re not gonna do anything like that.”

“Ok, what you have in mind?”

“Pick you up around 8, don’t eat dinner.”

“What? Why not?”

“Just don’t.”