Cock and Bull Story

Preface

The credits role while happy music plays in the background signaling that I have indeed wasted another 2 hours of my life. I don't understand it, why do girls watch these stupid movies? Do girls expect that they will find they're perfect guy who will sweep her off her feet? I swear these stupid movies are giving the wrong idea about life. I reach for the remote to find a better movie, but someone snatches it before me.

"It's my turn to pick the movie! I can't stand watching another Christmas Prince movie!"I lunged at the remote again, but the attacker stopped me in my attempt. A hand presses against my chest, trying to push me away.

"Yeah, but you'll watch some stupid sad teen mo-OW!" Art screamed out in pain after I bite her hand. It allowed me to tackle her to the ground and yanked the remote out of her hand. I heard groans of protest from the ground, but it didn't stop me from scrolling through the list of movies and finding Heathers. See the beauty of Heathers is the dark satire humor; it's not about teen suicide like everybody that it was. It was about the cookie-cutter perfect girls who everybody wanted or wanted to be. It was about a clique that presented themselves as perfect, but they have their small flaws like how one heather had bulimia. There was no suicide, just murder. Murder because of the stupid perfect girl idea life has given us.

"You only watch this movie because Christian Slater is hot." and yeah, I watch it because young Christian Slater is hot.

Art and I have always had opposing thoughts on life, but we never fight or argue, we're two sides of the same coin. Art and I first met each other because of our lockers were right next to each other. On the first day of school, I could not get my locker open for the life of me, so she looked at my paper and was magically able to open it. She said that I wasn't hitting the right numbers and other tips that helped me, but she still opens it for me in the morning. We had only a few classes with each other because she was taking higher-level courses while I only took some, but we were still able to become close friends. She said I was the funny-looking flower, and shes the bee keeping me alive; she likes metaphors, but I never understand them. Art has always been the girl who got all the good grades and who you would envy because she made it look so easy. The truth is, she works hard and knows her limits. She doesn't swamp herself with extra work because it'll look good, and she understands when she needs to step back from drama. Her parents also understand this and won't pressure her to do anything that will ruin her happiness. She's also my therapist. She's a very level headed person, and she understands when she needs to use logic and emotion to help me. She understands me; she knows that she can't change me, and she doesn't; she just wants me to be happy.

Which leads us back to the previous situation

"Ok, but I know you love your macabre, but why don't we open the curtains and watch something else." Art would always say something similar to this in these situations. Picking movies have always been hard. We have a routine where we would take turns picking movies, but it usually turns into a debate than to a compromise. However, there were no good movies on Netflix we could choose, so we decided we would like so something else. We were debating if we should leave the hou-

Luckily are thoughts were interrupted by a loud clunk at the window. We're used to pebbles hitting my window, yet Art still screams, and I jump a little. I get up from the comfy cushion to slide my window aside. I stick a hand out in case he throws another pebble, and then I peer my head out. I'm greeted with a familiar grin and wave of men's-maybe women's cologne.

I lean over a little and shout, "Yo Asher, what the hell do you want?". We're still on the first floor, but there's a slight elevation that makes me need to keep taut.

He raises his hand towards his mouth and screams, "Howdy howdy! There's a band playing at Luke's Coffee, and it's like 8:00!" The whole neighborhood probably heard us, but they must be used to it by now; it just an inside joke that didn't make any sense but still made us smile.