No Place for Bad Girls

Twinkies and Chips

POV~Megan

Last night after I woke up from the Ferris Wheel (I still can't believe I missed it!) Henry took me home. He also helped me sneak in through my window, which was sweet of him. On our way back to my house, I told him about my dad. Let me tell you, Henry was not impressed. It...also made him want to call the police even more.

I know I should call them...but they won't believe me. My mom tried calling them when I was little, and they didn't believe her. They left HER a warning, and left. The next week, my mom left. I've never understood why she didn't bring me with her, but I dropped that a long time ago.

I get up from my bed, but since it's Sunday I don't have to go to work. Henry and I only work Tuesday-Friday. I still want to get out of the house, so I slip on a black tank and draw-string blue shorts. I grab my hair tie from my desk and wrap it around my hair, twisting it into a low ponytail.

Carefully creeping downstairs, I manage to get outside without my dad seeing me. Or if he did happen to see me, he didn't stop me. I decide to take a walk to the grocery store and get something to eat; considering I shop for grocery's anyway. My dad is too lazy to, yet he expects food. Usually he'll leave me some cash on the table, but not much. I did get my first paycheck from Subway yesterday, but I'm also saving up for a car. I only need a few more paychecks to get my car because I've been saving up money since I was 13.

When I get to the grocery store, I hurry inside and am instantly greeted with cool air. I sigh in relief and move around the Hyvee, looking for something to eat on my way to the park.

I end up grabbing a chef salad and a pack of Twinkies. Don't judge, I just like Twinkies. After a while of waiting in line, out of the corner of my eye I spot Henry bouncing around in the chip isle; grabbing as many chip bags as he can possibly fit in his arms. I glance at the short line in front of me, compared to the long line behind me.

"Fine, Henry," I grumble to myself, even though he's not making me do anything.

I jump out of line and jog towards him. When I stand in front of him, he has to peak over his mountain of chips to see who I am.

"Megalicious! What're you doing here?"

I shrug. "Getting food to eat at a park."

He glances at my Twinkies. "You speak my language."

I laugh, and suddenly the whole pile of chips come tumbling down. Screaming, I back up before the chips can hit me. He groans and throws the rest of them to the ground.

"Well, great. What am I supposed to do now, huh?" He asks me.

I fake a thinking face. "For starters you could get a cart."

He waves me off. "Carts are over rated."

I roll my eyes. "What are you even doing with all of these chips?"

He flashes me a grin, trying to balance the chips once again. "I...am having a party." His eyes go bright. "You should come!"

I blush and smile a little. "OK...but you have to come with me to the park for lunch."

He smirks. "Deal."

When he tries putting his hand out for me to shake, all of the piles come tumbling down. Again.

POV~Henry

Not long after Megan and I pick up all of the chips, we decide that maybe I don't need ALL of the chip bags. She also convinced me to get a cart. I grabbed more stuff for the party, and something for lunch. A sandwich I decided, and a bag of chips for us to share. We were also, with much convincing, going to share the box of Twinkies.

As I walk along side Megan with groceries in our hands, I think of what I'm going to say to her once we get to the park. Now usually, I wing it and say whatever, but this time I think...I think I might ask her out. Woah, Henry big move slow down! I know, I know. But it just seems so right with her and well...I don't know. With my party tonight it's the perfect chance.

When we get to the park, I run over to the bench and gesture for her to sit down.

She laughs. "I'm coming, I'm coming."

I smile at her and sit down as she does too. We pull out the food and begin to eat the lunch. We talk for a while, about random stuff really. Food, music, college, etc.

"So, where are you going for college?" She asks through a mouthful of salad.

I shrug a little. "I got accepted into a college for basketball, but I don't want to go there. I haven't told anyone but..." I lean in close. "I got accepted into a music school."

She gasps and squeals a little. "Henry! That's amazing! That's...OH MY GOSH!" She screams, leaning across the table to give me a hug.

I laugh and take a deep breath, her familiar soft cotton candy smell filling my nostrils. She lets go and grins at me.

"So...what do you want to do?" I ask, raising my eyebrows up and down.

She laughs, her smile falling. "I...I don't know."

I smile softly and raise her chin. "C'mon girl, I know that's a fib."

She closes her eyes, and when she opens them up again she smiles a little.

"Well...I want to be a music producer. But...I don't know if I'll ever be able to get enough money for college."

My smile fades. "Hey, I'm sure you'll find a way. It'll be OK. And besides, student loans are always an option."

She takes a deep breath and nods.

OK, here's your chance Henry. Just go for it, I think.

"Uh so, I was wondering..."

I have no idea what hits me, but I suddenly jump up on the table.

"Henry, what are you doing...?" She asks cautiously, getting up from the table and backing up a little.

I smile warily. "Uh...I don't..." Then, the words come shooting out.

"Do you love the rain
Does it make you dance
When you're drunk with your friends at a party

What's your favorite song
Does it make you smile
Do you think of me?"

What. Am. I. Saying?! More like what am I SINGING.

"When you close your eyes
Tell me what are you dreaming?
Everything, I wanna know it all

I'd spend 10,000 hours
And 10,000 more

Oh, if that's what it takes
To learn that sweet heart of yours

And I might never get there
But I'm gonna try."

I FINALLY stop (that was an embarrassing minute) and Megan is staring at me with the widest and confused expression ever.

"What...what does that mean...?" She asks, even more confused as I get down from the table.

I clear my throat. Here goes nothing...

"I, I...I don't know."

I don't KNOW?! I know EXACTLY what I'm saying! I'm not sure why it was in song form...

She gives me a look and grabs another Twinkie from the box.

"Okay weirdo."

Man, what was I thinking.