The sun was hot and soaking through my white tank top. Still, i raised my Oakleys, to catch a better glimpse of the girls walking by. There's too many. with their tight see-through tank tops, and multicolored short shorts. They passed by, all giggly, and never took their eyes off me. So typical.
But i suppose I 'm not the usual guy they see just chilling in the parking lot. A beach-bum-type, cruising in a small country town, such as this. I surely don’t belong here. Which is why i need to leave, before noticed.
I looked in my back seat, and smiled at my suitcases. I was so proud of its Reddit worthy content. But my thoughts are interrupted by a girly scream. I look up to find one of the girls freaking out over a spider on her car door. How ridiculous. I needed to leave. But first... i needed to eat.
I stepped out of my world rally blue Subaru, and slammed the broken door behind me. I made my way across the parking lot, eyeballing every girl I seen. None of them seeming to meet my standards.
I opened the door, and there it was. That obnoxious bell on the door frame of every store, in this redneck town. How ridiculous. As if they actually cared about who came in. Ha. I stood there for nearly three minutes, with my hands shoved knee deep into my white and green pinstriped shorts, swinging my hips back and forth awkwardly.
Finally a thin wasted red head came to my attention. She was dressed in all black, excluding her red belt. And you certainly didn’t need binoculars to notice puberty had done her well. She would do. But wasn't worth the wait of her work hours.
She seated me in an off white pleather booth. Save a few statues of Sid Author, and the menu, the place didn’t really scream Asian. More just a very modern restaurant.
I ordered a water- no ice, and sat idly starring at the laminated paper offering the typical egg rolls, rice, and vegetables. How ridiculous. She comes back and sets a napkin down, with my water (full of ice) on top. I let out a disappointing sigh.
So much time put into the fabrication, print, and perfect folding. Just to be destroyed by the ring of sweat from my glass. This would make for a good metaphor, and ill most likely use it in future writing.
I order a dish of chicken, rice, and vegetables. Just to amuse myself. As she jots it down, I move the salt back in line with the pepper, and dump out the sugar packets. I begin to color code them as she walks away, giving me an odd look. Things like this bother me.
She returns a few moments later with a bowl in the shape of a diagonally cut egg, full of salad. And another half sphere with onions floating in hot water. Ridiculous.
I pick apart the salad, piece by piece. Finally time to think by myself. It would be a few days drive before i reached California. I wonder how many i could collect by then. Or where id start.
Just then my eyes met those of a young dark haired girl, from across the room. She smiled, and I winked in return. She nodded her head, for me to join her. I do.
Her name is Jamie Lynn. How trashy. She informs me of her hopes and dreams, as i organize her table’s condiments as well. I wonder if she can tell i don’t care. Most likely not. As she rambles, i continue to pick apart my salad. She. Is. Ridiculous.
She informs me that she just turned seventeen. I ask her if my age- twenty two, bothers her. She laughs and leans in, while brushing my arm. She has a grin, in which i suppose was intended to be seductive, and tells me that she “totally loooves” older me. this amuses me.
I scratch where her fingers touched, as our food comes. She keeps yammering, while i stuff my face, until I just couldn’t take it anymore. “Do you want to leave?” I interrupt.
She starred at me for a bit, as if to make sure she heard me correctly. “Where are we gonna go?” her voice sounded soft, and obviously over worked. What a girl.
“California.” I reply shoving a fork full of chicken in my mouth.
“Are you serious?” she seems surprised. I just shrug. “But, I 'm only seventeen.” I shrug again.
She thinks for a bit, then a smile grows on her heart shaped face. “sure.” her voice sweet. Is she really this stupid? She can't be.
I smile and keep chewing. “cool.” i say in mocking tone, that clearly went unnoticed.
I raise my hand at a man, who resembles the bad guy from Mulan, as he walks by. He brings me my check, and I slip in a twenty and a ten. credit cards are traceable.
The red head comes back with my change, and hands us each a fortune cookie. Out of gut feeling, which I often get, I ask her to trade with me. She does. I open it, and it reads: “You are in great danger. Keep family close.” I catch a smile half way across my face. oh, the irony.
She seems puzzled, so I ask her what it says. She answers: “Your life is in danger.” my heart stops for a second. Could someone know? Impossible. “Say nothing to anyone. you must leave the town immediately, and never return.” I have to fight the urge of braking into sudden laughter. Oh. She wont. “Repeat: say nothing.” I now realize how horrible of a reader she is.
However, I laugh, and lean over, “Then I suppose its a good thing you found me.” I toss the small fortune into my oinion soup, and stand. As we leave the redhead ask for us to come again. As if she cares about anything more than the five dollar tip i leave her.
I open the car door for her, grabbing the stained gloves off the seat, and throwing them into the back. “handy man, are you?” she ask, running her hand down the center of my back. She's standing closer to me now, with her body pressed against my leg.
“Very handy indeed.” I reply with an awkward chuckle, trying to act the least bit interested. Shes got me turned around, and against the door frame. She laces her fingers in mine, and kisses each of them. “I'd like to find out how handy.” her voice mocks one of a burlesque dancer I got in Nevada last summer. I kind of liked that one.
Her face kind of twist, and is buttered with confusion.“Whats that for?” she points to a bag full of knives covered in dried blood, resting in the floor behind my seat.
“I skin animals” I reply quickly. She doesn't care. I 'm cute. That's all that matters to her. And I 'm relieved.
So I quickly make my way around the car, and get in. As I start my car, sunlight hits the ruby that's plated in the gold ring, still sitting idly in my cup holder. I take it out, and hand it to her, with a grin. She doesn't even question where it comes from. But the investigators will.
We head down the road, and I being to wonder where I'll dump her. Maybe a hotel 8. She fiddles with the radio, and decides on a guy talking fast about how “fat” his wallet is. Waffle House now seems more appropriate.
Red and blue flashing lights pass by us, as she slips her hand on to my inner thigh. “I wonder what that's about” I can barely hold back my smirk. She just keeps rubbing.
“Probably just another drug bust. But, anyway, like I was saying earlier- POP.” Where in the hell did she get gum? “I really wana be a singar...” The guy with the wallet suddenly becomes more interesting.
She grabs her bag, and turns to put it in the back. I catch a glimpse of a butterfly tramp stamp. I cant help but let a chuckle out on this. Ridiculously classic. I run my hand across her lower back, and she turns to me again with that ridiculous seductive smile. She doesn't look so bad from the backside. But I can't help but wonder how much better she'll look with duct tape over her mouth.
