Lonely Hearts Club

            I was sitting in the basement with everyone. Rose’s house was always the meeting place; her mom was to innocent and sweet to realize what was going on and her dad worked too late. The table behind the futon was my perch as I observed the group in the corner. Some 14 of us usually hung out, but tonight was different.

          The usual bong, provided by Dylan, was being passed around, and the usual people weren’t doing it. Me and Collin were watching college football, which was nothing new, but we were joined by Logan Richfield.

Things I Know About Logan Richfield

1. He dated that gross Amanda chick for a while.

2. He and Rose are friends.

3. He looks kinda Jewish, but he isn’t.

4. He moved here a few years ago.

5. He’s a junior

6. He’s not getting stoned right now.

            And why is he here? I don’t even know. He’s never come to one of our hangouts before. But I’m actually really surprised half the people here still come. Dylan for instance had a weird thing with Rose, she gave him a hand job and then they stopped talking for a little. Louis has a thing for Zoey, who we all know is a lesbian. Collin pretty much hates everyone here but Dylan. Erik had a weird thing with Zoey, before she switched teams, and Monica, in that order. Erica and Jake have been together for a while but before that Rose and Monica had a fight over him, which Zoey told him all about. And Carmen, Carmen just flirts with everyone.

            So in conclusion, all my friends are sluts.

            My thoughts were interrupted by Collin and Logan.

            “Let’s play manhunt!” Collin yelled, being a total douche as usual.

            After some arguing between the villagers, I was upstairs putting on my suede jacket. The smell of Italian cooking filling the air and Mrs. Antonio’s offerings being cut short with a few words from Rose.

            Some how there ends up being three teams.

            I don’t even know if that’s allowed, or if there’s even rules about it. But as usual Zoey, Louis and I were walking down a dark street, huddled together for warmth.

            “Come here,” Louis said as I let him put his arm around my waist, and Zoey grabbed his hand.

            “Louis big dick.” Zoey used his Monica appointed nickname in between giggles. “Are we supposed to be hiding?”

            “I think so,” Louis offered.

            “Fuck it let’s go to 711,” I said. “711 is warm.”

            “Oh my gosh!” Zoey exclaimed legitimately excited, “I totally forgot you can walk there from Rose’s. Oh my gosh.”

            “Do you have a girlfriend again Louis?” I have to ask this often. Louis goes to some private school on a football scholarship, so I never get the chance to be updated on his love life. And they always have these dances there. I hate them. All these sluts from other schools come and hit on the private school guys. Louis loves sluts though. They help him forget Zoey, if only for a little bit.

            “No,” he said starring off into space, “not since Emily.”

            “She was a hoe,” Zoey shouted, laughing.