Scully
“She’s so beautiful…” Richard. Shut. Up. “Just ask her out already.” I said to him as we walked towards the dorms. My next class wasn’t until 4. “Why would she go out with a guy like me?” He stopped in his tracks.
“What do you mean?” I stopped too. He rubbed the back of his neck, “Y’know…a loser.”
“Dude, you’re not a loser. If you were a loser, why would I be standing here having this conversation with you?”
“Well you have no other friends now since you decided to hang out with us so where else would you be?”
“Huh, guess you’re right. You really are a loser.” He smiled and waved telling me he’d see me later as he went towards his building.
I had 2 hours before my class, so I decided to give Aunt Dana a call. She picked up on the second ring. “Hey honey.”
“Hey. Are you busy?”
“No, no. Why? Are you okay?” She sounded nervous. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just called to say hi…it’s been a while.”
“I know. I’ve just been really busy with work and everything. So, how’s school? How are your friends?”
“Eh, school’s good. Honestly, I don’t know. I haven’t really talked to them in a while. I kind of started hanging out with this new group of guys.” I described each of them and talked about their UFO conspiracies. I never actually realized how crazy they sounded until I said it out loud to someone else. “Wow.”
“I know right?” I laughed, “They’re honestly the coolest people I’ve ever met.”
“They sound like some old friends of mine.” She said on the phone sounding sad, “Well, I’m glad you have some new guys to hang around…but what about the ladies, huh?”
“Uh…about that…”
“My little Charles has a girlfriend?? Tell me everything about her! What’s her name? What’s her major? What does she look like?” I could hear her practically gushing through the phone. I didn’t know what to say or where to start… “Well, first off, she’s not my girlfriend. We’re friends. Her name is Warren, I mean Elizabeth, but she prefers to be called Warren, which is her last name. She’s majoring in Psychology. She’s so beautiful…”
“Aww! My baby’s in love!!” My Aunt gushed. Dear Lord. “No, no! I am not in love!!” I could hear someone asking for her on the other side of the phone, then her voice telling me she had to go, she loved me, and that the next time she visited she “just had to meet this Warren girl”.
Later that night, as I lay in bed attempting to sleep, Steve grilled me about my new pals, trying to get a rile out of me. “When was the last time that dude cut his hair anyway?” He asked referring to Richard. “That dude has a name, and it’s Richard. He actually gets his hair cut often, he just prefers to keep it longer.”
“And what’s with the shorter one, Frankie, is that it? Is he gay? Are they all gay?”
“No. Frankie is not gay. John is not gay. Richard likes Jillian. Just stop.” I rolled over off my back and faced the wall, away from Steve. “Richard Louis thinks he can get with Jillian Moore? That’s hilarious.”
“You’re just jealous because she never gave you the time of day, like she is to him.” He was silent and I closed my eyes thinking it was time to sleep. “Speaking of giving the time of day…” I groaned loudly. Guess not. “What’s the deal with you and Freakshow?” I rolled back over onto my back. “Excuse you. Don’t talk about her like that.”
