Maya's Dead and I'm In Love

A Not So Sticky Situation Part 1

This poor girl was obviously confused. I don't blame her. 

"I'm kind of in " I glance down embarrassed as I speak "a little bit of trouble with the police right now"

"Oh crap" she smiles, "we should probably be getting you out of here then"

"sure, thanks!"

She grabs my hand and I can feel my heart going berserk inside my chest. I know my cheeks are heating up good and well and my stomach is swimming with butterflys. Before I even know whats happening I'm being dragged outside and she's telling me to stand on the pegs of her pale yellow bike. I, of course, do what I'm told and completely forget my skates which are still behind the register.

We ride down the streets full speed, my hands resting awkwardly on top of her shoulders because I have absolutely no clue where to put them. Everything goes very smoothly and she changes course into a small field. 

I glance up at the star's so I can look for little constellations, I spot the Little Dipper right away. I feel so immersed in the nice feeling the night has given me, and even though I'm in quite the circumstance, I'm so undeniably happy. The wind bristles prick away at my cheeks and I'm left with that satisfying cold stinging.

My bubble is burst by ambulance lights streaking down the road we just cut off at. Guilt overrides my senses instantaneously. Somebody else could be using that ambulance somebody in a - car crash. 

A shiver wrecks my entire body and I pretend it isn't there.

"Mind telling me what's going on here"

"Um"

"You don't have to, you know"

I felt deeply as if I did. I mean what was I going to tell her, no? She went through all this trouble and now probably with have to deal with the stress of filing a 'false' police report all because I wanted some stupid coffee to pass my stupid exams. I knew I shouldn't have taken college.

However, I love it there.

Well at least I did until...

I block out the thought. 

It's just VERY few people with ADHD actually manage to graduate college. So that for starters was setting me off a little rocky. Then there's the fact that I'm terrible and school in general. I always told myself college would be easier, better. Boy was I wrong. 

"I, uh, fell"

"no"

What? Does she know something else happened? I wait for her to continue with her response, say anything to get my mind off of her vague but mysteriously attractive response. After a few moments in somewhat comfortable silence I realize she's just one of those people who say more without words.

"I- I got beat up"

"Reason?"

"What?" I don't realize I'm saying that out loud.

"There's always a reason" she says simply.

I wish (and I use that term very respectfully) that I had gotten pummeled for a good cause, protesting for equality , defending my friends, saving a stranger or small animal. I know, however, that that is not the case and decide to just up and tell her the truth.

"I'm - uh, gay"

"Bi actually" I continue.

"Sure." she pauses "That's why they hit you?" she sounds genuinely shocked, but not surprised.

I nod, but then realize she can't see me right now.

"Yep" I enunciate the P

"THAT LITTLE" she stops midway and cools down. "We're here "

We're in another large green field lit up solely by the moonlight. Little dandelions and buttercups sprinkle the ground beneath us, which I find quite soothing. Out in the distance near the tree line of a dark forest is a old building, seemingly abandoned. As I notice the dim lights of magical firefly around the open space, Mystery Girl begins walking in the direction of the somewhat eerie, definitely adventure provoking building. 

I realize I still don't have a name to call her by, so I ask.

"Charlie"

My mind instantly jumps to the song but I know now is not the place for that.

I follow a few feet behind her as we get closer to the spooky place which I now realize is a warehouse. 

Trippy.

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A few silent moments later we've arrived. The building is dusty and dirty which doesn't necessarily set well with me, but I shove off the feeling that I need to take about 500 baths and force myself to throw up even though I haven't actually touched anything at the moment.

She gives a firm kick to the bottom of the dirt encrusted wooden door leading into the fully concrete building. Inside is simply the same as the outside except at the very top of the walls there is an extremely faded blue stripe painted into the harsh and disgusting material.

The very big, very open room is practically empty. There's a filthy brown couch with a missing cushion to my left, but she walks past it up a set of metal stairs to my right. When walking I'm especially careful not to touch any thing, holding my hands up to my chest. I probably look insane, I hope Mys- Charlie doesn't notice me going into one of my germ things.

The staircase leads to the roof and she prys open a wooden trap door. Dust and particles fall down in a whirlwind. This is not good. I try to hide my shudder as she steps up into the night sky. She walks to the raised barrier at the edge of the perimeter and hops up to take a seat on top of it. 

I walk up as well before my fear of heights suddenly kicks in. Screw that, I like this girl. So I sit down. I'm probably way to close to her, and she's probably uncomfortable, and to be honest so am I, given I cant look down without finding myself teetering forward. I'm even more so when she pulls out a pack of cig's from her jeans. Silently she offers me one.

My heart is pounding for a myriad of reasons and being the incredibly stupid person I am I take it from her long fingers and slip it between mine. She lights her up before she lights mine and then proceeds to take a long drag.

This shouldn't be too hard, I've read so much about people smoking in all of those novels I read compulsively in high school, plus my mother's been doing it pathologically in secret since before I was born. 

I never wanted to.

Practically everyone in my life was always puffing on a cigarette until I was eight or nine and my father quit. Other than that, they all still do. They were never able to shake the habit. 

That's what terrify's me most as I sit thirty feet up on a revolting and possibly haunted warehouse in the middle of nowhere while hoping the cops don't somehow know I was the one Charlie 'falsely' called into the station for.