Through A Shattered Lens

Blonde Loathing

Blonde Loathing

"How can you possibly have anything in common with her?" Skylar laid with her head rested on Max's thigh. Their night had ended early, with the taking home of Max's girlfriend Tabitha to avoid breaking her curfew. The two of them, however, had no one waiting at home for them, let alone a curfew.

Max rested his head back on the truck, looking up to the stars. "I could say the same for Brad, at least Tabitha gives me the time of day."

Skylar rolled her eyes, not that he could see, but she rolled them nevertheless. "He-" she swallowed and nearly choked.

"He doesn't even know you exist. Does he know you have photos of him plastered all over your room?" Max smiled, poking at her side. "Stalker."

She raised up quick and shot him a glare. "No. And he's not going to find out from you. Besides they are for the yearbook. I took them for the yearbook." Red blushed over her cheeks.

"Yeah, what is it about blondes anyway?" he wrapped his arm around her and patted her hair. "So what's on the agenda for this evening?"

They were like two pea's in a pod. They hadn't been friends for a long time but the bond of their friendship made it feel that they had been friends forever. They had met last summer while her father was remodeling Max's families pool house. Not that it needed remodeled she remembered thinking at the time. She had been helping her father with some of the finishing touches on the job when Max had come to offer them lunch. The memory came flooding back.

"Hey don't I know you?" Max sat down the fancy tray of food that he had brought to her father. He looked up to find Skylars's father who took the ample sandwich that the staff had prepared for him, then turned to her. "I didn't know you were out here or I would have brought you something."

"Skylar." She introduced herself. "We were in math together last year," she sat down the paint brush, embarrassed at the way she must look, covered in paint.

"Sir, do you mind if I steal your daughter away," he didn't wait for her father to reply before grabbing her hand. "I've free reign of the kitchen."

Max pulled her off and she laughed waving at her father, "I'll be quick daddy."

"Take your time," her father nodded and replied.

"Earth to Sky?" Max tapped at her temple. "Whered'd ya go?"

"I was just thinking."

"About Brad and his dreamy blue eyes."

She nudged his side with her elbow, "He's mine, demon."

"I love it when you see my true form."

She laughed, slid her bottom down and stood up. "Let's go for a walk, I'm bored."

"It's nearly 2 am."

"So?"

She scampered around the truck, opened the door and pulled out her camera. "I wanna get some pictures of the little cemetery we found the last time we were out here."

Max managed to step down from the truck, "The lighting would be better in the morning."

"Are you scared? Aren't you too tall to be afraid?"

He shook his head, "Let me get my flashlight."

"Okay scaredy-cat," she turned and snapped a few quick pictures of him.

Max tried the lighted beam, shining it in her eyes. "You're relentless."

"Come on. lets go."

They walked along the dimly lit path without artificial light until they came upon the opening of the circle of gravestones. Two large stones sat astride the unmarked entrance.