The last two days have been jam-packed with excitement. I have become a better man as a result. It is a break I desperately needed and appreciated.
I wake up, give W. a hug and jet over to a 2 hr. staff meeting twenty minutes away. It drags. It kills me knowing W. is waiting for me to get back while I learn some pretty minimal changes to the work order (this is my second job: DJing).
When I finally do get back, I meet W. for breakfast as Cora’s. We have a pleasant breakfast. She spends a lot of her time on her phone and such, but I don’t mind. Hanging out with W. is more like being a support system for her, but she is genuinely a good time. She is just very off-the-wall and dial friendly.
We head over to Canadian Tire to burn some time before her friend gets into town (who W. is driving back to her home-town). We sit in her car listening to the Sex Ray Vision remix of Friday. We both have a smoke and I feel fantastic. I am having a fucking amazing day, and the buzz I get from smoking puts me straight into euphoria (being a lightweight for substances isn’t all bad). We head inside and I buy myself a new headlight bulb and a new air freshener (Fresh Linens. Fuck Ocean Breeze).
When we get outside W. can’t start her car. Pain in the ass. I call around to find someone with booster cables. T. (one of my two ‘brothers’) has a weird boosting device that I borrow from him. We drive back to W.’s car and start it up. Beauty.
After that it isn’t long before W. leaves. It was really nice seeing her. I half-expected something to happen between us, but I’m happier it didn’t. I felt like her brother while with her, and it’s a nice feeling. Even when she doesn’t show it I know she cares about me immensely. I hug her, tell her I love her, and she’s off. An anti-climactic departure.
Now I’ve got plenty of day to burn. I call T. and ask him to hang out but he’s feeling kind of ill. Instead I invite E. (my legitimate sister) to go see Paranormal Activity 3. Goddam that movie is amazing. Most people don’t like the series but I adore the mechanical scare tactics, and creative ways in which they depict ghosts. It is fun being with my sister. We are at the point where our interests and conversations match up nicely. I no longer feel much older than her. To think she is only a year younger than K.
After E. I see J. (one of my really close feminines). We go for coffee and then watch Superbad. I can tell she isn’t very impressed by the movie but a few moments make her laugh. It’s nice to see her. There are frequently periods where we don’t text in which she will get pretty pissed and set me straight. Oh well. It was nice hanging out. She provides a nice outlook on life that isn’t so stressful. J. is the angel on my shoulder making sure I don’t kill myself.
It is now midnight and I decide to go visit L (other feminine). Twenty minute drive, and then we stay up till 3 shooting the shit and exploring chat-roulette. L. is a funny contrast to J. They are similar in many ways and completely different in others. I don’t know how to explain it. Two sides of a coin but still the same coin? Something like that. L. is always willing to tell me about her personal life, and I reciprocate. I always learn more about myself with her. She isn’t afraid to call me out on my bullshit. Yikes.
I go home and finish up some Economics homework (an hour earlier than when I left J.’s if you consider DST). I hit the sack. Christ am I tired.
I wake up and get my new clothes on. Fuck I look fly.
I spend all day with K. I pick her up at 1:30 and we head to Whyte Ave. (a trendy, hip street) where we grab some lattes from Second Cup. I spend a lot of money today on the both of us but I don’t mind. She’s very thankful and her cuteness doesn’t hurt. We hold hands as we walk down the street and we talk about everything from Escalades to Sour Milk. She asks me what’s on my mind. I kiss her.
Next we head down to city-center where we eat at a small, unoccupied restaurant called Cocoa’s. We have a long conversation about our personal histories and sex-lives. It is charming how she isn’t afraid to open up to me. I really like that in a girl. I parked a long ways off, but the walk back is faster when you’re with a girl. I kiss her a few times on the way. Her parents call and tell her she has to be home for dinner. Fuck. I’m not done with this day (it’s only 4:30). I offer to drop her off, and pick her up after dinner. Her parents will ‘consider it’ (easy yes).
I drop her off and head off to Sobey’s where I sit like a freak in my car until I decide to get an energy drink, shampoo, and some chocolate for the two of us. She calls me back to her place shortly after (only a 45 dinner supper!) and I go pick her up.
We head over to my place. We’re home alone and we watch ‘Pineapple Express’. It’s endearing how much she laughs. We agree to smoke-up on Thursday when I see her again. We kiss pretty frequently all night, but she is initiating as much as I am. I love how she touches my face and chest when she kisses me. She may be a bit younger than me, but she knows exactly what she want. I drop her off at home at 9:30, and come back to my house.
I am hit with a burst of creatively. I throw my old musical project to the side and immediately start a bad-ass track sampling ‘Are You Man Enough?’. It turns out almost exactly as planned, and is the perfect start to something I’ll be proud of.
I am fresh.
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