2. ex-girl A small Nissan pulls up in front of the...

    2. ex-girl

    A small Nissan pulls up in front of the ex-boy.
    The driver of the small Nissan is what the ex-boy immediately recognizes as a very pretty, twenty-something year old ex-girl.
    The pretty ex-girl rolls down the passenger side window and leans over from her seat, looking out the window at the ex-boy. Her hair is the color of The Civil War and she wears a red jacket and a cheap-looking, red baseball cap that is too big for her head but still looks cute on her head regardless.
    The ex-boy notices her clothes are entirely soaked and thinks she looks like a giant tear.
    He likes her already.
    The ex-girl looks the ex-boy up and down, making the ex-boy feel like a piece of meat with a black rain cloud over its head.
    “Where are you going, darling?” the ex-girl asks.
    “I don’t know,” the ex-boy replies. “I have absolutely no idea. Cars. I’m just looking at cars.”
    The ex-girl grabs the passenger side door’s handle and throws the door open for him.
    “Get in,” she says.
    The ex-boy looks at his black rain cloud. He hesitates.
    “Can I bring my black rain cloud with me?”
    The ex-girl laughs and shakes her head as if the ex-boy just told her a really bad knock-knock joke. But she’s not laughing at it because she finds it funny. She’s laughing at it because of how awfully bad the knock-knock joke was.
    “Of course you can bring your black rain cloud, darling.”
    The ex-boy doesn’t hesitate any longer. He gets in the car and closes his door. Following him like a pet, the ex-boy’s black rain cloud floats through the rear passenger-side window and hovers behind its owner’s head in the back seat.
    It decides to get comfortable, the black rain cloud.
    It rolls over a few times, like a dog rolling around in grass, until, eventually, it settles down.
    The ex-boy doesn’t see this.
    He just feels his black rain cloud do this.
    He also smells pizza.