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“Get composing, Mozart. All I hear now is symphony in bitch minor,”
I look over at Lanyon and nod. We yell in unison, “Kaze no Yō ni Hayaku.” Then, we smash the dash together. The lights fire up and the engine begins to purr like a retarded cat. We lurch forward to the speaker.
“Fine, not yet. But I am once the movie starts. I’m not sitting on this little metal thing all night.” We lock eyes. The ‘that’s what she said’ is implied.
“Drive, my ass. I’m riding you all the way there.” Eye lock again. “Fine. I’ll take it off to drive.”
Crowd sprinting is an art form. The key is to not run and never to push. It isn’t about forcing one’s way through; it’s about popping past those who lack the same sense of urgency. Every crowd has gaps. Like a puzzle, the master crowd sprinter surveys the crowd, and he sees openings four moves ahead, predicting which will close and what others will open in the spray of humanity that surrounds him.
Sometimes I wish I was a cube.
“Meet me in the Mountains of Glarova?” George asks. “In, like, ten minutes?” “It’s a date,” I say, and I slide the van door shut.
Nate in high school, who was my first kiss, but who then broke up with me the week after Prom because he decided to go by Nathaniel. And also to date boys.
“In brightest day, in blackest night, work, motherfucker, or I’m screwed, all right?”
And the next time you worry about not being normal, just remember my words of wisdom.” “Which are?” I ask. “Fuck normal.”
I look forward to watching your kids hate you when I go through your checkout aisle in a few years.” This comes from Heather. The girl has a mean streak I could get behind.
Heather and Anna settle back on the bed, Heather with her DS and Anna with her phone. “How can you possibly have anything to do on your phone?” I ask her. “There’s a new Angry Birds,” she says. “You’re lucky you’re hot,” mumbles Chad.
Chad, who was once standing by a rock to my left, is no more. “Fuck me,” he says. “Sure,” Anna replies without even looking up from her phone. Chad, apparently okay with the exchange of sex for death, shrugs and gets onto George’s bed with Anna. They starts kissing really loudly, but Lanyon just leans over and turns up the TV a little.
“Curiosity is a heartless bitch. What the fuck did the cat do?” Lanyon exclaims.
