Short Story (Part 2)

Please find Part 1 of the story here : https://medium.com/@wordsbysomeone/short-story-part-1-2759b652a2b2

Weeks pass as you inch closer towards the next big milestone in your life, or at least that’s what I like to think. As life passed by, I forgot about the incident and moved on with my life. It slowly turned into another beautiful moment I couldn’t decide was real or not, because the moments that make you smile are not very frequent visitors.

Another night, I am invited to a party and with no particular hope I just go because I needed to “let out some steam”, as my friends would like to say. As if our grandfather slogging their asses everyday needed parties to let loose, but then I guess we have bigger problems than they did. We are dealing with psychological issues which makes us question our very existence, all they had to worry about was where their next meal was coming. Must have been a simple life, even simpler for the woman who didn’t really have to worry about the money or the hard hours spent slogging at the job. All she was losing on was freedom, suffrage and right to even her own self. That sounds, like fun. Not.

I digress too much and too often. Just another lame party, playing the music which no one understood but happily twerked their asses off on, so what if it’s all about the new pimped out cars and fat booties that the singer wants. At least, it got sick beats.

“Can you be, like, not so negative, like once in a blue moon?”, said the bitch from the school.

“No, I don’t think I can.”, I heard myself saying, almost nonchalantly.

“Let’s check out what drug are they passing around in the smokes section.”, said one of my friend.

Thank god for her, I got another reason to escape. Just like the pussy I am. Although, I did have a selfish reason to follow her to the smoke room, I was expecting to see him again, somewhere deep in my subconscious. I realize that because when I went into the room, I felt sad for some inexplicable reason which I think was the lack of his presence. Ah shucks, another one bites the dust, another one lost in the winds and drudgery of life.

I smoked two cigarettes and quickly smoked a joint and proceeded to leave the party. I wanted to walk, just walk in the cold breeze of the winters, under the dark shades of the tall trees and feel like the only person of importance and in existence in that small area where I was walking.

I left the party and I saw the boys standing on the bonnet of their cars, trying to chug the beer cans they had in their hands and just being oblivious and extremely happy. I envied them. I am not sure whether I envied them for their obliviousness or happiness but I did, nonetheless. Heard the usual catcalling and teasing statements that they always made. About my clothes, my body, the usual. I was used to them and I just wanted to move on to the part that I was looking forward to, the tranquility.

Walking towards my house, I was passing some houses and I saw another raging party going on, the music, people drunk out of their minds, lying and puking on the grass.

There it was, I saw him again, lying alone on the grass, smoking a cigarette. He was wearing torn jeans, a bit too much than what was in fashion I would say, and a black t-shirt. Classy and low maintenance.

“Your wish has been answered, I am here.”, I told him with a smile, as I stood over him, my hair and face covering his vision.

“Heyyy, it’s the girl with the very kissable lips. I almost missed you.”

“You do know how to make a girl feel special. That’s for sure.”, I said, sarcastically.

He got up. Sitting on the grass, his elbows on his knees, with a childlike mischievious smile. He had his cigarette in one hand which he kept taking puffs from once in a while. I also sat down on the grass there. The grass was quite cool and somewhat wet, it felt refreshing.

I was sitting down with my knees crossed looking at him, “Hey, what do you do? Are you even from around? I have never seen you nearby.”

“Well, with so many fucking people what are the chances you would have seen me, or even noticed me.”, he chuckled.

“True. You are quite unimpressive.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely correct. Anyway, wassup?? What’s a lady like you walking down the streets alone, looking so handsome and what not?”

“Oh, nothing much. Came to a school party. Was boring as fuck. Skipped that shit.”, I remarked.

“The curse of the boredom persists on the school kids I see, time for some magic medicine to cure that.”, he said with a smirk forming on his face as he removed a packet of some rolled up joints from his pocket.

“Are you ever sober? I have always seen you smoking or drinking or drugged.”

“It helps. All these drugs, help me. Help me find some peace in this fucked up brain that I like to call my own. It’s hard for me to function otherwise, without the drugs. Also, makes me do dumb stupid things, which doesn’t hurt, except when I jump off roofs and from running cars.”

“No way. That sounds like a quick way to death.”, I said as I smiled and chuckled.

It felt nice, enjoying a genuine smile after a long time. When I didn’t have to force myself to show my canines to the world just to avoid the question of what’s wrong with me and why am I always depressed?

For few moments, it did feel special, in those few minutes, no one else existed. I like to think we both weren’t able to hear the loud Van Halen playing in the house. That there were no couples making out just outside the door and it was just the two of us, in a sweet, fun conversation.

We passed the joints between ourselves and after about three rounds of puffing and passing, he said, “Hey, I got a great vinyl set back at my place if you wanna come over. I was planning to get high as fuck, listen to those and pass out, but I guess I can entertain you for a while before passing out which is non-negotiable.”

It was so innocent and I was already attracted to him, it felt like an opportunity not worth missing. I just had to go.

“Sure.”

We got up, and started walking towards his house. Sharing a cigarette and the joint alternately. It was a breezy night and the trees made the faintest of ruffling sounds under the wind. It felt pretty and tranquil. It felt as if things were alright. The world was alright. The pain was alright. The life was good. Funny how a simple wind, taken for granted in the day to day life makes you feel as it passes over your skin, giving you goosebumps and a small pleasant chill down your spine which almost felt like a tingling.

We reached the house and it seemed quite bleak. Very simple and plain. He told, that he lives with his brother after his parents died in an accident. His brother worked 3 different jobs to put food on the table and he just wasted his money on drugs and cigarettes, making nothing of his own self and just passing days, not even trying to help him.

That caught me a bit off guard, here was this guy who seemed like the sweetest soul out there, sweet with such kind eyes, how could he be so wayward and insubordinate.

His room was a mess, denims lying on the ground, t-shirt hanging off the edge of the chair, cigarette butts in all the corners. Yet, surprisingly there was a very clean area among this pile of garbage that was apparently his room. It was his record player. Probably the only thing in his entire room that was dusted regularly and free of the dirt that seemed like the skin for the other objects in the room. It was an old Philips record player but it seemed to be in a good shape. He put in a record and out came the sounds of Bob Dylan talking about Falling in love.

“How can the doors trust on a nail?
how can I be surprised of most every day?
In the distant road I can’t be the same
I feel no love I feel no shame”

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