I took a seat towards the front of
the bus taking note of the two goth kids towards the back of the bus. I played it cool, brushing my long, chin length bangs behind one
ear, then scratching my freshly shaved scalp.
The goth couple appeared to be having some sort of a disagreement. Who was I to bud in and interrupt the
fluttering wings of bats in love?
I put my headphones back
on, closing my eyes, quietly singing along to Raygun until we got to Laramie,
where my friend Alex boarded the bus.
“Hey
fucker.” He said as he took a seat across from me.
Alex
was one step above being a gutter punk.
He abandoned washing his hair after graduation, shaved it into a poorly
executed Mohawk, which he stopped spiking at some point in July and it now
looked like a greasy rats nest. His
glasses were these big, brown plastic frames held together by scotch tape. He was also very outspoken and saying “he
didn’t give a fuck” was putting it lightly.
“Hey
Alex.” I answered
“So
who’s going to be coming out tonight?”
“Uh, James and Anna
should be down there already.”
“ANYONE
GETTING OFF AT LAVERGNE?” Jake yelled as he sped past the Lavergne Ave stop.
“I used
to get off with a girl named Lavergne.” Alex said
“Isn’t
your mom’s name Lavergne?” I asked
“Fuck
you!” Alex laughed “What’s with the unicorn looking asshole back there?”
“Oh,
the goth kid? Yeah, I don’t know.” I
answered
“Goth? Is that what goths look like now?” Alex asked
“You have a trailer hitch and a unicorn.
That’s really spooky.”
The two
kissed, obviously signaling that their quarrel was over and an inspired Alex who
yelled “Hey unicorn! Shove your tongue
down here throat!”
I
laughed, smacking him in the arm. “Leave ‘em alone. They’re posers in love.”
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