OLDER
CONTACT ME
DIARYLAND
2003-07-04 - 1:16 a.m.
I watched the sway of Amy's hips as walked out the door. Always a pleasant sight. This wasn't the first time that Mary herself hasn't come to set up a general meeting. The last couple of times she's sent Parker, my former roommate. I didn't mind, I was just kind of glad that she felt the need to try to keep in some kind of contact.
Since Amy had left there really wasn't much for me to do at the moment so I returned to my drawing from last night. I still couldn't figure out what was to be in between Mary and Nikki. Actually the more I looked at it the more I felt like it shouldn't be Mary in there at all. So I erased her face, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and just started drawing. This time when the bells jingled it was Mr. Dent. He looked over at me drawing and kind of sneered. I shot him the smirk that I give everyone. He walked into his office and slammed the door. I guess his date last night didn't go as well as planned. I went back to my drawing again; it was turning out much better than I expected. After about an hour of silence he turned on the stereo in his office, which plays throughout the whole store. It was some odd light jazz stuff. I didn't mind it; it was rather calming. Eventually he came out of his office and handed me the sketch of the next window display with a few ideas drawn in blue pencil. We discussed it for about an hour before we came to something we both liked. So now I had something to work on next week. Five o'clock rolled around and Natalie stopped in to pick me up. Most days I work until the store closes, but Mr. Dent told me I should go out more and try and have some fun. So he's been letting me leave between five and six lately. I climbed in her truck and she gave me this look that would kill a normal person, but it only wounded me. "So, did she show up?" "If by she you mean Mary, no, she did not show up. But Amy did stop in and I told her to have Mary meet me at home around six thirty." She didn't even respond. She only tightened her grip on the steering wheel and clenched her jaw. We rode the rest of the way home in silence. She pulled in the driveway and stomped up to her room to change for work. I walked up to my room and threw my backpack on my bed. I dug into it, pulled out my sketchbook, and headed to the kitchen. I threw on some water to make some rice and started chopping some vegetables. After the rice was done everything was thrown into the frying pan and sauteed nicely. I threw some in a bowl and went out onto the porch. It was around six o'clock, only a half hour to go. Natalie came out and sat next to me with a bowl of stir fry for herself. We sat in silence for about five minutes before she spoke. "Listen, I know I'm over-reacting with this whole thing, but it's how I am, and you know that. I'm heading in to work soon, so I won't be here when she gets here. I don't know what I'm trying to say... Just don't do anything stupid." She got up, went inside, and came back out with her hair done and make-up on and left for work. I sat there working on my drawing some more and finishing my dinner, when I heard a motorcycle engine. Bikes aren't common in this part of town, and no one on this street has one. So when it pulled up my driveway I wasn't really surprised. The rider slipped off and put her helmet on her handlebars. I walked down the steps and stood on the walkway. She walked towards me, silently. When she came close she wrapped her arms around me. I wanted to hug her back, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. "All right, where is she?" I asked as she let go of me and stepped back. "I don't know. I was hoping you knew."
