Why are you such a dumbass, Elliott?
"Oh. My. God." She deadpanned, flipping through album after album.
Oh my God. Frickity frack, shit, damn, and piss. Just say they're your Dad's, she'll buy that - hopefully. "Yeah, uhm, those are my-"
She cut me off to say, "I think I'm in love with you as of now."
I was completely dumbfounded, and accidentally ran a stop sign. And with that, she removed "OK Computer" from the pocket and slid it into the console. "Airbag" began to blast through the car stereo and she nodded along to the beat, smiling.
"You are the only person I've ever known that loves this band." I shouted over Thom Yorke's polite falsetto.
She smiled in reply as she belted out the chorus.
We stayed parked in front of her house for a half hour singing along verbatim.
~~~~~~~~
I didn't see her in school for two weeks after our coffee escapade. The first couple of days, I figured she was probably ill. After a week, I assumed she was on a trip. After the second week of her disappearance, I really began to wonder.
When I decided to contact her, I realized it was impossible. She hadn't given me her number, she had no Facebook profile, and her family wasn't listed in the phonebook.
A few days later, I overheard some girls muttering to each other behind me.
"-wonder where she went."
"I haven't seen her in a couple weeks, do you know anything about it?"
"Dunno. I heard she got Mono."
"What? I heard her family went to Cabo."
"Whatever. Just seems weird to me."
As I was walking out the school, I noticed bright red Jeep idling by the curb, a thumping bass-line emanating from the vehicle. As the window rolled down, I discovered Erin behind the steering wheel, her face excited and slightly crazed. Recognizing the song, I realized she was also a huge fan of The Strokes.
"Let's go, Sonny Boy," she shouted, I climbed into shotgun, and she jack-rabbit started across the parking lot. The inertia practically caused my stomach to bust through my spinal column; my right hand desperately gripping the Oh-Shit-Handle.
"Oh. My. God." She deadpanned, flipping through album after album.
Oh my God. Frickity frack, shit, damn, and piss. Just say they're your Dad's, she'll buy that - hopefully. "Yeah, uhm, those are my-"
She cut me off to say, "I think I'm in love with you as of now."
I was completely dumbfounded, and accidentally ran a stop sign. And with that, she removed "OK Computer" from the pocket and slid it into the console. "Airbag" began to blast through the car stereo and she nodded along to the beat, smiling.
"You are the only person I've ever known that loves this band." I shouted over Thom Yorke's polite falsetto.
She smiled in reply as she belted out the chorus.
We stayed parked in front of her house for a half hour singing along verbatim.
~~~~~~~~
I didn't see her in school for two weeks after our coffee escapade. The first couple of days, I figured she was probably ill. After a week, I assumed she was on a trip. After the second week of her disappearance, I really began to wonder.
When I decided to contact her, I realized it was impossible. She hadn't given me her number, she had no Facebook profile, and her family wasn't listed in the phonebook.
A few days later, I overheard some girls muttering to each other behind me.
"-wonder where she went."
"I haven't seen her in a couple weeks, do you know anything about it?"
"Dunno. I heard she got Mono."
"What? I heard her family went to Cabo."
"Whatever. Just seems weird to me."
As I was walking out the school, I noticed bright red Jeep idling by the curb, a thumping bass-line emanating from the vehicle. As the window rolled down, I discovered Erin behind the steering wheel, her face excited and slightly crazed. Recognizing the song, I realized she was also a huge fan of The Strokes.
"Let's go, Sonny Boy," she shouted, I climbed into shotgun, and she jack-rabbit started across the parking lot. The inertia practically caused my stomach to bust through my spinal column; my right hand desperately gripping the Oh-Shit-Handle.
