I stared at the clock on my bedside table nervously. I don't exactly remember why it is I am so nervous, but I just am. My best friend and roommate Mercedes invited me just two days ago to go and meet her cousin on Orlando, and she also mentioned he was a total hottie, so I am guessing that's why I am so nervous. After my break up with my boyfriend a year ago, I had become so depressed, I dyed my hair black, and dressed like a freak. Pretty soon after that, I got over my boyfriend, but I guess I liked my dark persona so I stayed with it.
I sighed as I glanced at my clock, and realized I had to get ready, even though I really didn't want to. I slowly got up and walked to my closet, opening it, and thinking aloud to myself,
"Hmmm.....what color should I wear today? Black, black, or no, I know! How about Black!"
I laughed at myself and then pulled a black pair of leather pants off the hanger, along with a black leather halter top. I quickly laid them on the bad and jumped in the shower.
Just as I was walking out of the bathroom, I saw Mercedes lying on the floor and singing to herself. I laughed and grabbed my clothes and went back into the bathroom. 5 minutes later when I came out, I saw Mercedes still staring into space and singing.
"God girl, do you ever shut your mouth?"
She blushed slightly and said, "Sorry, I didn't know you were listening."
"Well, I think that you have a really great voice and you are gonna be famous someday," I told her seriously. Me, Mercedes, and my other friend Sarah had started a music group called Volume. We were actually pretty good, but we only sang for fun when we had spare time.
" Actually, Michelle, you are gonna be the famous one." Mercedes replied curtly.
" No you are!"
"No you are!"
"No you are!"
" No you are!"
"YOU ARE GOING TO BE THE FAMOUS ONE SO JUST SHUT THE HELL UP AND GET OVER IT ALREADY!!!" I replied, screaming at the top of my lungs.
" Okay, okay, you win, I am gonna be the famous one, sheesh, chill," Mercedes replied, giving me the middle finger. I laughed and turned around to look at the clock.
" Oh my god!! We are going to be so late!" I practically screamed at Mercedes.
"Oh shit!" she said in reply.
We grabbed our suitcases and ran out of my room and out the door.
Just as I was about to close the front door to our apartment, Mercedes asked me, " Did you remember to pack the porno movies and playgirls?" she asked, almost frantically.
" No, hold on." I replied as I ran to my room.
Stuffing the movies and magazines in my carryon bag, I ran out the door locking it behind me, only to find Mercedes no where in sight.
" What the hell?!!" I thought aloud. Two seconds later I heard a car horn beep and Mercedes blue Eclipse heading in my direction.
I quickly ran down the stairs and hopped in the car, throwing my bags in the back and shutting the door. We both relaxed a little when we looked at the clock and it read 2:00 a.m., and our flight was at 3:30, and the airport is only a 15 minute drive. As we pulled on the highway, I flipped on the radio and Backstreet Boys Larger than Life was on. I sighed and turned it off. They always play crappy music at night anyway. I was never a Backstreet Boys fan. I always thought that the blond had an ego so big he ate it for breakfast, the tall older one with nasty eyebrows had no singing voice whatsoever, the stupid looking southern boy needed to pick all the Kentucky fried chicken out of his ass, the ugly ass Cuban refugee needed to migrate back to his own country, and the scary looking one just needed to stop playing with girls press on tattoos.
I was still off in my little world when all of the sudden I heard Mercedes scream and that was the last thing I remembered before the darkness came over me. By: The sidewalk pie tasters- mlm12485@aol.com
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