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Hi, my name is Dinah
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 | Another Bad Love Story [2] |
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 5 with 4 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-06-01 20:59:52 |
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When I get bored, I write.. It's a sad life I live..
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“Where are we going?” I sighed when it became evident that this would be a long walk.
“My cousin Larry's,” she called over her shoulder loudly before skipping under a low branch.
I frowned even though she couldn't see, and called back to her, “I hate your cousin Larry.”
“So do I, but do you seriously expect to rent a tuxedo on prom night? Besides, you said it yourself. They're insanely expensive and make you look fugly.”
“I never said they made me look fugly.” I stopped walking to think any occasion I would use the non-word. “I said they made Patsy Sanders look fugly in 8th grade at his bar mitzvah.”
She stopped walking long enough to let me catch up, “Patsy Sanders is always fugly.”
“Touche.”
It was five more torturous minutes of hiking before we arrived at the back door of Dinah's cousin's house. Technically, it wasn't really a house. It was the size of a tool shed with a bucket for a bathroom. Most people thought it was a tool shed.
“What?” came the grumbled reply after Dinah knocked a dozen loud bangs on the door frame. The door flew open and there stood Larry. Disheveled and sickly as he always was. “Hey cuz,” he replied seeing Dinah cocking a thin eyebrow at him. “Hey cuz's friend,” he said to me, giving a brief head nod.
I nodded back before glaring Dinah to speak.
“Tonight's prom and I happen to know of at least one tux that won't be in the school's auditorium, unless you let Kasey here borrow it.” As if to emphasize that she was actually begging, she gave her infamous pouty lips look before blinking her eyes to get them to glaze over.
“Come in,” he sighed without trying to beat her. She did a small victory dance before following him inside.
The place reeked. Smoke and the scent of sex clung to the furniture and the sheet that served as a curtain to the shed's only window. Clothes and empty food containers littered the floor. Bugs and rodents were probably hiding in the shadows waiting to take over.
“It's in the back,” Larry sighed returning to his spot on the couch and leaving his cousin to fetch his suit. He popped he top of his bottle of beer using the table before standing up again. “Do you have a date to this shameful shenanigan?”
“Hey,” I snapped recognizing the look he wore on his usually passive face. “Your cousin is forcing me to go to this stupid thing.”
“Aw.. Little Kasey Alaster is growing up so he can fulfill his sordid little fantasies out with my cute, but under medicated cousin. You are her date on the once in a lifetime event, are you not?”
“Can't pull anything over you, Mister High-School-Dropout.”
“Hehe.”
He smiled to himself before digging into his pocket. Some of his drink spilled, but he ignored the mess. With his wallet out, he pulled out a nice looking wad of cash and counted it. At least three hundred bucks. Smiling while he did so, he split the money in half and handed one stack to me.
“Take her somewhere nice after the after-party ends. Get her wasted if you want. And it you must,” he began reached into one of the many pockets of his wallet and handed me a tiny square of tin foil. I palmed it in my hand before I felt the bulge then realized that the pretty little letters printed on it were a brand of condoms.
“Should I be thanking you?” I asked hesitantly.
He shook his head before motioning to the swaying beads that led to the hallway. Dinah suddenly appeared carrying a black trash bag with a hanger shoved through the top. She smirked at me before holding out her prize.
“See ya Larry,” she giggled in a sickly sweet voice.
“See ya cuz,” he said in response. He winked at me once before smiling at my pocket and its contents. |
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