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notsopeacefulMy parents are visiting my brother for the weekend and Linds has been trying to get me to throw a party. I told her it wasn't going to happen because I like not being grounded for life. (My parents are forgiving of a lot - getting arrested at protests, disappearing on weekends - but I think they might have a problem coming home to a house that smelled like pot and booze.) When I got home on Friday, I figured it was either Linds or my parents who had the phone ringing before I even got the door open.
I nearly dropped the phone when it turned out to be Keith. I haven't talked to him since his stupid friend was in town. "You have my phone number?"
"I have a phone book."
"What if my parents answered?"
"You said they were out of town."
"Like a month ago. What do you want?"
"I have that movie you wanted to see, what's it called."
"Drugstore Cowboy?"
"That's the one."
He was strangely insistent about coming here. ("I can get pizza on the way." "So could I." "Do you have money?" "No, my parents are letting me starve. Yes, I have money." "But if I buy the pizza, you can eat the leftovers tomorrow and save the money for whatever. Your parents will never know.") Halfway through the movie, I realized why: he hadn't had a clue what movie I wanted to see. I tested my theory by shoving my hand in his pants pocket and I came out with a Blockbuster receipt from about 15 minutes before he got to my house.
I was going to laugh and tease him and call him out, but then I remembered that look from that afternoon we got high on his porch. I crumpled up the receipt and tossed it in the pizza box without saying anything.
I still can't believe we hadn't talked for a month because his stupid friend was right.
I nearly dropped the phone when it turned out to be Keith. I haven't talked to him since his stupid friend was in town. "You have my phone number?"
"I have a phone book."
"What if my parents answered?"
"You said they were out of town."
"Like a month ago. What do you want?"
"I have that movie you wanted to see, what's it called."
"Drugstore Cowboy?"
"That's the one."
He was strangely insistent about coming here. ("I can get pizza on the way." "So could I." "Do you have money?" "No, my parents are letting me starve. Yes, I have money." "But if I buy the pizza, you can eat the leftovers tomorrow and save the money for whatever. Your parents will never know.") Halfway through the movie, I realized why: he hadn't had a clue what movie I wanted to see. I tested my theory by shoving my hand in his pants pocket and I came out with a Blockbuster receipt from about 15 minutes before he got to my house.
I was going to laugh and tease him and call him out, but then I remembered that look from that afternoon we got high on his porch. I crumpled up the receipt and tossed it in the pizza box without saying anything.
I still can't believe we hadn't talked for a month because his stupid friend was right.
