front of my face.
“Earth to Jazz,” the girl said, snapping her fingers as I strained to refocus my eyes on her.
It was a girl named Leslie. I had completely forgotten that we used to be friends back then. Before our relationship turned sour.
Wherever we were standing, it was pretty noisy from all the people jabbering and laughing around us. There were bright-colored lights flashing everywhere and loud music playing off to my left. It appeared to be some form of amusement park. No wait, it was smaller and a lot cheesier, more like a carnival of some sort.
“Are you going to call him or not?” she repeated, clearly annoyed with me.
“Call who?” I asked, dragging my words out.
“Garret, we’re talking about that lying cheat Garrett! What the hell has gotten into you?”
Garrett, who the hell is Garrett? I don’t know any freakin’ Garrett. Wait, I take that back. I do know a Garrett (a long ass time ago) and I believe I actually know where I just landed too, which was a major plus in my favor. This isn’t possible. This cannot be happening to me again, could it?
I better be dreaming! The Sandman is definitely going to hear about this.
Flexing my memory muscles, I said, “You want me to call Garrett because he’s trying to get at me, when he was supposed to be trying to get at you… right? ”
“Right. Tell him to meet you here and we’ll bust his punk ass!”
Damn, this is sooo childish. Did I really act this way back then? I sure did, I realized quickly, because I knew how this whole scenario was going to play out. Garrett would in fact show up here tonight like a good little boy, the three of us would have words, we’d laugh in his face and then he’d walk away with his tail tucked between his legs.
I am gonna scream if I went back in time for this stupid ass shit!
There had to be something that I was overlooking. Think girl think. Racking my brain for a minute, I found it. Jackpot.
I made the call and waited. Garrett didn’t live too far away from here, so I didn’t have to twiddle my thumbs for very long before he showed up.
He was slowly making his way towards me, smiling as our eyes met. A smile I didn’t return as I continued to stare right thru him, searching the dense crowd for the arrival of the person that I was truly waiting for.
He was still about fifteen feet away from me, but Leslie’s psycho ass had jumped the gun and was already in his personal space causing a scene. The crowd thickened around us as I continued to watch and wait… any second now, just one more sec… and there, there she was… just like I knew she would be.
She was my calm in the center of the storm; all the noise around me went quiet while my vision zoomed in on her as if no one else existed around us. There standing at the front of the crowd was my best bud, Maya.
There is a God.
Knocking Leslie and Garrett out of my way, I grabbed Maya’s upper arm and pulled her away from the scene. I could have cared less about Leslie’s plan for revenge. I had my own agenda!
Maya was fighting me a little bit; I guess I was dragging her a bit hard, but I didn’t release her arm until we were outside on the sidewalk, where it was far less crowded. Hugging her hard, relieved to have her by my side again, only to have her not hug me back . Instead, she pulled away with her hands up in surrender, declaring, “It’s not what you think, okay. I just rode…”
Not letting her finish, I cut her off to put her out of her misery. “I know, I know. Girl, I don’t care about that. It is what it is. Besides, that’s not why I dragged you out here.”
“It’s not?” she said a little surprised and confused.
“No Maya, it’s not. I knew he would bring you with him tonight. That’s the only reason I called him in the first place. I need your help again.”
“My help with what exactly?”
“I need you to answer a question for me, alright?”
“That’s it?”
I nodded before asking her very slowly,
“Earth to Jazz,” the girl said, snapping her fingers as I strained to refocus my eyes on her.
It was a girl named Leslie. I had completely forgotten that we used to be friends back then. Before our relationship turned sour.
Wherever we were standing, it was pretty noisy from all the people jabbering and laughing around us. There were bright-colored lights flashing everywhere and loud music playing off to my left. It appeared to be some form of amusement park. No wait, it was smaller and a lot cheesier, more like a carnival of some sort.
“Are you going to call him or not?” she repeated, clearly annoyed with me.
“Call who?” I asked, dragging my words out.
“Garret, we’re talking about that lying cheat Garrett! What the hell has gotten into you?”
Garrett, who the hell is Garrett? I don’t know any freakin’ Garrett. Wait, I take that back. I do know a Garrett (a long ass time ago) and I believe I actually know where I just landed too, which was a major plus in my favor. This isn’t possible. This cannot be happening to me again, could it?
I better be dreaming! The Sandman is definitely going to hear about this.
Flexing my memory muscles, I said, “You want me to call Garrett because he’s trying to get at me, when he was supposed to be trying to get at you… right? ”
“Right. Tell him to meet you here and we’ll bust his punk ass!”
Damn, this is sooo childish. Did I really act this way back then? I sure did, I realized quickly, because I knew how this whole scenario was going to play out. Garrett would in fact show up here tonight like a good little boy, the three of us would have words, we’d laugh in his face and then he’d walk away with his tail tucked between his legs.
I am gonna scream if I went back in time for this stupid ass shit!
There had to be something that I was overlooking. Think girl think. Racking my brain for a minute, I found it. Jackpot.
I made the call and waited. Garrett didn’t live too far away from here, so I didn’t have to twiddle my thumbs for very long before he showed up.
He was slowly making his way towards me, smiling as our eyes met. A smile I didn’t return as I continued to stare right thru him, searching the dense crowd for the arrival of the person that I was truly waiting for.
He was still about fifteen feet away from me, but Leslie’s psycho ass had jumped the gun and was already in his personal space causing a scene. The crowd thickened around us as I continued to watch and wait… any second now, just one more sec… and there, there she was… just like I knew she would be.
She was my calm in the center of the storm; all the noise around me went quiet while my vision zoomed in on her as if no one else existed around us. There standing at the front of the crowd was my best bud, Maya.
There is a God.
Knocking Leslie and Garrett out of my way, I grabbed Maya’s upper arm and pulled her away from the scene. I could have cared less about Leslie’s plan for revenge. I had my own agenda!
Maya was fighting me a little bit; I guess I was dragging her a bit hard, but I didn’t release her arm until we were outside on the sidewalk, where it was far less crowded. Hugging her hard, relieved to have her by my side again, only to have her not hug me back . Instead, she pulled away with her hands up in surrender, declaring, “It’s not what you think, okay. I just rode…”
Not letting her finish, I cut her off to put her out of her misery. “I know, I know. Girl, I don’t care about that. It is what it is. Besides, that’s not why I dragged you out here.”
“It’s not?” she said a little surprised and confused.
“No Maya, it’s not. I knew he would bring you with him tonight. That’s the only reason I called him in the first place. I need your help again.”
“My help with what exactly?”
“I need you to answer a question for me, alright?”
“That’s it?”
I nodded before asking her very slowly,
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