<carefully orchestrates loading of Quarrymobile; makes sure that dogsbody and JayLa are each sitting with available (slightly shy) guys>
Let’s go! Oh hell, wait a minute.
<jumps out and runs over to disarm Spooje’s assailant, tosses Spooje into truck; stares assailant in the eyes>
You saw nothing. You heard nothing. You slept all night. Now go.
<assailant pales and goes back to bed>
Spooje, we’ll get your car out later. Try to stay out of trouble, OK?
Now, the Quarry awaits!
Whatever you want to eat is fine. I could make something if you want.
I’d rather be in your car or whatever than at a party . . . too many people. Too many things to watch out for, try to control and predict . . .
And your folks not being there is fine. I trust you not to take advantage of me. You know that despite my wall I’m a really, amazingly delicate person inside and that in order not to hurt me you’ll have to go really, phenomenally slow. But maybe you’ll like that . . . just realize I’m not being a tease. I may want something, but it’ll take longer to get there, for me, than it would for most other people.
[aside: we would have had bucketloads of fun . . . but oh well. We can have fun now.]
squeezes into Quarrymobile, debates whether sitting next to Balance would be too forward
looks around at all the cooler people there and fades back into her shell
Um…maybe I shouldn’t go. I mean, y’all are pretty crowded already… sighs, feeling like a dork yet again
You would COOK for me?! Oh my lord.
And don’t worry about me…I wouldn’t know how to take advantage of you if somebody paid me. Not that I might not daydream about it a little…(oops. did I say that?)
Too much stuff to control or predict? You mean other peoples’ behavior? So, drunk kids punching through dry wall doesn’t turn your crank either? I can relate.
In all fairness, Swiddles seemed to have her shindig under control. Still, it’s hard to actually TALK to someone when there’s a lot of noise.
Oh, and before I forget…thanks again for coming with me to drop these guys off. I appreciate your company.
<notices Falcon looking for a seat>
Hey, Falcon, there’s room up here by me. I need someone sober to ride shotgun for me, anyway. Come on!
smiles shyly at Balance
You sure you don’t mind? Okay then…hops up front, nervous as hell
Hmm…need someone to find your keys again? oh god that sounded so stupid…way to go…
I’m not going to a party unless Anthracite, my friend with the overactive imagination, drags me there. I’m going to be sitting in a corner somewhere, probably drinking a beer. I’m watching the jocks mack on the cheerleaders, I’m watching the geeks pore voraciously over a copy of “The Meaning of Liff,” and I’m watching the stoners try to pretend they’re not passing a joint, and mildly wishing they’d offer it to me, but knowing they won’t. If anyone notices me at all, they’ll probably wonder what the hell I’m doing there in the first place.
I’m the chick who was in Honors Math and English until high school, when I started flunking everything but band and choir. People think I’m on drugs. I’m not. I just don’t give a shit. People think I’m abused at home. I’m not; I’m one of those people who’s honestly just naturally clumsy. I’m not friends with the cool people because I have the wrong car. My friends think I’m good to have around for a laugh, because in social situations if they get me to talk at ALL, I’m trying to keep everyone amused so they don’t find out what a geeky puss I am. Most of my friends heard their first truly filthy joke from me. And if anyone tried to randomly give me a hug, they’ll probably learn the true definition of “freeze-out.”
There are advantages. I’m invisible, so I can check out the guys all I want. I can also check out the girls, because they’re so busy trying to get the guys to look at them while pretending they’re not interested that it never crosses their vapid little MINDS that a girl might be checking them out with something on her mind other than keen fashion sense. Out of each little clique of giggling girls I can tell you who’s the ringleader, who’s on a diet, who thinks her boobs are too big, who thinks her boobs are too small, and who thinks she’s not cool enough to be with them and hopes they never find out.
Once I’ve had enough to drink a small group of people will congregate around me, because I have relaxed enough to pull my 100 question Purity Test out of my pocket and, as always, have become the entertainment. Unfortunately, I’m STILL waiting for someone to offer me that joint…
And Anth is checking in on me every so often to make sure I’m having a good time, which I insist I am…and in a strange, anti-social way, I am.
[Milhouse]Hey Hama? Wanna go play with the X-Ray machine in the abandoned hospital?[/Milhouse]
But seriously…Anthracite is roaming around the party, mostly being ignored but still liking to be around other people. She says “hi” to a few now and then, brings Pepper a bowl of her home made 5-alarm fat-free red beans and rice, keeps assuring people that Hama’s not a serial killer picking out her next victim (I know she’s been watching you Julie, go over and talk to her…).
Anthracite is also drinking her favorite drink - Pina Coladas. And getting a little tipsy…
Squeezes into the Quarrymobile with the others. Looks around shyly, recognizes most of the faces, attempts to strike up conversation: “So, I’m new here, where exactly is the Quarry?”
[QUOTE]
*Originally posted by struuter *
You would COOK for me?! Oh my lord.
[QUOTE]
Sure. I enjoy cooking. Maybe you’ll even enjoy me cooking . . . who knows?
[QUOTE]
*Originally posted by struuter *
And don’t worry about me…I wouldn’t know how to take advantage of you if somebody paid me. Not that I might not daydream about it a little…(oops. did I say that?)
[QUOTE]
You’re welcome to daydream about whatever you like, so long as you don’t hurt anyone or anything. Maybe we could just talk, or I could gently hold your hand if you’re nervous about being alone with me. I promise, you’ve nothing to worry about. I really don’t know much about this sort of thing.
[QUOTE]
*Originally posted by struuter *
Too much stuff to control or predict? You mean other peoples’ behavior? So, drunk kids punching through dry wall doesn’t turn your crank either? I can relate.
In all fairness, Swiddles seemed to have her shindig under control. Still, it’s hard to actually TALK to someone when there’s a lot of noise.
[QUOTE]
To control and predict. Plus people get a bit annoyed when you try to control them. Drunk people doing much of anything doesn’t especially excite me. As for Swiddles’s party, honestly I’d rather not go back to it. I’m far more comfortable talking/being with one person. Especially when that person is sitting in a car talking to me.
Don’t worry about it. I’m just shocked you’d want me to ride with you. Not many people would consciously make that choice, of their own volition.
<waiting for struuter to get AIM so he can find out all about her>
The Quarry is just that–an old, abandoned quarry. Back when my older brother was in school, though, a bunch of people started building up a camp of sorts there. Now it’s sort of a party-house–electricity to run the stereo and fridge, lots of room, and far enough out in the boonies that no one complains about the noise. And there’s lots of little private places just big enough for two (or three, if they’re really having fun)…
Hmmmmmm. Control. Interesting that that should concern you. I suppose I’ve found in my own experience that being able to control myself (make my own decisions) works the best. I always try to keep aware of a way out of a situation if I think I might need to divorce myself from it. Worrying about other people is something I do quite often…but if they appear bent on a certain course, there’s usually little I can do to prevent it.
You seem like a contemplative kind of person…maybe that’s what confuses other people. You come off as being quite content by yourself. I’ve always wondered what thoughts kept you so busy…this was just an opportunity to find out if you’d share them. I’m glad you did.
Would you teach me how to cook something? I’m next to no-good with food. You know anything about Italian food?
::: steps out of the kitchen, where I’ve been mixing drinks all evening :::
I wore my favorite saddle shoes just for this kind of moment, so I’ll be * damned* if no one knows how to Lindy Hop around here. C’mon!
Um…wanna show me one of those private places, hon? smiles and blushes
I dunno, but house parties and going to the quarry were so…freshman year. Ever since I got this nifty fake ID we go to a lot more bars and stuff. I’m at the prom, havin’ a sweet stumble of a time. I went last year, cuz I was lucky enough to be dating a senior, and this year ain’t half bad. It’s not that often you see the ruffians of our day pimped out in the sharps. A novelty at worst and a great time at best. Teen angst was for sophomores and juniors, seniors have too much college/job worry and nostalgia to dwell all day. 
I’m finally here!
I’m the unassuming one who never wears the style of clothes back-to-back. I may be in a hawaiian shirt one day, in raver pants the next.
I also run the technology gang. Need a CD? We’ll get it for you. Help hacking? Just call. We also work with Goose in the information brokerage. We are the people you never knew existed until you need us. We like to keep it that way. Why join the Navy when you can be a pirate?
We also like revenge. Some jocks or preps piss us off, and we call the cops on their next party, put up pro-mastrubation posters with their face on it, etc.
Need info to where the parties are? Just ask. For the right price, of course.
What I do is to try to steer any given situation in such a way as my escape will be both easy and painless (for me, anyway). If they appear bent on a course that isn’t to my liking, I usually have three options: 1. try to get them away from such a course, if I feel it may injure that person. Or I discuss with them why they chose that particular path . . . try to see the reasons behind their immediate reasoning. Or I can let them go their merry way and maybe join them.
I come off as being one thing because, in general, I’m better off by myself than with people who don’t suit me. However, some do, and that’s when I open up.
As for the thoughts that keep me busy, it really depends on the time. I try to figure people out, both for my good and for theirs. If I can prevent you from doing something harmful, I probably will. As for what I think of you . . . well, you’ll have to get to know me better.
Now, about food . . . I can teach you to make just about anything. What strikes your fancy about Italian food? I don’t much care what we do . . . I enjoy being with you in and of itself.
I answer the phone and Matt is on the other end. I had hoped he would call. He sounds like a really great guy from trying to talk to him in class.
I talk to him for a while, we chat, talk, and discuss what went on in class. I’m finding he’s really a great person, as I suspected. Someone I could really like as a friend. I decide that i’d like to talk to him more, and so I ask him:
Matt, what are you doing afterschool on Friday? I’m not up to anything, so if you’d like to hang out maybe we could…
Spooje, in a valiant attempt to remain conscious, attempts to thank Balance for his rescue. Finding that speech has failed him, he merely waves lamely. Maybe he will sober up by the time they get to where ever they are going.
blinks in amazement Wow. And you keep to yourself? Tell me…was paying attention to you all it took? Because if it was…I wish had done it earlier.
I love pasta but I can’t cook it. Help me? I can make good garlic bread…most of the time.
So, I’ll put some music on. What do you like?