Romeo And Juliet Roller Coaster
Author: C.C Phoenixx

Chapter 2
Stockings

I stared at myself in the mirror. Mom would not approve of the shaved head...or the dyed hair.

Biting my full bottom lip decisively, hands on my thin waist, I leaned forward and looked at myself once more before, with a light bulb lighting up over my head, I parted my hair do to the side so some of my long hair was hanging down the shaved part of my head. It looked pretty thin and odd, so I put an electric blue beanie over it, half hanging off my head. Perfect.

Staring down at myself, then outside at the darkening sky, I threw on a black AC/DC sweatshirt, kept my shorts, and slipped back into my Converse.

After I straightened my hair and refreshed my make up, I pulled my cell phone from my back pocket and kissed it (on the verge of making out with it) because I was sooo happy to finally have it back. Turning it on, I had twenty different messages from multiple people.

I deleted them all; a new fresh, before texting Jude to meet me at the airport at five, terminal 6.

Fone's bck? he texted me.

Si senor(; was all I said before grabbing my car keys that Blue had also returned and heading downstairs.

"I'm leaving to get them," I said to Blue who was in the kitchen, cleaning the refrigeration.

"Okay and while you're gone I'm making a run for Stop & Shop. Need anything?" he asked.

I quirked my lips. "A six pack?" I asked jokingly.

"Pepsi or Diet Coke?" he asked seriously, his green eyes narrowed at me.

"Diet," I grumbled and headed out the door.


I picked Hayden up on the way for two reasons: Numero A) because I needed back up when it came to the whole Mom's-new-boyfriend ordeal and 2) because Hayden's my Hayden-Bear.

I honked the horn outside of his house for the second time. Where was he?

While I was wondering where the fuck my best friend was, I examined his block. Hayden lived in a clean-cut, no-funny-business neighborhood which, during Halloween, was the best block to mess with because they weren't that festive. In regards to the messing with part, let's just say it was a Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat and if you don't, I don't care I'll pull down my underwear kinda thing.

I laid on the horn one more time before the front door of his one-floor, well taken care of house flew open.

I almost keeled over when I saw Hayden running outside.

He was wearing baggy jean shorts that showed off his Sponge Bob boxers, a G Force t-shirt, and a pair of nylon stockings on his head, the legs flapping behind his head as he ran, hands trying to hold up his pants. He tripped halfway down the walk way and did not come close to sticking the landing.

My stomach and lungs and throat killed from laughing so hard as he hopped into the car, slamming the door, and shouted, "Put the metal to the petal and GO!"

I laughed and screamed as I floored it, "It's put the petal to the metal and why am I going so fast?"

"The cops are after me!" he yelled back excitedly, looking out his rolled down window, holding the stockings down on his head.

"What? Why?" I giggled, taking a sharp corner onto a back road that led to the high way.

"Because I fucked their mom's!" he screeched at the top of his lungs.

I burst into another bout of laughter as I sped up as fast as I could on this barren road.

"You're G," I laughed at him, tears coming to my eyes.

"Damn straight, dawg," he said in a faux-gangsta voice.

Ah, Hayden's little antics made me feel like I was six again.

Turns out, Mom's flight was going to be a half hour late. Well, according to Hayden's suckish internet connection that he got from his Black Berry.

I pulled into the parking lot of the airport and cut the engine, sitting back and trying to catch my breath. The whole ride here I'd been laughing at Hayden. Wiping my eyes carefully, avoiding smudging my makeup, I said in a huff, "You know you won't get through security with those things on your head, right?"

"Well, I don't know that and you do not either," he said confidently, then in an apprehensive side whisper he said, "Just go with it."

I laughed, leaned over, and gave him a hug.

Awkwardly, he wrapped his arms around me before saying, "Girly moment!" in a fake girly tone.

I laughed and slipped out of the car, locking the doors after Hayden was out, and swinging my keys around my finger as we walked towards the airport, Hayden wearing his stockings, me wearing a fake smile, because in a half an hour, hell would break loose.


 

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