A Typical Day on the T...Submitted by AllyJeans at 2008-12-04 05:54:20 EST
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A 13-year-old girl stood in front of my seat on a packed subway car and yelled over to her friend at the door.
“Oh my god, hi!”
“Todd gave me the key to his house”
“The guy who sits behind you in World Cultures.”
“Awwwww. He’s awesome!”
“Yeah, I know!” The 13-year-old reached into her shirt and withdrew a lanyard wrapped around her neck. At the end was a pair of shiny keys.
“Yeah. He just gave them to me. His parents are away for the weekend. He said, ‘you can just give it back to me tomorrow or whatever.’ Can you believe it! We weren’t even going together before this.”
“That’s so cool!”
“I know! Wait…I forget your name?”
“Right, sorry. I’m Alex if you forgot…”
“It’s short for Alexia! Sometimes people call me Lexi or Bubbles.”
Bubbles’ hand grabbed the bar next to my head. A crude star (in blue ink) was drawn on the back.
“Anyway, yeah, so, I didn’t even tell you the best part!”
“When school ended today he walked up to me and was like, “Do you want to go to Semi?!”
“And I was like, sure I’d love to go to Semi!”
“I’m so excited! I’m going to Semi with Todd!!”
“I didn’t even tell you how we started talking.”
“Well, I tore my shirt one day and every time I got bored I’d tear a little more. I figured, what the heck, it’s ruined anyway.”
“So I did this like forever, then I tore it on the other side so it would match. By the end of school it was all the way up to here.” She pointed at her armpits and giggled. “So, anyway, it was barely hanging on and we were all waiting on the subway platform when this creep ran by and tugged it so it completely ripped off!”
“Yeah! So Todd was there, and he saw this so he put his arm around my shoulders to protect me.”
“He protected you! Awww! That’s so sweet!”
“Yeah! He’s always doing stuff like that!”
I coughed politely
Bubbles paused and gave me a look.
I shook my head. “Not for nothing, but he’s probably just making a play at your yum yum.
Bubbles’ eyes widened. Everyone else within earshot pretended to be deaf. “Are you talking to me?”
“Five bucks says that the next time you guys are alone, he’ll try to protect your vagina by sticking his dick in it.”
Looking slightly flustered “We’re having a private conversation.”
“Sorry but I’ve been there. First he puts an arm around your shoulders, then he’ll turn down the lights and play some Dave Matthews…I guess today’s equivalent would be the Jonas Brothers. Or maybe Timberlake. ”
“We’re getting off on the next stop..so”
“Did you know their saxophonist died? I lost my cherry during one of his solos.”
An older man sitting to my right: “You really shouldn’t…”
I ignored him “What a sad day that was…when he died, I mean. I lit a candle.”
Bubbles was now drifting toward her acquaintance/friend making faces express how insane I was.
As we approached the stop, I yelled. “Whatever you do, don’t go all Juno after he knocks you up. You kill that baby!” I turned back to the older gentleman. “I was 12 and I kept mine. He’s 15 now.” I sighed. “He must think I’m an asshole or something. He jerks off with my Victoria Secret and wipes his hand on the cover.
“Who needs that shit, right?”
Bubbles and Janey left in giggles and I unruffled my copy of the Metro. “Pfft. No one needs that.
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