Carrots (2nd part)

15 March 2008

She was dissing her boyfriend like hell, she never left my apartment since she came for the party. I pretty much had to appease her with offers of beer and my own versions of Jude insults. I had no idea what to do, though, when after the fifteenth beer she started crying. It sounded like it was half-laugh, whole-cry. She flung the beer bottle across the room, barely missing my microwave. She had her face buried in her hands while murmuring stuff that sounded like "Fuck you" in between sobs. I panicked then, I didn't know if I had to pat her on the back or something, but the enormity of patting Carrot's back, while she's wearing that tank-top, while she's braless, while I'm only pretending to drink so that I could (for some reason, it seemed prudent) keep my head clear and my dick would rise-up to the ocassion if needed. So I offered to smoke a joint or two, she looked up, she gave me a trembling nod (not even wondering why I kept on insisting that I had none earlier). I took out my stash taped underneath my kitchen sink, rolled up a joint, gave her one, and rolled myself another.

We were now fogging up the place with God-knows-what. So much for keeping my head clear, at least I'm not drunk. She's not crying anymore too, way better, now she's actually laughing. I handed her a beer, she took it, but perhaps it wasn't the best thing to do when the girl is so smashed. She fumbled with drinking it and spilled half the bottle on her top. Perhaps it actually IS the best thing to do when a girl is smashed. She ignored it, I didn't, couldn't, I was glued to the boob tube, the real boob tube. She downed the bottle before she decided to take notice of me, staring at her, then at her face. She looked surprised, then she smiled.

 

To be continued pa yata, hindi ko alam kung gagawa pa ako ng kasunod o tatapusin ko na dito, bahala na, tingin n'yo? Gawin ko pa yung kasunod?