god, Mack. You’ve already been drinking, haven’t you? You’re drunk and I haven’t even started.”
“I’m not drunk. I’m drunk on life. Life is a beautiful thing to waste.”
“You’re drunk. Come on. I want to find some hot beach boy and pretend like he’s James.”
“James Nichols would never touch you. You do know that, right? And what’s up with calling him James?”
“You don’t think I’m going to be moaning Mr. Nichols when I fuck him do you?”
“No.” I laughed. “You’re not going to call him anything. He’s your English teacher and he’s married.”
“Yeah, yeah, let’s not sweat the small stuff.”
I loved being on the beach, watching the half-dressed cheerleaders sing and dance. Their jumps and tumbles were circus-like, only in slow motion. Even the chants, singing from their lips were enlightened. Every word was like a singing bird. Beautiful. Okay, maybe I just loved being high. Everything was at peace. Every face, every color, the ocean, the sand, it was even beautiful when the two teams argued about points. They were showing so much emotion.
I drank glass es full of red stuff one after another. Not really, I dumped it out, but Gia thought I did. She even took the last one from me.
“Jesus, Mack. Slow down. You’re trash ed already. I want to get laid.”
“You want help?”
“No, I can find my own guy. See the one right there, white shorts, standing by the volleyball pole? He’s been eyeing me since we got here. He’s cute.”
“Gia, you can’t just go off with a strange guy. Don’t you know that’s how girls get sold into slavery?”
“That’s not even true. That happened like once. You watch too much television.”
“Yeah, the news. It happens all the time.”
“Whatever. I’m not living my life being afraid of taking chances. If I did everything that had a caution, I’d sit around with my nose in a book.” I knew the comment was directed at me, but I was too happy to care. I was happy. Not sick. What the hell? I turned and heaved, right behind us in the sand.
“I knew it. Go to the room. I don’t know why you wore your dress down here anyway. I’m going to have fun.”
“I can’t leave you here alone.”
“Why? I’m going to leave you alone soon anyway. Stay away from my parents. If you run into them, text me. Oh, and you might he ar some noises coming from my room,” she teased. I’d definitely hear them unless he took her back to his place. I guess I wasn’t overly concerned. I’d seen the guy around the hotel with what I assumed was his parents, too. Besides, I wasn’t feeling so well.
I never made it to my room. The music illuminating through the elevator speakers were being fed from the dining room. I didn’t stop on our 50 th floor. I continued up. I couldn’t stop. The music was taking me up. I was floating. Eyes closed and arms out, the doors opened and then closed. A lady held the guys arm, not wanting to ride with me. I laughed and swayed my body to the music, hair falling around my face as I danced. Life was so good.
I stepped out on a floor I was sure wasn’t meant for gu ests like me. It was industrial-like. No plush, red carpets or shiny marble floors. It was dim lit with an eerie feeling. The red exit on the white door was all that I saw. At first I cautiously walked around. It was a construction zone. The rooftop was being transformed into a dining room, but had a long way to go. The blue swirls in the white marble moved, swaying with the sound of the piano, also being transmitted to the rooftop through speakers.
I fell to my knees and swirled my hands with the blue in the half finished floor. Magnificent. Majestic. Majestic. Wait. I said that. Royal. It was pure magic. Everything around me was pure magic. Looking up I saw the glass wall. One that would take me even closer to the clouds. The wall was door-less, but led to a side of the rooftop in the mi dst of becoming a rooftop dance floor. The music wasn’t
“I’m not drunk. I’m drunk on life. Life is a beautiful thing to waste.”
“You’re drunk. Come on. I want to find some hot beach boy and pretend like he’s James.”
“James Nichols would never touch you. You do know that, right? And what’s up with calling him James?”
“You don’t think I’m going to be moaning Mr. Nichols when I fuck him do you?”
“No.” I laughed. “You’re not going to call him anything. He’s your English teacher and he’s married.”
“Yeah, yeah, let’s not sweat the small stuff.”
I loved being on the beach, watching the half-dressed cheerleaders sing and dance. Their jumps and tumbles were circus-like, only in slow motion. Even the chants, singing from their lips were enlightened. Every word was like a singing bird. Beautiful. Okay, maybe I just loved being high. Everything was at peace. Every face, every color, the ocean, the sand, it was even beautiful when the two teams argued about points. They were showing so much emotion.
I drank glass es full of red stuff one after another. Not really, I dumped it out, but Gia thought I did. She even took the last one from me.
“Jesus, Mack. Slow down. You’re trash ed already. I want to get laid.”
“You want help?”
“No, I can find my own guy. See the one right there, white shorts, standing by the volleyball pole? He’s been eyeing me since we got here. He’s cute.”
“Gia, you can’t just go off with a strange guy. Don’t you know that’s how girls get sold into slavery?”
“That’s not even true. That happened like once. You watch too much television.”
“Yeah, the news. It happens all the time.”
“Whatever. I’m not living my life being afraid of taking chances. If I did everything that had a caution, I’d sit around with my nose in a book.” I knew the comment was directed at me, but I was too happy to care. I was happy. Not sick. What the hell? I turned and heaved, right behind us in the sand.
“I knew it. Go to the room. I don’t know why you wore your dress down here anyway. I’m going to have fun.”
“I can’t leave you here alone.”
“Why? I’m going to leave you alone soon anyway. Stay away from my parents. If you run into them, text me. Oh, and you might he ar some noises coming from my room,” she teased. I’d definitely hear them unless he took her back to his place. I guess I wasn’t overly concerned. I’d seen the guy around the hotel with what I assumed was his parents, too. Besides, I wasn’t feeling so well.
I never made it to my room. The music illuminating through the elevator speakers were being fed from the dining room. I didn’t stop on our 50 th floor. I continued up. I couldn’t stop. The music was taking me up. I was floating. Eyes closed and arms out, the doors opened and then closed. A lady held the guys arm, not wanting to ride with me. I laughed and swayed my body to the music, hair falling around my face as I danced. Life was so good.
I stepped out on a floor I was sure wasn’t meant for gu ests like me. It was industrial-like. No plush, red carpets or shiny marble floors. It was dim lit with an eerie feeling. The red exit on the white door was all that I saw. At first I cautiously walked around. It was a construction zone. The rooftop was being transformed into a dining room, but had a long way to go. The blue swirls in the white marble moved, swaying with the sound of the piano, also being transmitted to the rooftop through speakers.
I fell to my knees and swirled my hands with the blue in the half finished floor. Magnificent. Majestic. Majestic. Wait. I said that. Royal. It was pure magic. Everything around me was pure magic. Looking up I saw the glass wall. One that would take me even closer to the clouds. The wall was door-less, but led to a side of the rooftop in the mi dst of becoming a rooftop dance floor. The music wasn’t
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