Dear Future Me,
Happy 4th. Or fifth. I guess. It’s late right now. After midnight. And fireworks are still going off and all that. And the old fart is still snoring since I had left. Left?
Oh, future me, you have no idea what kind of bullshit I had to deal with today. And, all the good kind of bullshit that happened today too. I think I have to thank that sandy-red haired pest.
So remember how them cats were mrowling and doing the cat thing where they make us worry? Yeah, I got worried again and opened the door. And the stupid cat ran out again. I had to chase after it again. But of course, I had to get properly dressed this time. I put on looser fitting but long pants, and made sure I grabbed a water bottle before I ran after the cat. I’m pretty sure the old fart saw me since he was in the kitchen eating his frozen meal. How he didn’t magically appear like before to stop me is beyond me. And how he didn’t shout anything out in surprise or in anger is also beyond me.
I got to the small hole in the forest wall where I remembered climbing through before. Someone had cut away at the thorns, and there was a proper entrance now into the forest park forbidden forest looking ass thing. It was still a tight entrance, but I wouldn’t be cut to death this time at least. The cat was already far off in the distance, and I ran after it despite knowing that I would most likely die from heat exhaustion or something like that.
We got to the clearing. And I ran into a group of five. That’s where I stopped in my tracks.
So, uh, I think it’s best for me to describe them to you first, future me. There’s five of them, and all of them are as different as anything else I’ve seen.
First dude is tall and looked like a tall glass of chocolate… milk? He was more syrupy in color. But he was cute. If I was into guys right now. Or if I wasn’t in a relationship with Julie. He’s jacked, but not in that obnoxious way. He’s more built well, like he works out without the overdoing it. I like that in a man. He’s also bald as an egg, which I guess I can deal with? Not that I’m into him or nothing, it just that black dudes really do look good with no hair. He had a guitar and he was strumming it when I had come in.
Next one was this girl about my height. Her hair was kinda like mine, but it was a neon green brighter than old saint patty. She looks really good too. Like, hot damn kind of good. She’s like a supermodel or some shit like that. I wish I knew her better. I dunno if she into girls, but goddamn she cute. She’s even got this light tan going on like she spent a lot of time outside in the sun. And not like in a bad, obnoxious orange way either. We have enough people like that that we know of. This was a natural one, where it didn’t look like a tanning bed. She was checking her phone when I got in.
If someone put feisty into a can and spray it out to form a person, it would be him. I mean, he got the red hair and the attitude to match. Not that he actually is feisty, but he is a little louder and more brash I guess. And, he is sooooo gay. I love it! Alright, how do I know? Uh, he was actively wrapped around the black man’s middle, like, stroking him like he was some sort of prized possession. It’s cool, I still have a chance with tall and dark and handsome. It didn’t seem to me that they were a proper thing. But just friends. I hope. It could be one of those one-sided relationships for all I know too. But he is cute too. Like, why the hell does everyone have to be soo cute????
There was a girl laying down. She’s taller than me by a bit, and she was staring up at the sky when I showed up. She’s not, well, heavy, but she definitely looks a little curvy. In a good way. Like, I would love to snuggle up to her on cold winter nights kind of curvy. She’s definitely is a little different than the others. She’s another minority, like the black dude, but she doesn’t scream out to me exotic or anything like that. She screams to me more independent and rebellious. I don’t see many Asians, much less anyone else, who have dyed their hair dark purple and wear purple contacts. Hell, even her outfit consisted of purple in one shade or another. And she rocked it. You go girl!
The last girl was holding the little sandy-red monstrosity as I came in. She was… uh, well… damn... I mean..
She’s got this red and blonde? No, that doesn’t do justice. Scarlet and Gold. Like some Gryffindor shit. It’s good on her. And.
Damn. She’s cute.
She’s a little shorter than me, but not too short like she would be a midget or something. It’s a good height for her. I want to pick her up and take her with me. And do things to her that would make any priest blush. She’s just…
Damn.
I think I really fell for her. I mean, well, we did hang out all day. And she is still fresh in my mind. But…
Okay, getting back to it. I showed up, and she was holding the cat which I absolutely hated with every goddamn fiber of my being, and everyone kind of stopped moving and we just kind of stared.
It was a little awkward at first. There was the introductions and then the why the hell the cat got out of the house conversation. There’s Dar-Dar, Sall-Bae, Kee-Ya, Alt-Eee, and Am-Bie. In the order I wrote them down. They all called each other nicknames, which was a little weird. But I’m down. It means they like each other, right?
And they wanted to know where I was living since they never seen me before. Am-Bie still held onto that terror of a cat. Guess she’s more of a cat person than I was. I told em I was living with the old fart back at the four story mystery house. I pointed back vaguely behind me to it, and I knew that you could see the attic bedroom I claimed as my own just peeking out over the treetop edge of this forest park thing.
Dar-Dar, I think he’s the oldest by a bit, was hella surprised I lived there. That old man had moved in years ago, before anyone of them had been born, and they thought that he was a reclusive shut-in. I agreed and made up some bullshit that I had to live with him for the summer since he is family or some shit.
They believed me, thank god. I didn’t want the whole, conservative bullshit propaganda thrust down my throat right then. Though, since I’m 200% sure that Kee-Ya is gay I’m sure that they would be fine with it. Doesn’t mean I want to talk about it. I mean, I have to deal with that bull with the therapist already. I didn’t want awkward conversations with strangers.
Well, said strangers are pretty cool. I got to hang out with them all day. Literally, all day. Like, over 12 hours or so. I got back just before midnight. We hung out and talked about nothing and shot off fireworks and played with sparklers. I got to know a bit 'bout each of the dudes there. Nothing too important or anything like that, future me. If it was, I’d write it down. And I talked a bit about me too. Not a lot, but just a little. I was the only one who smoked, and I took a smoke or two while I was with them. And they didn’t care at all that I got a vice like that. Thank god.
I hung out a lot with Am-Bie. I like her. A lot. We sat together as we roasted hotdogs and marshmallows. And some vegan bullshit that I tried and I couldn’t even bother eating a second bite. It was for Sall-Bae. God bless her, I couldn’t do it. We sang some really bad campfires while Dar-Dar played the guitar. I can harmonize with others, but I can’t lead worth crap. It gave me an excuse to listen to Am-Bie more and more.
Eventually, I had to leave. The old fart might be getting worried, and once the fireworks were out I was able to see and get out without me making too many excuses. I did get their numbers tho. I think we’re going to hang out again.
The old fart didn’t even say anything when I got back. I think it was because he was dead asleep when I got back. Which I thought odd since the freaking fireworks could wake up the dead since they were shooting off a whole bunch right outside the front door. Damn elderly neighbors bringing their whole fucking clan to the party.
Oooh!! I got a text from Am-Bie! I’ll write later.
Robin.
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