Rocky's was horrible. That's the only way I can really describe it and be as vague as I possibly can. Okay, I can explain the horrible time I had:
So, Philly and I made it to Rocky's and walked to the room to meet his friends. There were only three guys sitting at a table with a large pizza in the middle and a pitcher of Pepsi. After introducing myself and listening to them bicker and tease each other, music played. There was a girl on stage with only a guitar to accompany her. As soon as she strummed a couple of chords, I was lost in her and the music. I stopped paying attention to what Philly, Julio, Mars, and Reagan were saying. I ate a couple of slices of their pizza and drank a cup of Pepsi. I was actually enjoying myself even though there were four other guys with me.
The blissfulness didn't last long. The girl who was playing and singing reached a high note, and I was even more captivated by her talent. As I listened to her finish the bridge, I felt something warm on my neck and heard snickers. Of course, I had to have my back facing them. I brought my hand to my neck and turned around, only to be appalled. On my neck and now covering my hand was the sauce from the pizza. When I looked down at my plate and at the table, it was only in my vicinity. Some of it was dripping on my pants making the mess worse.
"Shit!" I cursed as I stood up and was utterly embarrassed.
When I loudly cursed, the girl had just finished her song and it was in the moment of silence before the applause. People were staring at me, the snickering increased, and I jetted my way to the back where I assumed the bathroom would be. Thankfully, it was there and I walked in and cleaned myself off. The whole time I kept thinking how stupid I was and wondering where they got the pizza sauce from. There was a scratched, old mirror above the sink, When I tried looking at my neck, I noticed some sauce on my shirt. It was just perfect.
I couldn't walk back out there and sit down at the table with Philly and his friends again, but leaving would make me feel like a coward and whenever I see Philly at the apartment, there would be no avoiding him or the memory. I sighed and sucked up all my fear and mustered up some some confidence to walk out of the bathroom and to the table. I never looked at Philly's friends as I picked up some napkins and cleaned the table. I got rid of all my things, left a few dollars on the table to pay for my share of lunch, and made my way out of Rocky's.
Now, I am casually standing a few feet away from Rocky's trying to figure out where I am with the map on my phone. I didn't really pay much attention to the streets or area as Philly drove, and I regret not trying to get a sense of some direction. This is just stupid. I can't believe I trusted him. He says Emily is a horrible person, but what kind of person invites another with them to hang out then makes a fool out of them? As I was about to give up on my phone, and just aimlessly wonder the streets, I heard Philly call my name.
"Niall! Awesome, you're still here. Are you alright?" Philly was standing next to me now, and it was hard to just ignore him. Anger was stirring up inside of me from what had happened minutes ago and I instinctively reacted.
"What do you think, Philly? You and your friends pulled some stunt on me and made a fool of me. Sure, I wasn't hurt physically, but it hurt when I thought you were actually being somewhat friendly by inviting me with your friends."
"Yeah, I know, I know. It was Julio's idea. He's like the prankster guy, especially after Press left. I had no part in it, I swear. You know, you were freaking lost in that chick who was playing."
"That girl was like sixteen. I don't like her, I was just amazed at how talented she is for her age. She was really good and had a strong voice."
"She's like Christina Aguilera with a guitar. Are you going to come back? Reagan, Mars, and Julio feel bad. They were actually surprised at how composed you were. They're also surprised that you left money. It would be nice to have a real conversation with you instead of you sitting there like you're in your own world."
I can't go back in and I've lost all trust in Philly and his buddies.
"No," There was a pause as Philly stared at me intensely, almost as intense as when I met him for the first time.
"Fine, let me give you directions to the apartment." His words took me back, but didn't surprise me as much as him offering a ride back would've.
A couple of minutes later I was walking home forcing myself to forget what had happened. Arcade is lame, I'm not having the best of experiences, and I still don't want to go back to Gaylord. It's astonishing that neither of my dads have called me yet. Even if they did, I probably wouldn't answer because telling someone about how my day went is enough to make me want to get a place on a different floor in the apartment complex. Hopefully Judge Judy or something is one when I get back. Maybe Dr. Phil will be on, whatever.
As I walked inside the building, I wondered if anyone else lived here. It always seems dead here like only Philly, Emily, and I live here and coincidentally on the same floor. It wouldn't surprise me otherwise. I walked up the short flight of stairs to the second floor and froze when I made it up.
"Blondie, you need to stop. I swear you have a fucking problem." Emily bit, not giving me much of a glance as I stood there staring at her. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't think and nothing came to mind. She was pissed off when I left, and I highly doubt she cooled off.
"Are you a stiff? You can walk, Blondie." Great, she gave me a nickname. It doesn't bother me much, I mean I did dye my hair blonde.
"Ugh, you're annoying." She grumbled.
"What are you doing?"
"Why does it concern you?"
"It doesn't, I just want to know." There was a pause and I watched as she thought of an answer while glaring at me with squinted eyes. I should've just stayed quiet, but I was only curious.
"Didn't your mother teach you how to mind your own business?" I had a blank expression, but my face fell even more at her rhetorical question.
"I don't have a mother." I said quietly.
What Emily said wasn't hurtful at all; I've grown used to the fact that I don't have a mother or ever will. I love both of my dads and am grateful for them even though the void of not having a true mother will never be completely filled. Emily's eyes grew wide before she looked away and didn't say anything else. It looked like she became sad, but when I blinked, she was herself again. She reached into her pocket from her jeans and pulled out a cigarette. I couldn't help but let out a pitiful sigh for her. She doesn't seem like such a bad person when you look at her long enough and it's quiet. Finally managing to control the muscles in my legs, I walked to my room.
"Niall?" I heard her voice again. I turned around to see her holding her unlit cigarette.
"Stop staring at me. I fucking swear, it's pissing me off."
"There's a difference between staring, looking, and admiring." I answered before entering my apartment and shutting the door behind me.
I asked myself when I sat on my couch if I really did admire Emily. That's like me saying I admired that girl who performed at Rocky's. To admire someone doesn't necessarily mean that you completely love them and adore them. I'm just stuck on Emily and respect the guitar girl. Now thinking of the guitar girl from Rocky's reminds me of Philly and his friends' prank. I'm sure they thought I was adoring the girl performing when I was just commending her for her talent.
But whatever, I'm tired of Emily saying I stare at her. I don't see how anyone can not look at her. She doesn't look like most girls, but that's because I never knew a girl who puts a cigarette between her lips for fun, wears so many dark colors, and is just an obscene person. Maybe I've been around guys too much my whole life and was only given the stereotypical description of a girl. I just assumed that girls were all the same and are these nice people who manage to have an unlimited amount of care and consideration for others. I know all about women's rights and equality, but it's easier to believe men are tough Though, I learned that gay people can be considered more feminine than rugged.
Even so, Emily has to be an approachable person. That quality is somewhere deep inside of her. I almost instantly forgot about Philly and started to wonder about Emily. For some strange reason, I wanted to talk her and started to hope I would see her again soon. For a solitary and reclusive girl, I see her around often.
I know, this is somewhat lame and possibly short.... but please check out the trailer that my best friend, more like sister, HSxox_ made!