Buy Or Don’t Buy

Julia and Sly sat outside the United Avalon theaters and asked Tammy to hold up her dress and shoes she bought for MORP. The name might have been backwards, to prevent middle schoolers from drinking, but everything else about Friday’s dance was definitely forwards: girls asking the guys to dance, new clothes, new weather, new life.

Sly was bent over Julia, fixing buttons on her blouse that were slotted in the incorrect holes. “So I heard in class today through Mrs. Bast that there’s this science lab cavator. She goes to different private schools’ science labs and steals petri dishes and leaves notes and stuff—yeah, Taylor defined the word the other day. She dresses total GDS, which is weird. It seems to me that she might be a slut though. Isn’t that funny? Tammy, you should totally ask Sean to come for Friday. He’s friends with Robby. Fuck stag!!”


Sean.
The skateboarder.
What.
Dreams.
May.
Come!!!!!!!!!

Julia shook off Sly and nodded her head to a group of three buzz-cut boys who were hackey-sacking by the yonder box office. She smirked at their soccer haircuts. “Yeah, so I heard from Steve who was reading Bop that there might be like this rock show at Maret on Saturday… What a rag mag! Ha, yeah, Steve READS Bop! Well anyway, St. Anselms might be there, and even though they’re annoying with the UN invites they do have a lacrosse team, so.”

A group of people came out of the earlier Austin Powers screening. Julia looked up and ducked, because she saw:

Tim, Annie, Joyce, Michael, Hugo, Tamara, Tia, Kat, Kim, Harley, Swindle, Katie, Chang, Ann, Malcolm, James, Gladwell, Patterson, Ethan, Josh, Nan, Eva, Dan, and Mary, all coming out together.

“The ever-present Michael and company is at it again,” Julia said, under her breath. “Isn’t that right Sly.”

“When will they ever stop? Quarter past the half of an hour, and they’ll be spotted again.”

The Buzz Cut Boys kept glancing over, and even though they weren’t Tammy’s type or anything (Tammy wasn’t their type, she knew), she thought she’d be Millian and the boys might get some action or reactions out of Julia and Sly, which was better than nothing. Tammy asked Sly to please go over there and ask them what movie they were going to, and if they were getting Uno’s after.

They sat together in the movie. Six across. Tammy showed them her MORP dress, and they asked Julia and Sly wtf MORP was. The three males got up at once to use the restroom, and the tallest one nudged Tammy to come along. The tallest.

“So when’s we gettin’ our dicks sucked outta this?” The tallest one said as we milled about the Dippin Dots vending machine. I adjusted my jean shorts as if protecting a dick from being sucked, and excused myself to use the payphone.