365 Muse

365 Muse : creative non fiction or fiction musings based on one musical album every day for a year. My muse. My musings. My eclectic music collection.
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Saturday, June 26, 2010

So give me Novacaine








american idiot / Green Day











There was two hours of ‘get to know you games’, a lecture about the freedoms of being on your own, an hour of team competition in community building games, a nauseating picnic dinner in which hockey pucks were passed off as hamburgers and now a party sponsored by ‘the Greeks.’

The only thing Sam liked less than Frat boys were Sorority girls. She was sitting alone on the front step of some Victorian house labeled with letters. The music poured fourth and she was wishing that the kool aid punch in her red plastic cup could be ‘enhanced.’

So what color are you supposed to be?” It was Scooby’s tall Hobbit friend. He tossed his chin at the pinned ribbon on her shoulder. She’d forgotten about it.

“Tiffany Blue. I see you found Mauve.”

The young man nodded.

"I can’t call you Tiffany, it makes my brain hurt.”

Sam smiled.

“That’s a shame, that IS my name, and I was looking forward to saying I met Mauve.” She looked up at him, then cringed as some giggling girls went bouncing up the steps next to her.

The girl was half way in the house, when she stepped back out and Sam recognized the matching ribbon on her shoulder. “Heya Sam, coming?”

“I’m good.” Sam gave a fake cheery grin and glanced at the young man. Her new friend, glanced to the guy, looked skeptical but she nodded and went on.

“Tiffany Sam. Very unique.” He gave a small smile and leaned against the porch post.

“Just Sam.” She rolled her eyes and looked to the front yard. It was twilight. She wondered if she should walk back to the rooms before it got dark. She definitely didn’t want to wait for the others. She probably should find mouse and drag her back.

“You can call me G.” The young man interrupted her thoughts.

“G?”

“I could tell you, but I’d have to kill you.”

A surge of noise came from the house, followed by an increase in stereo volume.

“Promise?” She asked looking up at him with a half smile herself, which he returned. “Did you have M&M’s that color?”

“Ah…yeah.” He answered, the tone saying exactly how he felt about that.

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