When Everything Feels Like The Movies - Plot & Excerpts
Sometimes I had to be boring to stay alive. My goal was to blend, so before I left to meet Angela at our old elementary school playground, I put on a pair of jeans and one of Ray’s grey sweaters, which I took out of the dryer.Angela was sitting on a swing and smiled when I approached because she’d managed to get one of the drunks who sleep on the ramp outside the liquor store to go in and buy her a mickey of vodka. Usually, they run off with your money or drink the booze before they get out of the store.“I didn’t even have to flash him,” she said, her cheeks red from too much blush and the cold. She passed me the bottle, and I took a quick shot.“I’m nervous,” I said.“What’s to be nervous about?” she asked, but she didn’t really care. She pulled out her compact and put on more blush.“Because I never go to parties. I’m not suicidal.”“Relax,” she said, and I could tell she was irritated because all she cared about was getting laid by the teen dream and having everyone know it.“The guys in this town are bad enough with just blood in their veins,”
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