Weird and Weirder

CH17. Josh's POV - Start Me Up

Chapter 17 – Josh's POV

Start Me Up

"What does it mean when a girl tells you she'll never touch your penis again but then tells you she'll see you next week right after?"

Todd doesn't answer me. He hasn't answered any of my questions so far. He's just staring at his computer screen, working on our app.

I'm on my second bag of dried shredded squid, lying on Todd's couch staring at his ceiling. There's nothing particularly interesting on his ceiling. There's nothing interesting on any ceiling, really.

I just don't feel like being home and alone right now, and Blake has school.

I munch on a piece of dried squid, kinda contemplative.

"Of all the things that could have been wrong with her, she had to be a Beatles fan," I mumbled to myself.

This is the time Todd decides to give me attention.

"I can't keep ignoring this. Seriously? Seriously? You went out with a horse girl that admitted to doing peanut butter on the cooch shit with her dog, you went out that kept telling you to spit on his face, but you draw the fucking line at liking the Beatles?"

I grin, looking his way. "She was very vocal about her love for them. And she said she didn't like the Rolling Stones."

Todd sighs, leaning back in his chair. "What's wrong with liking the Beatles? You know sometimes you're such a fucking hipster."

I snort at his outburst. "What?"

"You don't like them just because they're mainstream, and everyone knows the Beatles. People know the name Rolling Stones, but in general can't even tell you one song title. You like that."

Well, now I'm a little annoyed. "Excuse me. Sir Michael Philip Jagger is my confusing sexuality icon."

"So, you don't like his music? You just like the fact that he fucked David Bowie."

I grin sheepishly. "I also love his music."

Todd shakes his head and turns around, staring at his screen again. "I don't even know why I'm talking to you right now. I'm just encouraging your stupid behavior."

"She said I was hot. Well, she called me a tone-deaf hottie, it's the same thing, really," I say, kinda to myself again.

I've dated a lot of people in my young life. I'm weird, really weird, so not that many people have been able to really surprise me. This girl managed to do it though. Every week, I have no fucking clue what she's going to do. And I love it.

I like being surprise. I like it when people do things I hadn't expected. Well, nice things, not mean things.

Also, she's got soft skin, a nice voice and apparently a problem with wearing underwear, so like, what's not to like?

"Josh, you can stare at my ceiling all you want it's not going to give you any answers. You know what will? Actually asking the girl," Todd tells me.

"I can't. I don't have her number. I have no way of contacting her. I can only meet her at the flea market."

"Seriously?" Todd sounds done with my shit.

"It could actually be a romantic premise," I start saying contemplatively, and then start narrating, "We could only meet at one place. We were never meant to be, but we could, for just a moment, meet at the flea market and be together, before we both had to return to our own world."