Thursday September 7th 1985
📍Hawkins Indiana
Joanne Henderson
I woke up early this morning so I could shower before school. I had stayed up late last night thinking about everything I had said to Robin. I wanted shower this morning to wake myself up for the presentation I had today in art. I didn't really care about that sort of thing but I wanted to get as many possible points to make up for my c average last semester—and I don't want to make an ass of myself in front of Robin.
By the time I was dressed, Dustin was finally out of bed and scarfing down a bowl of cereal at the kitchen counter.
"Dustin, car, now" I snapped
"Joanne, cereal, wait" he replies smugly.
"Whatever bike to school then" I say shrugging and walking out the front door on my way to get in the car getting in the car.
30 second after I start the engine Dustin is running out the door, backpack in one hand, bowl of cereal in the other. He throws his backpack over his shoulder and opens the door to sit down.
"What do you have against waking up on time" I ask annoyed with him.
"Well if I stay up late I can't wake up early" he says like it's common sense.
"You are such an idiot" I groan
"Chill out Jo, I held you up like 30 freaking seconds!" he snaps at me.
I roll my eyes turning my thoughts back to the presentation I was about to give first period—and Robin.
"Who shoved a stick up your ass today?" Dustin questions.
"No one." I sigh "I'm fine."
"Clearly your worked up about something" he pushes.
"Dustin I said I'm fine" I say in a harsh tone.
"Fine whatever deal with it on your own then" he says in a sassy tone.
I sigh before saying "I just want to get to school early, alright?"
"Ahh, to see your popular friends" he assumes.
"No- not that at all" I say shaking my head at him.
"Then what's wrong" he asks "I know I'm not mr.popular but you can still talk to me."
"I know I can" I say in a softer voice. "I've just been thinking a lot lately" I frown.
"Thinking about what?" he asks with a curious face.
"Me" I say turning my head away from him. "I just feel- different"
"Different how?" he puzzles flashing his eyes at me.
"I don't really want to talk about it right now" I say frowning.
"That's okay" he says.
"Thanks for understanding" I grin at him.
"Your welcome, but you know-" he pauses before saying "I'm a-always gonna be like— there for you or whatever."
YOU ARE READING
Bad habit, Robin Buckley
Science Fiction"Can I bite your tongue, like my bad habit" In which 17 year old Joanne (Jo) Henderson loves books, pink converse, and lip gloss while 18 year old Robin Buckley loves her Walkman, dark blue nail polish, and old movies, but they do have one thing in...
