push up your glasses. smile.
"hello jenna." i said, smiling.
hand her the flower.
"hello tyler."
shes smiling.
the beautiful daisy.
into the movie. pay for her ticket and food.
hand the usher our tickets.
hold her hand. warm. safe.
some cheesy romance movie about a summer love.
after the movie, walk to the car.
the weeds disguised as flowers are back but this time they don't dump lunch on my head.
"jenna, baby, why are you hanging out with this loser?"
the weed grabs her wrist.
my fist comes in sharp contact with his eye.
oh no.
grabs me by the shirt, pulls me to the back.
don't forget.
Jenna's crying. I hate it when she cries.
"Tyler! Tyler!"
it's okay.
punched over and over.
the taste of pennies.
a few minutes later, a blur of red.
black-out.
