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Everyone – clothed and unclothed – made a path for me. I burst through the door and into the backyard. The bouncer working security snickered at me. I glared at him and held out my hand to get a stamp for the third house. When I had it, I wandered away while staring at the back of my hand. Having two stamps made it look weird, unnatural. The shrooms were kicking in.
Four
Mark
“So, you said you had a way to get past the order of the houses?”
“Huh?” I tossed the roach to the ground and stepped on it.
“We can’t get into any other house without a stamp from the houses before that one. You said you could get me in.”
“Oh, yeah. Sure. What house do you want to go in?”
“Well…” The bottom of her face twisted slightly as she thought. “I think the girl I want you to meet should be in the middle house by now, so let’s start there first.”
“House number three it is.”
I smiled, but I had no idea in hell of how I was going to get us into the house party out of order.
“Follow me,” I said, walking around to the front of the house.
Amy walked beside me as we headed to the house with a sign in front that said “House 3” in red spray paint. A small group of people were huddled on the front porch, and a slightly larger crowd was on the front lawn. Well, this is obviously not the way in. I thought to myself as I walked around to the left side of the house and headed toward the backyard.
Before we arrived, she yelled out, “Sexy joint!”
What the hell? I thought.
In the backyard, a woman wearing a sheet that almost looked like a joint. It was cut pretty short, showing her sexy legs. As soon as she saw Amy, she screamed and ran toward us. Is this the woman she wanted to hook me up with? Maybe I don’t want to tell my stepsister my feelings. I watched those sexy, smooth legs as she ran up to us and stopped.
“Hey, Amy. Where the fuck did you go?” She turned to me. “And who the hell are you?”
Is that Carissa’s voice? I asked then said, “I’m Jerry Garcia’s ghost,” in a muffled voice.
“You know, that tie-dye sheet looks really familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it.”
Oh shit. It is her! “Mmm. Cool.”
“Huh? Can’t you talk? Where’d you find this guy, Amy?” She paused. No answer. “Amy?”
We both looked around. Amy was missing once again.
“Fuck.”
I reached in my pants pocket and pulled out a magic marker. Once I had it, I wrote a number three on the back of my hand. “Hmm?” I grunted, still not wanting her to know my identity.
“What, Silent Bob? Oh, yeah. Maybe she went inside house three.”
She grabbed the marker from me and drew a number on her hand. I hoped I was right about the secret sign as we approached the back door. The bouncer took a look at our costumes and started nodding his head with a smile spread across his entire face. We showed him the back of our hands, but he didn’t care, motioning us in with a nod of his head.
Before we went inside, I slipped one of the other joints into her hand. She took it without saying anything. I followed her through the kitchen, a hallway, and up a flight of stairs. On the second floor of the house, which wasn’t very crowded, we found an empty bedroom. I kept my costume on, not wanting her to find out it was me.
“You want to smoke this?” she asked as she lifted a flap of cloth over her face.
I nodded my head. She giggled.
“Fucking Silent Bob.”
“Silent Garcia,” I said barely above a whisper, unable to resist.
I loved to see her laugh. Her smile made me melt inside. The more time I spent with her, the better the world at large seemed to be. She had a way of making everything seem like it was going to be okay, even if deep down I dreaded and feared the future. After she lit the crumpled joint without a complaint, she took a hit then passed it to me.
Music from the party downstairs floated up to us. She turned and shut the door, locking it. I
Everyone – clothed and unclothed – made a path for me. I burst through the door and into the backyard. The bouncer working security snickered at me. I glared at him and held out my hand to get a stamp for the third house. When I had it, I wandered away while staring at the back of my hand. Having two stamps made it look weird, unnatural. The shrooms were kicking in.
Four
Mark
“So, you said you had a way to get past the order of the houses?”
“Huh?” I tossed the roach to the ground and stepped on it.
“We can’t get into any other house without a stamp from the houses before that one. You said you could get me in.”
“Oh, yeah. Sure. What house do you want to go in?”
“Well…” The bottom of her face twisted slightly as she thought. “I think the girl I want you to meet should be in the middle house by now, so let’s start there first.”
“House number three it is.”
I smiled, but I had no idea in hell of how I was going to get us into the house party out of order.
“Follow me,” I said, walking around to the front of the house.
Amy walked beside me as we headed to the house with a sign in front that said “House 3” in red spray paint. A small group of people were huddled on the front porch, and a slightly larger crowd was on the front lawn. Well, this is obviously not the way in. I thought to myself as I walked around to the left side of the house and headed toward the backyard.
Before we arrived, she yelled out, “Sexy joint!”
What the hell? I thought.
In the backyard, a woman wearing a sheet that almost looked like a joint. It was cut pretty short, showing her sexy legs. As soon as she saw Amy, she screamed and ran toward us. Is this the woman she wanted to hook me up with? Maybe I don’t want to tell my stepsister my feelings. I watched those sexy, smooth legs as she ran up to us and stopped.
“Hey, Amy. Where the fuck did you go?” She turned to me. “And who the hell are you?”
Is that Carissa’s voice? I asked then said, “I’m Jerry Garcia’s ghost,” in a muffled voice.
“You know, that tie-dye sheet looks really familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it.”
Oh shit. It is her! “Mmm. Cool.”
“Huh? Can’t you talk? Where’d you find this guy, Amy?” She paused. No answer. “Amy?”
We both looked around. Amy was missing once again.
“Fuck.”
I reached in my pants pocket and pulled out a magic marker. Once I had it, I wrote a number three on the back of my hand. “Hmm?” I grunted, still not wanting her to know my identity.
“What, Silent Bob? Oh, yeah. Maybe she went inside house three.”
She grabbed the marker from me and drew a number on her hand. I hoped I was right about the secret sign as we approached the back door. The bouncer took a look at our costumes and started nodding his head with a smile spread across his entire face. We showed him the back of our hands, but he didn’t care, motioning us in with a nod of his head.
Before we went inside, I slipped one of the other joints into her hand. She took it without saying anything. I followed her through the kitchen, a hallway, and up a flight of stairs. On the second floor of the house, which wasn’t very crowded, we found an empty bedroom. I kept my costume on, not wanting her to find out it was me.
“You want to smoke this?” she asked as she lifted a flap of cloth over her face.
I nodded my head. She giggled.
“Fucking Silent Bob.”
“Silent Garcia,” I said barely above a whisper, unable to resist.
I loved to see her laugh. Her smile made me melt inside. The more time I spent with her, the better the world at large seemed to be. She had a way of making everything seem like it was going to be okay, even if deep down I dreaded and feared the future. After she lit the crumpled joint without a complaint, she took a hit then passed it to me.
Music from the party downstairs floated up to us. She turned and shut the door, locking it. I
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