easily amused (standard:humor, 767 words)
Author: zip7	Added: Apr 09 2008	Views/Reads: 3043/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Losing your mind is a learning experience.

"So that's it?" she said. "Just like that?" Of course, "just like that".
What did she expect me to say? I was breaking up with her. That's it. 
Why? I thought about that all the way back to the dorm. ”why." She just 
Wasn't cute anymore, that's why! What can I say? Maybe she was too 
Cute... It doesn't really matter anymore. When I opened the door to 
my,OUR room, I gazed upon a Chaotic scene of the most stereotypical 
order. A PARTY. Don't these People ever study? But then again...this IS 
college, after all. What Else is there, right? Thank you "national 
lampoon's..." 

I made my way past the formerly sober, over the presently unconscious,
And through the soon-to-be-arrested, until finally I'd reached my quiet 
Place. The bathroom. I locked the door and turned to lean my back 
Against it. It was only a small comfort, but losers can't be 
Choosers... 

What a day. What an awful, awful day. The loud, thumping music made the
Door vibrate. This, in turn, made my head do likewise. I sank down to 
The floor, overwhelmed with disgust and contempt for such a foul set of 
Events. I crawled toward the sink and pulled myself up by its cold, 
White surface. I stared into the mirror. "Candy man, candy man, Candy 
man." I whispered. ... Nothing. Is there no solace? No Knife-wielding 
psychopath to take me away? 

I fell back to the floor. I closed my eyes for a moment. It was too loud
To sleep. No, My dreams of a "nightmare on Elm Street" finale would 
never be... I would have called upon more dark creatures of horror 
Cinema, but the thought of some loser in a hockey mask being the last 
Thing I saw, became strangely repulsive--I always hated hockey. With a 
Passion. 

I closed my eyes again, and when I opened them, the word "predictable"
lost all meaning. Standing over me, staring down, was...a girl. I 
Looked. The door was still closed behind her-Still locked. 

I slowly stood up. Unbelievable. She was hot. HOT AND A HALF! The kind
of girl who would steal the gum out your mouth. 

Her beautiful black hair poured down just past her shoulders. Mmm... By
the way she was dressed, I wouldn't have been surprised if I saw her at 
the party, or even in class. Just some jean shorts and a Well-fitting 
pink t-shirt that had "burn" written across it. Ouch. What An honest 
statement. She seemed normal....enough. 

I asked her if she was real. She nodded her head "yes". I asked her
howShe got inside. She just smiled softly. Can I... she nodded "yes" 
again. I touched her shoulder. Felt real. I applied a little pressure. 
She resisted. Well, that pretty much answered 99.9% of my questions, 
so...off to the races! 

I leaned in for a kiss, but then stopped suddenly. I would hate to be
The butt of my own mind's idea of a practical joke. "Go get me a beer." 
I asked. Surely an impossible feat...but just like that, she opened the 
door, and walked out. hmm... 

A few minutes later, she came back, beer in hand. I thanked her as I
took the beer and slid back down the wall to the ground. She sat down 
with me, still smiling so beautifully. I opened the can and went 
bottoms-up. At least I could say that I wasn't entirely sober... 

She leaned closer, her aforementioned beautiful black hair touching my
hand. I took another drink. "So...what's your name?" I asked. "Sue." 
She said with that trademark smile. Even more shocking than knowing 
that she could talk, was hearing her voice... IT SOUNDED EXACTLY LIKE 
MINE. 

EXACTLY. 

I dropped the can. It WAS too good to be true... She came even closer.
"Do you wanna kiss me?"  She said as she twirled her fingers through 
her hair. That would have been cute. It really would have... "No...not 
really." I said, leaning my head back against the wall. She looked 
Disappointed. I closed my eyes. When I opened them...she was gone. Just 
like that. I was glad. 

I don't know where she came from. Maybe she was just my guilt made
manifest by the strange inner-workings of a mind that has seen and 
lived one too many scenes out of a bad college movie. Maybe my 
Girlfriend got so ticked off that she managed to put a curse on Me. who 
knows? I guess the only real truth I learned Is that I'll even dump a 
dream girl if I don't like her voice. How about that... 

The End 


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