The sound of the car came closer; the wreckage was
loud and clear.
Alex sat up quickly and gasped. It was a dream. The
same dream from the past few nights. Doesn't matter now though,
it was morning now and he had plans. He looked at the clock on
the nightstand and seen it was after 8:00 a.m., beside his clock
is the framed photo of him and his girlfriend from three years
ago. He got up and decided to start the day.
Alex brushed his teeth and washed his face. Thinking
about his plans for the day and hoping they would turn out okay.
He was born in Westchester, Pennsylvania, but lived the rest of
his life in Pittsburgh. And he didn't meet Myla Peterson until
the 11th grade. Ever since going out to the park for a
walk that day in summer, they've been together since. Not much of
him has changed since. His hair was still dark brown and a little
shaggy, eyes still brown, tall. He never changed. And probably
After getting ready, he grabbed his cell phone and
went to the kitchen and dialed Myla's number. Meanwhile, Myla had
been sleeping still when her phone went off.
"Good morning to you too Myla." He said while
rummaging through the fridge. Myla yawned and sat up better.
"I just woke up," she said while glancing to the
window," How's your morning so far?"
"I'm out of juice," Alex said while pouring the rest
of the orange juice into the glass cup, afterward, throwing the
carton away," You don't mind if I come over later do you? We can
"I never would mind," she responded, smiling," Where
will we go though?" She got up and went into the bathroom to look
in the mirror.
"Oh, I don't know… Do you wanna go for a walk in the
"Sure, I feel like walking."
"Alright, I'll be over in 30 minutes." He picked up
"I'll be ready then."
"Alright… love you." He said.
"Love you too." He hung up the phone and she threw
her phone on the bed and went to look for clean clothes. Alex was
happy. Everything going how he wanted it to be. While thinking of
that, he took a long drink from the glass and gagged, spitting
out the juice on the counter. He turned to the sink and rinsed
his mouth out. After doing so, he looked at the juice, and then
went to the trash to get the carton. He looked at the date.
" … Expired a month ago." Alex grew silent as he
thought about it and responded with the word:" S***."
Alex- after his juice incident- decided to go and
pick up his girlfriend. He got into his black dodge and started
the car. Forgetting his radio was up loud, all he could hear
was static from the radio station being faded. He panicked and
struggled to turn it down. After succeeding with that, he
decided to listen to his Bloodhound Gang mix cd. After turning
it on, the song One Way began to blast through the speakers.
The day was warm and sunny; people walked down the
streets and drove by, stopping at stop lights. He thought about
what he wanted to talk to his girlfriend about. But would she
want to hear him out? He thought that when he pulled up to her
home. A one story brick house. Alex forgot about his thoughts
as he saw Myla running out to his car, something about her
always brightened his life, no matter what. He loved her. Myla
got into the car, they smiled at one another, and drove on to
"You listen to a lot of Bloodhound Gang, Alex." She
said while looking out the window.
" I'm a fan… My first
concert was Bloodhound Gang."
" Our first time was
to Rang Dang." she added.
" First makeout was
to Mope... You wouldn't stop laughing." They both
" It's a funny song.
You laughed too." and he responded with a smile and a
They finally made it to the park,
but he began to have problems with getting the car to park.
Just when he thought he figured it out, the car almost began
speeding forward. He managed to get the car to jerk to a stop.
While the sun was out and flowers blooming for the first of
spring, they held hands and talked among each other. Kids
played on a nearby jungle gym and parents watched on, being