AFTER SCHOOL, I wait for Indie at the yellow house. Her yellow house, not Maria's. I open the car door for her.
"Thanks," she says as she hops in.
I Pass the house into a crosswalk. It's warm out and I glaze over at Indie. I must've been looking at her for too long because Alaska points it out. I start my car up again and I turn around the corner to my house. As I pull my car into the garage Donnie asks, "Can you take me bordin'?"
"Sure just--"
"Whoa, you have two chicks in your car!?"
"I--"
"And they're hot as hell!? Wow, lucky ass!"
"Shh! Go away!" I say opening the car door for the girls. Indie's wearing a bright red crop-top and ripped jeans. She slings her bags over her bare sholder. I escort them inside the kitchen. Alaska sprints into the living room fighting Donnie for the tv remote. I wish I never dated her. She's like a sister to the rest of the family. It's weird but it's cool. She's cool, so I'm cool.
Indie glances at her screen as I say, "You can sit on the couch if you like." I can't control my eyes roaming her whole body. I don't know what to say. I want to say a lot all at once and I'm scared that the words will tumble out all in one big ball. She gracefully walks to Alaska on top of Donnie on the floor trying to get the remote. "You wanna go up to my room?"
"Sure," she murmurs. I lead her up to my room. My room's a mess but I just kick everything underneath my bed. She leans against the door frame.
I look over my shoulder from my bed's view, "You can come in," I quietly laugh.
She comes in, her eyes roaming my room. I'm embarrassed to let her see my room like this. I asked Gramma if Alaska can come over, not...her. She's so beautiful her frizzy hair bouncing with every step she takes, her green eyes sparkling all the time, and her naturally tan skin lightens up by the sun's graceful light. She's an angle in disquised. I understand why she probably doesn't want me, she's way out of my leauge. She points to a poster that I got in seventh grade becuase I was the best in the class; that was my first year on T. She reads it, "Let light shine through." She laughs her laugh is small and cute. Like one of those anime girls laughs that never gets annoying.
I say it before I can catch myself, "You're laugh's cute."
"Stop, stop, not it's not," she laughs again. That cute laugh could carry me out of reality into an ulturante universe where she has green lazer eyes and halo over her head.
After I'm done kicking everything under my bed, I sit on it. I invite her to sit...