Michelle's Pissed

Both you and Michelle wait at the school’s gate.

You look at her, her blonde hair rests on her shoulders delicately, decorating her thin face, which is frowning intensely.

You know that, if her rational mind wasn’t stopping her, she’d be swearing up and down right now, maybe punch you in the face.

Her eyes are dark, her face is read. You have no idea how to manage this problem. It feels like a big fuck-up, the type that you never really get over with.

How foolish you were.

Even after you and Michelle parted ways, even after you lost touch with Buckett, even after you became old and withered with age, you remembered Michelle fuming over some stupid, unconsequential mistake your dumb teenage as made.

But you remember it with a nostalgic lens. As a time of learning. A unique time of beauty and confusion and teenage hormones that were set free and ran around on fire.

Even if at the time you might’ve thought saying this was sappy or corny or whatever, the truth is at this point of time everything seemed so--

BRRRRRMMMMMM!

The sound of a speeding car punches you right into reality and back into the ring.

Michael Campbell vs. The World, Round 2.

“That must be Buckett.”

You see the emitter of that horrible noise you just heard: A shitty, barely-functioning five-seater. Weighing a bit under 4000 pounds, with a winning streak of only crashing five times, the amazing, the unforgettable Peugeot 206.

Going at a dangerously fast speed, the car screeches to a halt right in front of you. The tinted windows, which Buckett thought would be the ticket to getting chicks into his car and out of their panties, are vibrating as “Better Now” by Post Malone blasts through the car speakers.

Buckett, who was apparently driving without a seatbelt, opens the car door and exits the vehicle. He comes out with a smile and his arms extended.

“It’s Michael and Michelle. What a lovely couple!”

You embrace him and give him a hug.

“How’s it going?” You ask him

“Pretty damn fine.”

Buckett, even if not the smartest one around, is still hell of a good friend. After all, you met Michelle at one of his parties, a “Buckettpalooza”, as he likes to call them. He’s funny as hell, or at least he makes you laugh, which is a good reason to keep him around you. He also has a sick house in a lake, which is a pretty good perk.

Buckett takes off his blue wool beanie, and puts it on his jacket’s pocket. His thin, brown hair, which is pretty long and unkept.

You know exactly what he’s going to do. He embraces his arms yet again, but you give him a look of caution, as if to warn him that his interaction with Michelle is not going to be nice. However, he promptly ignores this.

“Am I gonna get a hug from Mitch?”

Michelle awkwardly shuffles backwards, frowns at Buckett and crosses her arms. After a few awkward seconds, he puts his arms down in defeat.

“So, how much sex did you guys have while I was gone?”

There we go again.

A laugh escapes from your mouth, to Mitch’s fury. Buckett surely is your best friend, but he never picks up when it’s time to stop the funny banter.

“Not too much” You tell him honestly.

“Ohhh, that sucks.” He looks at Mitch. “Well, get ready, ‘cause we got a long way to go.”

Buckett approaches his car and gives it a slap on the roof, like a car salesman.

“Lady is in good shape, though I scratched it on my way here.”

There’s a brand new scratch on the rear left door. Nothing nasty, but still considerable.

“Yeah, I see…” You answer. “Are we gonna get to the cabin alive?”

“Probably… If we’re lucky!” He adds with a grin.

With his jacket on and his dim-witted smile, Buckett looks like a discount Ashton Kutcher. That’s probably what makes him so popular with the ladies.

Some other Post Malone song is now spilling through the speakers. It’s muffled and ugly with auto-tune.

A shouting voice is heard from inside the car:

“Can we turn this down, please?”

You recognize it immediately. It’s Jackie, the third member of the original gang. Back when it was just you, Buckett and her, you all got along more than fine. Since Michelle came into your life, things have been a little bit… Complicated.

But that’s a story for later.

You can already picture Jackie’s petite, small and pale body. Her forehead which is a little bit too big, her hair which can’t quite decide if it wants to be brown or blonde. She has the type of face which looks better when she’s serious rather than when smiling, but seeing her smile still brights your day up.

“Hey” You tell Buckett, “I didn’t know Jackie was with you.”

“Oh, yeah, I have her on my trunk right now.”

You laugh. Nothing like a joke that involves **** innocent women.

“Very funny, Buckett!” You hear from inside. “Can you turn this off, please! And unlock my door!”

He opens the driver’s door and finally shuts down the radio. Post Malone closes his mouth, fortunately. No one’s “congratulating” him now.

You see Buckett shuffle inside the car, then hear the clicking sound of a door being unlocked.

“There you go, you happy now?”

“Thank God! Finally out of there.”

Jackie wasn’t trapped in the trunk, but instead in the backseat of a shitty unkempt Peugeot driven by a really amateur speed driver. Possibly even worse than getting kidnapped.

“Why were you laying there?” You ask her.

“I was just trying to take a nap before we took off, but since this guy drives like a maniac, I couldn’t catch any sleep.”

Buckett looks at you with his “Women, right?” face. You carefully stop yourself from having any sort of reaction to that, for Mitch might get even angrier.

“Oh, hey Mitch!” Jackie chimes.

“Oh… Hey…”

Jackie gives Michelle a quick, uncomfortable hug.

Logically, the two don’t get along super well.

Jackie proceeds to stretch in front of the school gate. And it’s more than just her legs. Both you and Buckett admire as she moves her hips from side to side in a charitable effort to circulate blood flow. She stretches her arms, which gives you both a good look at her tight tits, that look like two juicy apples.

Her hot glasses, which are kind of square and small, almost fall out as she stretches her back. They highlight the fact that she’s a bookworm, but make her look incredibly sexy in the process.

Jackie, as usual, is dressed in all black. A black turtle neck highlights her figure. She’s no longer the kind of chubby, puberty-stricken thirteen year old she was when you first met her. She’s now a woman, who happens to wear these nice Levis jeans which make her heart-shaped ass look incredible.

“Finally I get a chance to streeetch…”

You feel Michelle’s **** stare on the back of your neck. It’s like a sixth sense you got, knowing when she wants you to do something.

“Should we get going?” You ask Buckett, with just the right amount of urgency to make it sound like you don’t want to see Jackie stretch her sweet tits.

“Yeah” He mumbles.

You nudge at Buckett, who is still staring with his mouth slightly open, drooling at Jackie.

“Oh… Yeah, I forgot I had to drive.”

He runs into the car and honks the horn for the three of you. Slowly but steadily, you all pile up in your respective seats. You and Mitch go on the back, Buckett drives, and Jackie apparently called shotgun.

You hear the motor roar as the ride accelerates steadily through the school’s main road. The sun is steadily nodding its way into setting, falling asleep in the meantime. The clouds are starting to become pinkish and the sky is a reddish yellow. A truly beautiful sight.

The clouds roll on as you go further and further away from school. It’s time to catch up with your two best friends.