When I woke up the next morning everyone that stayed was passed out in different corners of the room. Some made it a bed or a couch before their tolerance topped out but others weren’t so lucky. I was one of the lucky ones. I picked my head up off the couch and gently stepped over the maze of people.
I opened the door to the bathroom and half expected it to be occupied by some drunken girl lying next to it but, it was free for me to use. It occurred to me mid-stream that I never checked behind the shower curtain which was the best and worst mistake of my life.
The shower curtain scrapped against the metal rod and made me jump. I did let out a little scream too. Stood there in the bathtub was Joselyn, her eyes rimmed with faded black eyeliner and her bright red lipstick was smeared across her lips. At least this time she was wearing pants.
“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled and tried to put my business away but nearly fell backwards. She gave me a sideways glare and got out of the tub, “Baking a cake, what does it look like I’m doing.”
The chain of her boots jingled as she walked over to the mirror and fixed her make up. She flipped her head upside down, ran her fingers through her hair and pulled it up into a pony tail. When she was right side up again she looked over at me, “Do you know what time it is?”
I was standing at the toilet with my pants around my ankles but the only thing Joselyn was worried about was the time. “I don’t know but I’m kind of busy...where’s your phone?” It was currently occupying the left side of my back pocket which was on the ground.
“In my back pocket, but let me…” Before I had a chance to finish my sentence Joselyn walked behind me, bent down to the floor and reached into my pocket. “Nice boxers, it’s 8:34. I’m starving. Wanna go get some breakfast?”
“Sure, but can I finish peeing first?” She walked over to the bathtub and sat down on the edge of it, “Sure, as long as you don’t mind me watching.” “I kind of do yeah.”
“What’s the matter, she leaned over giving me a clear view of her breasts, can’t perform under pressure?” I just stood there in my lime green boxers with little blue birds on them and stared at this girl who I knew since middle school but probably didn’t know me.
And the first actual conversation we’re having is in the bathroom. She laughed and stood up, “I’m kidding, I’ll be outside. Hurry up!” I jumped when she slapped my ass. I didn’t expect to turn around and see her smiling as she shut the door either.
The whole time we were searching the house Danny, who had the car keys, she never once asked me my name. She mostly did all the talking. “So where does your friend usually like to pass out?” She asked as she picked up a cup that was sitting on the counter and drank it.
“I don’t know, probably outside?” Sure enough, Danny was passed out on top of the mattress that Joselyn dragged outside last night. I stepped over the two girls that were sleeping next to him and gave his shoulder a jolt.
“What, Danny squinted up at me and put his hands over his head, it’s too bright.” “I know, give me the keys and you can go back to sleep.” Danny groaned, reached into his pocket and handed me the keys, “Bring me back coffee.” He said with his slurred speech.
I stood up with the keys in my hand and turned to where Joselyn was standing. I saw her standing over by the shed, peering into it with her arms crossed. She must have heard the keys jingling because she turned and walked up to me, “You ready?” she asked with her arm looped through mine.
On the way to get breakfast Joselyn didn’t say anything but she did flip through the radio stations. She sat back against the seat and let out an annoyed sigh. I reached into the center console and handed her my mp3 player, “I hate the radio too, you can flip through this if you want. Just don’t judge me too harshly.”
She smiled and took it, “But what kind of music snob would I be if I didn’t. As long as there isn’t any Country on here I promise not to judge you.” I shook my head and looked in my mirror to make sure it was okay to merge, “I don’t like Country either so there shouldn’t be any of that on there...
However; I do have an entire Spice Girls album on there.” She laughed and held up the mp3 player, “Actually you have two albums but, I’ll let that slide because I too was a child of the 90’s.” I realized I was paying more attention to Joselyn rather than the road and nearly went into a lane of oncoming traffic. Luckily she didn’t notice.
She sat up straighter, grabbed the cord hanging from the audio jack and plugged my mp3 player into it. The beginning of my favorite song Stellar by one of my favorite bands began to play through the speakers. I looked over at Joselyn who had her eyes closed.
“Do you like this song?” She opened her eyes and looked over at me, “I don’t know yet, I chose it because it’s your most played song. The best way to know someone is to listen to their music.”
I suddenly felt very vulnerable. I felt like this song meant the difference between this breakfast being a one time thing or perhaps a weekend thing. Either way I wasn’t going to waste this time to get to know Joselyn. Not the girl who could drink guys under the table or the one who stood on top of a mattress throne.
The song ended just as I parked the car outside the diner. Joselyn looked over at me, nodded and got out of the car. I guess I passed the test I thought to myself as I got out of the car and followed her into the diner.