It all started out so innocently, I went out to the mall with a few friends of mine from college. We were going to the local mall to listen to some music, maybe pick up a few CDs or something. I didn’t know. I just thought that something might be interesting to me. I wasn’t really looking at anything to buy. Just to browse, if you know what I mean.
There was this really cute salesgirl that happened to catch my eye. I don’t really know if she was interested in me at all, but I did my best to try and capture her eye.
Still nothing, so sadly enough, I went over to the stacks and picked out some CD’s that I thought that I might like, and went over to the desk to pay for the things.
There was a line of course, so I backed out, thinking that I might be able to wait until the line was going lower or something… really I don’t know what it was that I was thinking, just something thqat made me think of backing out.
“Oh excuse me.”
I turned and looked over at the voice that had spoken up behind me. It was a girl that I knew from school, Monique or something. “Oh, its all right, are you ok?”
She smiled at me, “Yeah, I’m fine.” She extended her hand out to me.
I was proven right on my assumption as she told me her name. “My name’s Monique. You’re Josh right?”
“Yeah.” Part of me was surprised that she knew me. “Um, I hate to ask this, but how do you know me?”
Monique laughed, and it sounded like a flock of bits had just taken into flight, it was beautiful. She was wearing a black leather jacket, I guessed with something airbrushed on it, I couldn’t really tell you as she was facing in front of me and I didn’t really want her to stop. “I’ve seen you over in the library, and in the rec-room in the dorm.”
Now I felt like a total jackass as she was sitting here telling me that she was part of my dorm and I couldn’t really remember her.
She must have seen the panicked look on my face. “It’s all right Josh.” She smoothed her hair away from her face. I could tell that she’d gone heavy on the eye shadow for some reason, but to me, she looked like the perfect Goth Princess.
“So what do you have in the bag?” She asked me pointing to the satchel that I had in my hand.
“Huh?” for a second, I lost all contact of what exactly it was that I was doing, and I wasn’t even sure of where I was, I had to look down at me hand to see what it was that she was talking about, once realization dawned on me, I felt really, really sheepish.
“Nothing to big, a little Insane Clown Posse, Whitefish, Marylyn Manson.”
