Cute Girl

Dave C cracked his knuckles as "I Love College" ended. Where did he go wrong? He reflected on the day's events as "Resin" began its run.

Jen A laughed at Wilbur's ultra-complex explanation of how Dreamweaver actually works. It wasn't complicated, but Jen is . . . young. Dave C offered her a simpler approach. Miss Jen greatly appreciated the help and gave her lazy cheerleader smile to the multi-instrumentalist.

The bell rang while Nick and Dylan were still enjoying the overplayed Line Rider. They lagged behind the pack. Dave and Jen walked out of class together, talking about ska music. Turns out Jen is the daughter of former Pennywise bassist Jason Thirsk. The dialogue began getting hot when they arrived at the first floor.

"So. . . you like punk ska I guess, right?"

"Yeah. I like Goldfinger a lot," Jen responded.

"Cool. 'Superman' is awesome."

"Yeah."

"Yeah I'm going to Goldfinger concert soon. I think the tickets are only ten."

"Where is it?" Jen quickly replied. She was overdoing it, surely.

"I think Wellmont. You should go." He knew she'd be down for the show. Or at least. . .

"Sure. Well, talk to ya later, Dave. Chem time!"

"Cool."

All he could think about was Jen for a while. It was weird. She wasn't dashing or particularly intriguing. How the hell was she Thirsk's daughter? Liar! Ha, cheerleading. Whatever, Nick's love interest cheers I think . . . ha, love interest. Kid needs help. Jen though, she's definitely chill. She's okay.

The final bell rang. Woo. Dave met up with his bro Angelo L and they walked out of school devoid of hesitation, as if there wasn't a massive Human Physiology test tomorrow. He saw Jen and a few other tiny fems standing near the park. Dave casually guided his comrade toward Jen's direction, and Jen recognized the scruffy-haired chillmonger immediately. She greeted him in an odd, affectionate voice that bred awkwardness. He responded a little bit more informally, throwing her name at the end of his reply. Five seconds passed and the two restless men walked home, both muttering goodbyes.

It was ridiculous. He did nothing wrong. He was dreaming up problems between a pair that was hardly together. Were they friends? Almost. They had months to build their impending romantic relationship. The weed took full effect a few minutes later; the problem of the day was truly never a problem, but now it didn't even exist.