by Jillian Dodd
The problem tonight is that the boys aren’t motivated to go home and change.
And, personally, I have no desire to go anywhere. I love hanging out with them.
Our backs are against the windshield, and we are staring at the brilliant stars. It’s a clear, warm summer night, and you can see millions of them.
Oh. In case there are any men out there freaking out about Phillip’s paint job, please note that we are sitting on a blanket to protect it.
Phillip loves his car.
It’s a very nice car, although, I forget what kind it is. But since it’s blue, I really don’t care. I mean if you are going to go to the trouble of having a car, shouldn’t it be red?
Red cars are so sexy. I am so hoping for a red one soon. I really want a red Mustang convertible, but I’m sure I will get something boring and reliable, like a four door something-or-other.
I keep hinting to my parents about a car. I turned sixteen three whole months ago.
They say they have taken it under advisement.
I’m pretty sure that means no.
We are just sitting here, spitting seeds and chatting occasionally.
That’s one of the things I love about hanging out with boys.
They don’t feel the need to fill every second with words and talk.
Like my girlfriends.
Sometimes they talk so much it makes my head hurt.
Speaking of girlfriends, it’s Friday night.
Girls’ night.
I’m truly breaking a cardinal rule by not being out with them. I’m pretty sure it’s written in our town’s laws that Friday night is girlfriend night, and Saturday night is date night. Kind of like in Footloose, where there is a stupid town law against dancing.
You know what my favorite part of that movie is?
Well, duh, it’s definitely not the dancing. I love her red cowboy boots. I mean, I know I sort of live in the country, but I don’t own even one pair of cowboy boots. Someday, I’m going to buy myself a pair of red ones, just like the ones in the movie.
Hey, they could match my red car!
Sorry. Where was I?
Oh yeah.
I sort of had to lie to Katie and Lisa about what I was doing tonight. I couldn’t really tell them I was just hanging out with the boys. They would’ve given me a hard time. Besides, they were going to a party some Park boys invited them to, and I thought that could only lead to trouble. And since I’m lobbying so hard for a car, I have to be responsible. I have been very responsible lately and have not gotten grounded in four months.
Which is like a record for me.
And I’m really quite proud of this accomplishment.
Besides, even though it’s supposed to be girlfriend night, all they want to do is go out and look for boys. Or talk about them. Why can’t it be friend night, and why do girls think they can only be friends with other girls?
The only time one of my friends has any interest in being a boy’s friend is when she has her sights set on him as a boyfriend. First, she pretends to want to be his friend so he will notice her. And sometimes they even do become friends, but once she accomplishes that, she will try to make him her boyfriend.
I don’t get it.
Danny finally breaks the silence. “So you’re missing girls’ night out, huh, Jay?”
“What exactly do you guys do, anyway?” Phillip asks.
“Usually drive around town and look for cute boys,” I reply.
Danny wonders, “Then how come when we drive around looking for you, a lot of times we can’t find you? It’s like you’re nowhere to be found.”
“Well, sometimes we go to other towns and shop for imports.” I grin.
“Imports?” Phillip questions, as he spits a seed.
“Yeah, that’s what Lisa and Katie are doing tonight. Going to the party in Park. They’re not happy with the current supply of boys here, so they’re shopping for imports. Get it?”
“You know, I’ve heard them say that before, but I always thought you guys were looking at, like, BMWs,” Phillip says, shaking his head.
“You would,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Girls are goofy,” Danny states. “And I thought Katie was dating Neil.”
I shrug. I have no answer for that. Cuz she is. But she was seriously crushing on the cute third baseman from Park City, so she was hoping sparks might fly at the party tonight. And then Neil will probably be history. Which is too bad. Neil is a sweetheart.
“So, let me get this straight,” Phillip says wisely. “On Saturday night you go out with your boyfriend, and on Friday night you go out and look for your new boyfriend.”
“That pretty much sums it up,” I say. “Or try to see what your current boyfriend is up to. You never know. He could be out with another girl. Speaking of that, Danny, did you tell Tiffany you would be hanging with me tonight?”
He shakes his head no.
“I didn’t think so. But I understand because that’s the thing with girls: you could tell her you’re gonna hang out with me, and it would turn into one big jealous mess. Phillip, your girlfriends always get mad at you about that. It’s just easier not to tell them. They tend to be so dramatic. I mean, either they are crazy in love, or terribly jealous, or got dumped, or can’t get the guy they like to notice them. And God forbid, if he finally does notice then and they get together and have a one night stand, and then he doesn’t call and they feel even worse.”
I don’t say it because this is top secret girl knowledge, but this happened to Lisa recently. This older guy she had been crushing on forever talked and flirted and kissed her at a party, then offered to take her home. I tried to tell her not to go with him, but she didn’t listen. And, of course, they went parking, and she was a little drunk, and, uh, well, things happened. One night stand kinds of things. Losing her virginity kind of things. Then he never called. She has been beating herself up about it for weeks. So I’m hoping she will meet a nice, cute boy in Park City to restore her faith in men.
“Whoa,” Phillip says, suddenly very interested in what I’m saying, “go back to the one night stand part.”
“Yeah,” says Danny. “Who’s having one night stands, and why aren’t they having them with Mac and me?”
I can’t help but laugh at Danny on that one, because, well, I guess he’s not a one night stand kind of guy. He’s more the guy that you date for a week, fall in love with, have sex with, and three weeks later, it’s probably over. And somehow it’s okay with you, because you had three glorious weeks with him. And you would do it all over again.
Typically, girls hate guys like this. They feel used or taken advantage of. But not Danny’s girls. They all love him, even after he leaves them. Which leaves most of us wondering, how does he do it? I’m sure if we did an in-depth investigation into this phenomenon, we would find out it’s some kind of magic combination.
Killer Abs + Devil grin + Easygoing, aw-shucks attitude + Sparkle + Great arms + Amazing kisser + Star Quarterback + Dreamy blue eyes = Irresistible.
He is so cute.
“Jaaaay,” Danny says, interrupting my thoughts. “Hello? Pay attention. We are talking about one night stands.”
Shit. I can’t tell them about Lisa. So I, uh, make up something.
“Oh, uh, well, maybe not one night stands, actually. I mean sometimes there is sex involved, but usually it’s just that maybe there is an older guy that a girl crushes on, and he pays attention to her at a party and offers to take her home, but of course they end up parking, and she just does more with him than she planned, and then he never calls. Or even worse, he’s a total gentleman, and they just talk and kiss, and she thinks he’s the one, and then he never calls. All I am trying to say is that when I go out with the girls, we can’t just sit peacefully on the hood of a car, stare at the sky, and enjoy life. They are always stressing and obsessing about something. They dissect every conversation, every stare, every word.”
“You’re a girl, and you’re not li
ke that,” Phillip tells me. “Maybe you need some new friends.”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I think that they’re probably normal, and that I'm just weird.”
“Yeah, well we know that,” Danny teases and then pelts me in the face with a wet sunflower seed from his mouth. “But we love ya anyway, Jay.”
Go Westown Warriors!!
What a game!
What a close, exciting, exhilarating game!
Danny was amazing!
We were behind by a touchdown at half time, but ended up winning by six! And Danny won the game practically single-handedly! There were only two minutes left in the game when Coach called a quarterback sneak. Danny ran through the line, broke the huge linebacker’s tackle, and went running forty yards down the field. He was dodging tackles, dragging guys behind him, and twisting out of their arms. It was an amazing run, and we all thought he was going to score, until we saw the safety, barreling sideways across the field and ready to hit him at the five-yard line. Danny was not to be stopped though. He put his left arm out and his shoulder down and ran right over the guy and into the end zone.
Touchdown!
It was brilliant, really, and pure Danny. Sometimes I wonder if he’s not challenged enough, because when he really wants something, it’s like this light clicks on, and Wonder Boy comes out, and he goes into Can’t Be Stopped mode. In this mode, I have seen him make amazing plays. He’s a very talented quarterback and that would be a great play to put on his scout tape. Every college in the country would want him.
Okay, so I might be a bit biased, but a lot of colleges already do. Notre Dame, Nebraska, USC, Ohio State, and Oklahoma.
He verbally committed to play at Nebraska, but still has a couple more recruiting visits to make. I don’t think he’ll change his mind, though. He’s wanted to be a Husker since he was a little boy.
After the game, Danny, Phillip, and I come home early, as in way before curfew, to sit in the hot tub at my house. The boys stopped off at their houses to throw on their swimsuits. As I’m walking over to my house from Phillip’s, I realize there is noise coming from my back yard.
It’s music. 80s hair band ballads, I think.
Tragic.
Then I hear a man and a woman’s laughter.
I stop.
Oh.
I see that it’s dark in the back yard, and I know my parents probably aren’t expecting me home this early. I mean, it is a full hour and thirty-eight minutes before my curfew, and I am never early. I probably shouldn’t just barge in on them. I wouldn’t want them to barge in on me, but of course they would. And I am adult enough to understand that parents, you know, but it is just something I refuse to think about.
I mean, yuck.
Gross.
I reconsider going back there. I certainly don’t want to barge in on them and see something that could very well scar me for life. As I get a little closer, I realize that there are numerous voices laughing.
Whew, they’re not alone. I’ll just kick them all out of the back yard, so we can use the hot tub.
It’s late, they’re old, and it’s, like, so way past their bedtime.
Okay, so it’s not that late, and they’re not that old.
I decide it’s safe to go through the gate and am just opening it, when I catch a whiff of something. At first, I wonder if they have a fire going, but then I notice it has a sweet smell to it, like burning hay.
No way!
What I see when I bound through the gate is almost too freakish to describe. Our parents are all in our hot tub.
Naked.
There are empty Corona bottles scattered all over the edge of the hot tub.
Glass bottles, I might add.
Glass!
How many millions of times have I been told to never have glass by the hot tub because if a glass broke in the tub, you could never get it all out, and the whole thing would be ruined!
Obviously, these rules don’t apply to our parents.
Then I notice that Phillip’s dad, Mr. Mac, is taking a hit off a joint.
Ah. There it is.
They are all laughing at something and are apparently already half-baked. I’m practically standing in the water with them, and they still have not acknowledged my presence.
Hello?
Naked parents.
Pot.
Alcohol.
I may very well be traumatized by all of this.
Somebody wanna call a shrink?
Just as I am about to say something, Mr. Diamond stands up to grab another beer.
Yikes.
I close my eyes real quick. There’s no way I need to see this man naked. I don’t want to see him naked. But I peek anyway, cuz come on, he looks like Danny—All Grown Up. I open my eyes and see him standing there in all his glory.
In a swimsuit.
Dang!
I look a little closer and realize they are not naked after all. I can see some stringy things tied around Mom’s neck.
But still. Pot. They are so busted.
I jump onto the hot tub stairs and say, “So kids, this is what goes on when I’m not here. You are all so grounded.”
Mom chokes on her Corona. Phillip’s dad nearly swallows the joint. Everyone else, my father included, is giggling. My father laughs often, yes, but never giggles. They seem to think this is hysterical.
Okay, so I have to tell you, this is not exactly the picture I had in my mind of what my parents do to while away the time until I get home. I mean, sometimes I picture them sitting in matching rocking chairs, rocking and pacing, checking their watches with worry, counting down the seconds until I’m home safely.
Lately though, I picture them as wild referees with stopwatches and big whistles.
Last Saturday, I was coming in the door very quietly, not sneaking in, mind you, but just trying to be polite and not disturb them, when it’s like this huge prison spotlight comes glaring on me, and Dad jumps out of nowhere. He blows a referee’s whistle at me and a scoreboard buzzer goes off as he says, “Jadyn, you are twelve and half minutes late.”
“According to whom?” I ask politely. “My watch,” which I may have set back ten minutes or so, “says I’m right on time.”
“According to NASA, that’s who,” Dad says, pointing to the GPS, satellite-tracking watch thingy he has.
Anyway, it’s just that I don’t really picture them having a life without me. I mean, I know they get together with friends to watch movies or play cards. I can picture them chatting or killing time watching Storm Stories.
But certainly not smoking and boozing it up in my hot tub.
Okay, so it’s not really mine. I just like to think that it is.
Dad laughs and asks why I am home so early. “Fight with Brian?”
“No, Dad. It’s Friday night. Friend night, remember?”
“Oh, I do!” says Phillip’s mom, Julie. “I used to love girlfriend night. We would always go out and look for cute boys.”
I shake my head and figure I better say something quick, or we’ll all be launched on a full-scale trip down memory lane.
So I change the subject by saying, “I hope someone is going to tell me that you’re all suffering from glaucoma.”
The parents chuckle at this and apparently are not the least bit embarrassed about being caught by me with a joint. I can tell you that if the tables were turned, I’d be in big trouble.
And excuse me, but isn’t this illegal?
“The boys and I came home early, so we could sit in the hot tub.” I turn to look at Danny’s parents and say, “You know, your son took quite a beating out there tonight and is really sore.” I’m trying to make them feel guilty. “But I guess since it’s obviously occupied, we’ll just hang over at Danny’s.”
“What are you guys gonna do?” Dad asks me, more politely than normal.
I pause and think, what the hell, and then grab three Coronas and a lime from the cooler. Bold, I know, but what are they gonna do, stop me?
“Well, Dad, we’ll probably start with these beers, have a few shots, do a little x, have some wild sex. You know, the usual.” I give him a shit eating grin.
“Fine,” Dad says, rolling his eyes at me.
Everyone laughs. Um, well actually, everyone giggles.
What? You think I’m joking?
Sadly, I am. I am also a little irritated by this whole scene. I mean don’t you ever grow up? Shouldn’t I be the one out getting stoned and drunk with my friends?
Sadly, my parents’ social life far surpasses mine.
That thought is very pathetic and totally tragic.
I start to head to Danny’s, but turn back around and say, “And tomorrow, when you’re all sober,” I wave one of my fingers back and forth at them, while trying not to drop the beers, “I think we need to revisit the whole Just Say No concept.”
I run over to Danny’s house and bang on the back door with my elbow.
Phillip lets me in. Phillip and Danny are both standing there in just their swim trunks.
Damn.
It’s like walking into an Abercrombie ad. Did I mention I love my life right now?
“We’re just grabbing some towels,” Phillip tells me.
I set the Coronas and lime on the kitchen island.
“Sweet,” says Phillip. “My parents left me a note that said they were over at your house. What’s going on over there?”
“Oh nothing much. They’re all in the hot tub. Naked, drunk, and baked,” I reply flatly.
“No way!” says Phillip, his eyes big.
“Okay, so they’re not naked, but at first I thought they were.” I smile, but the boys don’t seem as appalled by our parents’ behavior as I am, so I open the beers and grab a knife out of the drawer. I slice lime wedges, put one in each beer, and hand them to the boys.
“So, no hot tub?” Danny asks crabbily, as he takes a swig of beer. “Figures.”
“Let’s watch a movie then,” Phillip suggests, as he pulls a sweatshirt over his head. He turns to me with a sweet grin. “And you can make us some popcorn and nachos.”