What was it with all these amazing freshman girls? Rosco couldn't help but notice. Only he didn't want to date one. They were just babies. He couldn't do something like that. It would just be wrong.
He was thinking it as he was leaving the school. All those smiles. What was worse was the one, Monica who had those Miley Cyrus lips. He didn't want to dare admit he liked Miley Cyrus' lips. Suddenly, he remembered how his brother used to rub it in how he only watched Lizzie McGuire for one thing. But really it was the sister from Even Stevens that he had his first major TV crush on. And no one looked like her, so therefore, none of them were worth the effort to even approach. And he wouldn't. They were just freshman girls. Although, they were quite fresh.
He was being nice to the Miley Cyrus one earlier that day. He'd helped her find a class, and now she was asking some silly question about band. He just had to get away from her. Finally, he managed himself out of the building on a gray day. Maybe it was smog, but really around here in the midwest that wasn't' something everyone thought about.
Rosco briskly went to look for his car in the parking lot. On the way, he noticed Emily cleaning something off her butt. Someone had hit her with a red slushy. He'd heard someone say something sleazy to her, "You fucking cunt!"
"What did you do now?" He didn't really want to be too close. There might be more stuff coming her way from cars passing by. "Come over here," He motioned for her to stay away from the curb.
"Apparently, I broke up Andy and Rachel," she looked really cross. "I wouldn't do something like that, you know."
"I know." He believed her.
"God, this sucks."
They walked to his car, and he handed her some fast food napkins he had so she could clean up.
She carefully laid down the napkins on the seat so she could sit on them before she got in.
"So how's it going with the blind guy?" He thought he should ask.
"He has a name, you know."
"Is he your boyfriend?"
Rosco was kind of hoping she'd say he was.
She bursted into tears then. "I don't know what I'm doing! Anymore!" She choked.
"Well, I'm not your boyfriend, so why should I care." Rosco said, although the pit of his stomach made him feel that it might be a lie he just said as it groaned.
"I know, but you are my friend," she looked at him. "Aren't you?"
Rosco really wasn't sure about that either as he started his car. They drove to her house in silence. He parked in the drive way. She didn't budge.
"Can you do something for me?" She stared out the window just looking at the yard.
"Like what, open the door for you?"
She just sat there.
"What?" God, he needed to go home, eat, change, go to work. He never ate at school nor pooped there either. It was his rule. And he really needed to do both of those things when he got home.
"Can you-" She stopped with a sigh.
"I don't know what you want." This was so damn aggravating. Why did she have to be this way? "Spit it out." Cause he really wanted to poop then eat.
"Would you go to a motel with me."
"What?" Now he was staring out into space. "Shit. What is going on with you, Em?"
"I need your help, and I think you could help."
"Oh really? Like we never got to have break-up sex? Is it some kind of closure for you?"
"Stop it. It doesn't have anything to do with sex. I just want your help."
"All right." He really wasn't agreeing to anything. He just wanted her out of the car.
"OK. Go. Just go." Rosco's stomach grumbled.
She got out of the car then, and he looked down at the pink stained napkins.