The Idiocy of Life (GirlxGirl)

6. Boobs

Hi! So--I am 89% sure I have not posted this part ever yet...so this will be the first non-repost/copy!

I want to thank JfMaddie for everything, I was rereading the book and seeing comments..and I loved Maddie's. Especially since Maddie was the first to read a new chapter!

And also this chapter heavily mentions Bulimia, and there is no intention to romanticise it. Remember, if you are struggling with any eating disorder (or mental illness) there are hotlines and help out there!

Oh, and there are some female seductivity in it (not really sexual and no action...it's like a prank...you'll understand)

6. Boobs

Once we both got in, I realized how exhausted I was.

I also noticed how little gas we had.

I did a puny curse. "We're almost out of gas."

She shrugged and took out her phone.

"Wait!" I blurted. "Why can't you just call someone.? Like your family or friends?"

She scoffed and echoed, "Family? Friends? Yeah, no. I don't have family. And I don't have friends."

There was a cutting tone, a dark tone that was harsh and guarded.

I knew there was something behind her comment.

I wasn't going to push it.

"So...there's a gas station two miles up," she gestured down the road in the complete opposite direction of the Licking Bridge.

"And the train?"

"Uh, a good 9 miles beyond the gas station."

I glanced at the clock, 3:53 A.M. I had about 3 hours until my family awakes to find me gone. I had to be dead in 3 hours.

"But we don't have any money," I said, curtly.

"No, we don't" she confirmed, but a mischievous smirk grew on her face. "But we have boobs."

Again, I was sleep deprived and distraught, so I laughed.

"What?" she exclaimed. "Do you think I'm joking? Seriously, it's real simple. Just drive."

Skeptical, I drove out of the parking lot.

"So...we like woo them or something?" I asked, finally understanding her plan.

She nodded, "Yeah. Teen boys usually cover the midnight shifts at gas stations."

"If this entails having sex with them, I'm out," I blurted.

"Don't worry. You won't have to. But if you want...." she began.

And then I said it:

"I'm not into boys. Girls are more my type."

I couldn't believe what came out of my mouth. I couldn't believe what mutilated thoughts came together to say that aloud.

What did I just say?

Why did I just say that?

Dammnit. She's from some isolated state. What if she doesn't like lesbians? What if she kicks me out? What if-

"Me too," she said this calmly. She held her hands in front of her and examined her nail polish.

While she was trying to act calm, I saw a slight tremble in her outreached arm.

I was shocked. IHopefuly...wait...no just stunned. I would have never thought.

"You're gay?" I asked to clarify.