Status: [updated 12/07/14]
The Brat Pack
Dork
Brian isn't sure what he's doing here.
Here, as in, sitting on one of the many carpeted staircases leading to the second floor of Stubbie's house. The place is huge. The layout reminds Brian of one of his sister's dollhouses.
Couples pass by him on their way to the bedrooms. He has a plastic cup full of beer he pretends to drink whenever someone spots him.
A brunette being led by a buff football player stares down at Brian as they pass.
"Didn't you read the sign?" she snaps. "No nerds allowed!"
Brian nods his head, using the wall to stand. "Right, sure. I will definitely go look at that. Thanks."
He shoves his free hand in his pocket and makes his way downstairs. The place is pulsing. Brian checks his watch. 9:15. He and his friend Liam made a bet on when they think the cops will show up. Liam said 10:30. Brian said 11.
Brian notices kids pushing into the backyard, spilling drinks everywhere. He shoves through a group of kids standing in the entrance to the kitchen and heads through the large double doors.
Outside is a mess. Someone threw toilet paper into the trees lining the back of the property. Trash is lying everywhere, and not just the kind you throw out, either; kids have passed out on the grass near the fence. Brian watches as someone hooks the hose into the sprinkler, setting it off near them. A few wake up screaming.
The pool is packed with kids swimming and splashing around, some lying out on pool floaties. Brian notices Stubbie and two other guys emptying bottles of dish soap into the water, mixing it with their arms.
Brian turns around to go back inside when he finds himself face-to-face with Curtis Malfis.
"Brian, my pal!" Curtis claps him on the shoulder. "I didn't know you were here!"
Brian feels his cheeks redden. "Uh, yeah. I just stopped by. Listen, Curtis, about what happened at lunch the other day-"
"Oh, don't mention it, buddy! What'cha drinking? Need a refill?"
"Uh, no. No, that's okay. Really. I – oh!" Brian glances at his watch and smacks his forehead. "Well, look at the time! I didn't realize it was so late!"
Brian steps to the left. Curtis steps in front of him, arms crossed. "Going somewhere?"
"Yeah, yeah. I have to go, ya know, study." He swallows the lump in his throat. "For my, uh, Physics test on Monday!"
Brian steps to the right. Curtis, again, steps in front of him. "You calling me stupid?"
Brian frowns. "What? N-no. Of course not!"
"You sure? Because it sounds like you're calling me stupid. Sorry we can't all be nerds and take smart classes like you, Brian."
Curtis starts forward. Brian takes a few steps back, throwing his hands up.
"Woah, woah. Curtis, man, listen, I know you're not stupid."
Curtis grins. Brian looks down. He's at the edge of the pool now. A crowd watches. Shit.
"No, but you sure are."
Curtis throws his arms straight forward and shoves Brian into the pool. His cup of beer goes flying. Soapy water fills his mouth and nose, burning his eyes. He resurfaces, splashing around, coughing. His blonde hair hangs down in his eyes, covering his vision. He hears loud laughter.
Somewhere next to him, someone shouts, "Dork!"
Here, as in, sitting on one of the many carpeted staircases leading to the second floor of Stubbie's house. The place is huge. The layout reminds Brian of one of his sister's dollhouses.
Couples pass by him on their way to the bedrooms. He has a plastic cup full of beer he pretends to drink whenever someone spots him.
A brunette being led by a buff football player stares down at Brian as they pass.
"Didn't you read the sign?" she snaps. "No nerds allowed!"
Brian nods his head, using the wall to stand. "Right, sure. I will definitely go look at that. Thanks."
He shoves his free hand in his pocket and makes his way downstairs. The place is pulsing. Brian checks his watch. 9:15. He and his friend Liam made a bet on when they think the cops will show up. Liam said 10:30. Brian said 11.
Brian notices kids pushing into the backyard, spilling drinks everywhere. He shoves through a group of kids standing in the entrance to the kitchen and heads through the large double doors.
Outside is a mess. Someone threw toilet paper into the trees lining the back of the property. Trash is lying everywhere, and not just the kind you throw out, either; kids have passed out on the grass near the fence. Brian watches as someone hooks the hose into the sprinkler, setting it off near them. A few wake up screaming.
The pool is packed with kids swimming and splashing around, some lying out on pool floaties. Brian notices Stubbie and two other guys emptying bottles of dish soap into the water, mixing it with their arms.
Brian turns around to go back inside when he finds himself face-to-face with Curtis Malfis.
"Brian, my pal!" Curtis claps him on the shoulder. "I didn't know you were here!"
Brian feels his cheeks redden. "Uh, yeah. I just stopped by. Listen, Curtis, about what happened at lunch the other day-"
"Oh, don't mention it, buddy! What'cha drinking? Need a refill?"
"Uh, no. No, that's okay. Really. I – oh!" Brian glances at his watch and smacks his forehead. "Well, look at the time! I didn't realize it was so late!"
Brian steps to the left. Curtis steps in front of him, arms crossed. "Going somewhere?"
"Yeah, yeah. I have to go, ya know, study." He swallows the lump in his throat. "For my, uh, Physics test on Monday!"
Brian steps to the right. Curtis, again, steps in front of him. "You calling me stupid?"
Brian frowns. "What? N-no. Of course not!"
"You sure? Because it sounds like you're calling me stupid. Sorry we can't all be nerds and take smart classes like you, Brian."
Curtis starts forward. Brian takes a few steps back, throwing his hands up.
"Woah, woah. Curtis, man, listen, I know you're not stupid."
Curtis grins. Brian looks down. He's at the edge of the pool now. A crowd watches. Shit.
"No, but you sure are."
Curtis throws his arms straight forward and shoves Brian into the pool. His cup of beer goes flying. Soapy water fills his mouth and nose, burning his eyes. He resurfaces, splashing around, coughing. His blonde hair hangs down in his eyes, covering his vision. He hears loud laughter.
Somewhere next to him, someone shouts, "Dork!"