On a train in Minnesota. I boarded it two hours before with no goal in sight. I simply liked the act of traveling. I stared out the window and saw the forests, the rivers, and even the trees dead from bushfires. We had passed through a town that seemed dusty and old and forgotten. I didn’t pay much attention to that.
Two rows ahead of me was a girl with bright pink hair. She was wearing a sweater with stickers on it and had a backpack with all sorts of pins. At the next stop, she suddenly stood up and took a seat next to me. “What’s your name?” She asked all sorts of prissy. I caught a glimpse of all of her freckles and her angular jaw. Rather a pretty girl.
“Thomas.” I said. “Yours?”
“Alicia. I’m crazy.” She said, laughing maniacally.
“You don’t look it. Besides, I don’t really mind. Maybe that’s crazy. Maybe I’m crazy too.”
“Oooh, we match then.” She said.
“What do you do for fun?”
She giggled and drew back. Something was kind of off with her but I didn’t mind. You know, that gut feeling you get? It was here that I learned when someone says their crazy, they’re probably just fucking crazy. “Well I like gardening, horses, horse riding, hiking, painting, drawing, swimming, going to the lake, cooking, cleaning—you know, simple stuff. I’ve also been in two mental hospitals.”
“I’ve been in three.”
“Then I guess we’re alike. What do you have?”
“What?”
“You know, you’re disorder?”
“Oh. I don’t know, but I know I got something.”
“Then you’re doctor never told you. They do that sometimes, you know. That’s why I don’t trust them. Like, I said I was suicidal and instead of help I just got put in my second hospital.”
“Well, why were you like that?”
“Are you crazy? Look around.”
“So, it’s the world?”
“It’s everything!”
“Yeah, I get that. I’ve been traveling for two years now actually. Never plan on returning home.”
“Why?”
“It’s just not for me. I don’t fit in and the more I think about it I don’t think I fit in anywhere. Nowhere’s the place for me.”
“That’s how I feel. My parents won’t even allow me home.”
“Seriously? All mine wants me to do is come home. My dad doesn’t care, though.”
“It started after I dropped out of college. I wasted all of their money and now they just have this hate boner for me. It’s ridiculous.”
“I’ve never been in college and don’t plan too. My days were spent selling weed.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
“Well, do you have any?”
I laughed. “Sure, but we can’t smoke at this time.”
“Are you kidding? We’ll just go into the bathroom and close the door. No one’ll notice. Now, let’s smoke!”
Oh my God, I thought. This crazy lady was going to get me in so much trouble. But what was trouble? I seemed to always be in it and at odds with the world. So what exactly was the point? What was the point in not doing anything?
“Fine.” I said, “Let’s go.”
We walked down the row and entered the bathroom. It was cramped with the two of us in there, obviously only meant for one. Alicia sat on the toilet and I stood by the sink, rolling a blunt. I had tobacco papers on me so that would do the trick. I just put about a gram in there and licked the thing shut. I opened the window and lit it. And for some reason, Alicia just couldn’t stop giggling.
“Lemme take the first hit.”
“Alright, fine.”
I passed it to her and she took a long draw. Then she exhaled little O’s out the window. It was a marvel to see. I took two drags and passed it back. It hit rather strong and came on fast. Before I knew it, things were looking blurry.
“You know, I should really call my family. I just don’t wanna do it.”
“That sucks. At least you even have a family.”
“Oh right, your’s doesn’t talk to you.”
“Right. Because I wasted a hundred grand. Just a bunch of fucking narcissists.”
We finished the blunt quickly and I threw it out the window. And just as I was about the open the door, she suddenly blocked my way. “Wait a god damn second.” She said.
“What?”
“You haven’t kissed me.”
“You want a kiss?”
“Yes.”
I kissed her and she moved down, unbuttoning my jeans. My dick popped out and she wrapped her lips around it. She gave it a good lick and then took her jeans off. She was wearing red-striped underwear. “Fuck me.” She said.
“Okay.”
I stuck it inside and thrusted her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around me and then I was just kinda holding her up while I fucked her. I put my lips on her and she stuck her tongue inside. Then she bit my lip and drew back.
The train whistle blew and she suddenly stood up. “Ooops.” She said. “This is my stop. I gotta go.”
“Wait!” I said. But it was no use. She walked away. I was disappointed. I didn’t even get to come or get her phone number.
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