Lia
Bring on the poison and the dagger.
Rodrigo "Rod" Martinez
Rod wished his stepfather hadn't thrown his stereo out the window the week before, after a fight where he'd refused to turn down the music he was listening to. He loved music. But it was obvious that he wasn't going to get his hands on a new stereo until he'd moved out of his mother's house and managed to buy one with his own money, so all he could do for now was play with Billy's stereo for a bit whenever he had the opportunity.
That afternoon, as Mickey and Billy were in the Browns' spacious kitchen trying to count the drinks that had been bought to the party, Rod was standing just ahead with the stereo remote, jumping from track to track on Pearl Jam's most recent CD, released in November of the previous year. He would listen to thirty or forty seconds of each record, moving his body to the beat of the song and singing along before moving on to the next track, waiting anxiously for the moment when one of his friends would yell at him to pick a fucking song at once and start helping with the party instead of standing there doing nothing. The entire house seemed to shake to the loud music.
"Quit arguing girls, you two are sissies." Rod yelled at his friends as he listened to their melodramatic conversation about how they would miss each other in the future. He didn't have any patience for that sort of thing at the moment. All he wanted was to enjoy the rest of the day without any worries about what his life would be like from now on, just for a change.
He especially didn't like Mickey's remark about the reasons why Chel wasn't asking Billy to marry her. Although Rod's face was as calm as ever, showing no hint of annoyance, he didn't want to think about his friend getting anywhere near the girl they both liked. Even more so now, when Rod could still feel her soft lips against his own and the sweet taste of the joint they had shared on his tongue.
Corduroy, Bugs, Satan's Bed. Rod kept going through the songs, a soft smile on his lips, which widened the moment Mickey asked him what he expected from that night. Why had everyone decided to ask him about the future that day? He hadn't been able to answer that question very well for Chel earlier, and he wasn't quite sure what to tell his friends either.
"Man, I don't have very high expectations for tonight. As long as I don't have to take any motherfuckers in an alcoholic coma to the hospital, I'll consider the party a success." He jested, although he was likely to be too wasted himself to take anyone anywhere. The music continued to play and he turned up the volume even more. I don't want to limp for them to walk, never would have known of me before. I don't want to be held in your debt, I'll pay it off in blood, let I be wed. I'm already cut up and half dead…
"Well, of course I'll also be happy if Billy's hot mommy decides to come back from Chicago early and end the party. I know she's usually chill, but man, do I get hard when she's mad." Rod said at last, with a dreamy sigh, an obscene gesture and a sneer in Billy's direction.
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