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Lauren was a little player in a game of hearts and I don’t mean the card game. After school, on Friday, she forced the girls to go to a teen club with her to hang out with some cute seventeen year olds. That was Lauren. (By the way, even to get into a teen club, you still need some form of I.D. just so no Pedifiles masquerade as a seventeen year old and get in. Usually, you would just bring your high school I.D. and obviously yourself.) Anyhow, because this was a teen club and no alcohol unless somebody smuggled it in, instead there was fruit smoothies, virgin margaritas, plain soda, and the oh so popular Jell-O shots at the bar.

The girls had gotten all ready at Lauren’s house wearing their mini skirts and skin tight Abercrombie shirts putting on their Covergirl makeup just so guys definitely knew that they were indeed available. They left at around eight. Now, that Lauren is free from the entanglements of Rob, it was time for her to have some real fun. “Tonight is going to be so fun!” Lauren had said with enthusiasm while in the car. It was her father’s car from after he graduated college which then her older brother drove. It at this point had dried bird’s droppings on the top of the roof and the black leather interior of the car seats had wrinkles everywhere and was even torn in some areas. It was clear that this car was made in the 80s. Now, as it is the year 2032, that car is a compacted cube at some junkyard. Anyway, Lauren’s older brother was their chauffer. She had paid him a twenty for the night. He would get another ten if he took them home alive in one piece.

Nellie looked at Lauren and replied with as little as an ounce of enthusiasm and with instead, a touch of sarcasm. “Sure, it’s going to be totally flipping awesome!” This is the girl who would rather go shopping then to a teen club. Dance parties are sweet. Apparently, Nellie was in a sour mood. She had every right to be, though. You’d get that way too, if you just got dumped by your gay boyfriend less then eight days ago.

Candice and Haley stared out the windows into the dark nothingness that is the sky and the bright twinkling lights that are stars. Being both mesmerized by the lights that shined in their pretty little eyes, Nellie was about to say but contained herself, “You both are getting sleepy, very sleepy,” to Candice and Haley but she thought she would just come off as stupid. However, that didn’t stop her a minute later. “You’re getting sleepy, very, very sleepy!!” Nellie calmly said to them and as they turned toward her they both yelled, “Oh, shut up,” at the same time. It was a memorable moment.

Lauren’s brother parked his car in the parking-lot right outside the club’s doors. Lauren shouted, “Guys, we’re here!.” Like they couldn’t just have look out the window to see they made it to their destination, they needed Lauren’s voice to bellow it, too. The four of them all got out of the car and walked inside. Lauren’s brother speeded out of the parking lot and was probably headed to a real party with beer and marijuana or was just going home and watching YouTubevideos online.

The club was called Shampoo and it made you wondered if it has a sister club called Conditioner. I wondered if you went in, you’re hair would actually get cleaned. There are some clubs that blow out foam or bubbles like those certain Raves. However, this was just a plain run of the mill club. The place was huge, though, which was an understatement. It seemed like the size of an old warehouse that has been renovated into a hip fresh teen club. Lights were flickering multi-colors. Music was ringing in ears. People dancing, people at the bar, people chatting at the red couches near the bar; it was what you saw on T.V. except not as glamorous. Because Shampoo was a teen club, other then the non-alcoholic beverages at the bar, there were tables of food. Candice and Haley darted there first. Nellie wandered off into oblivion and Lauren went straight to the dance floor where a bunch of other pubescent kids with acne were dancing the night away. Poor, timid geeks stood right against the walls just like in 16 Candles. Ironically, I Wanna Dance with Somebody, by Whitney Houston was playing. DJ D-Red was, I guess you call it, DJ-ing.

Lauren was having a blast, dancing, grinding, like her usual self at dances, with the guys (plural) on the dance floor. Haley and Candice talked while drinking Shirley Temples. They were having a deep conversation about why they can’t seem to find a guy who seemed normal and stayed that way. They mentioned how guys always act normal when you first meet them but then they turn into those over-protected, paranoid crazies. It was then, a guy came up to Candice and Haley. He was only, though, interested in one of them.

He stared at Candice’s boobs. So typical and disgusting. He smiled and faced Candice.“Hi, the voices in my head told me to come over and talk to you. So are you free tonight or will it cost me?” He chuckled. This guy was in a button-down collar striped shirt and jeans with holes in them. He was very prep except for his buzz hair cut that made you wonder if he went to the Texas Military Academy for a summer.

Candice replied. “Oh please. Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to use pick-up lines in front of girls because you just sound like a desperate pathetic boy who will just get a slap in the face and depending on the girl, a kick right below the belt.”

He blinked. “Sorry, my name is Lucas. Might I ask what’s yours?” He put his hand out as if to shake hands with Candice like a gentlemen. I’m guessing that was the only thing he learned at the Academy: to pretend to be a gentlemen.

She gave him a dead fish. You know when you put your hand out but you don’t shake it; you just let the other person do all the work. “Candice. Luke, didn’t you see me talking to my friend here, Haley?” Candice nodded her head over to Haley.

“Sorry, I must be going blind, because your beauty is all that I see.” He smirked.

Candice rolled her eyes. Even this guy was too cheesy for her and she likes cheese. “Give me a break.” Candice took another sip of her Shirley Temple.

Lucas answered back picking up some bad southern accent. “Gosh, I’m sorry. Jeez, you sure do like to play hard to get. But, I can work with that. I like to play hard. You should see me in bed.” He smiled. “I’m no Fred Flintstone, but I’m sure I can make your Bedrock.” His dad must have wasted a lot of money sending him to the Academy and the result of it was this.

Haley sighed. She was getting bored with this guy who was ignoring her. “Candice, you wanna go somewhere else. You know, far away from this sleaze-droid?”

Lucas looked at Haley. “Mind your own business, bitch.”

“Excuse me? No little skeeze is going to treat my friend like dirt!” Candice got up from her chair. “Let’s go, Hales.”

“No problem.” Haley sneered at Lucas.

Candice and Haley met up with Lauren who was too busy dancing with a guy; she didn’t even acknowledge them. They decidedly walked back to their old chairs and sat back down. Lucas was nowhere to be found.

“By the way, Candice, before that hussy, where ever he went, interrupted us about what we were talking about earlier, why do you think that is? Are all boys just loco?” Haley asked.

“I don’t know.” Candice was looking around for Nellie but Nell was still stuck in oblivion and so, Candice couldn’t find her anywhere. She probably would have had more success if she got out of her seat, but whatever.

“Okay, well, if another guy comes up to you with a gay pick up line you should just teach him sign language.”

Candice wasn’t paying attention. She was still on her mission to find Nellie without actually getting up and looking around through the random people. “Huh?”

“Just give them the middle finger.”

Candice gave up and turned to face Haley. “Too bad that won’t work on all of them. Can you believe he just flat out ignored you. Has he ever heard the Spice Girls song, ‘If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends…?’”

Haley frowned. “Candice, seriously, you're gorgeous. Anyone sitting next to you seems invisible to most if not all boys that aren’t gay.” She sighed and started biting her nails.

“Hales, that’s not true. You don’t realize how beautiful you are.” Candice stared at Haley chewing her cuticles. "You mind stopping that?"

Haley dropped her hand and frowned. “Sorry...You know, maybe on the inside I'm beautiful, but my outside needs an extreme makeover. You have random guys coming up to you for your phone number. What do I have? Richard Whitman, Chess Club President, asking me what the homework was in Chemistry AP. Face it, I should just cover myself with books because most guys just think I am a book worm. That annoying worm inside their apple they want to eat.”

“Stop being pessimistic. One day your prince charming will come on a white horse and kiss you on the lips. You will wake up and then live happily ever after with Mr. Prince Charming and then you'd hang with the seven dwarfs on the weekends.”

Haley laughed. “To bad I live in reality and not Disney’s book of Fairytales. Well at least I’m not as bad off as some people who spend their lives playing video-games and magic cards where they start thinking they really are magicians or Harry Potter. And, with their other acne face, overweight, pizza-lubber-head friends everyday after the Science Fiction Club ends. Of course, one of them will probably be my future husband so...

Candice rolled her eyes. "Nooo, I see you marrying a doctor."

"What'd be wrong with him?"

"Why would there be something wrong with him?" Candice paused. "In fact, I'd bet he'd look like Dr. McDreamy."

"Patrick Dempsey? Doubt that. Maybe, more like T.R. Night."

Candice squinted her eyes. "The gay one?"

"Exactly."

Candice laughed. "No, that'd be Nellie.

Haley smiled. "You're so horrible..." Haley trailed off. "Thanks, Candice. Don’t know what I do with out you. Guys would be at a lost.”

Candice rolled her eyes again. “Yeah, sure, okay. On a serious note, cheer up a bit. You need to enjoy life because you never know when your time is up. You saw that play, Our Town, last year in English. You don’t want to die to find out you never really lived and you and the rest of the dead sit still, matter of fact, no emotion, like statues for the rest of eternity. You wanna party it up in heaven with all the gold pillars and Jesus.”

“For the billionth time, I’m JEWISH. Do you not know me at all?” Haley was quickly getting agitated.

“You’re Haley Peterson and you’re half Jewish, if I recall. Don’t you sort of believe that Jesus was more than just some Jewish boy?--Well, let me tell you the answer: it doesn’t matter because…” Candice trailed off. “You know what; lets dance for real this time. I mean it. Get your ass out of that seat.” Candice shot out of her chair and then started pulling Haley’s arm to signal get up. Reluctantly, Haley got out of her metallic red chair and they sprinted to the dance floor. Candice made them have a good time. What you should have at a teen club when you are a teen, anyway.

While the two of them were finally enjoying themselves, Nellie was being very flirtatious with a guy. She was in the middle of the dance floor without realizing Lauren was just a couple of bodies away. Lauren was still busy grinding with one of the guys she was dancing with earlier. Nellie was being pushed around by all the guys who couldn’t move but acted like they were extras on Stomp the Yard or Step Up. She and the guy agreed to go somewhere quieter, however, they couldn’t find a spot that was lit by a light fixture. So, they practically talked to each other without even seeing what each other looked like, yet. Not knowing who the hell you’re talking to is a very bad idea. Nellie can agree with that after what happened next. This mysterious man was hitting on her with ridonculous pick-up lines and unlike Candice; Nellie was buying into them and blushing. She really did by a whole lot of crap whether or not she used her Daddy’s credit cards. Mysterious man seemed to be into her and to her, he sounded cute. That’s the only description she could give of him before she saw his face. Maybe, it’s just me, but I think it would be completely awkward if you are talking to a guy you can’t see. For all she knew, he could have been a complete creepster and wanted to film her in his adaptation of Girls Gone Wild: Underage and Horny. Anyway, it gets even better. Finally, as one of those lights on the ceilings flickered on right below where they were, Nellie got a closer inspection at the guy’s face. He looked familiar, possibly because…

Mysterious man was her cousin. A distance cousin but it doesn’t change the fact his dad is Nellie’s dad’s brother.

“Oh my God, ANDREW!? What the f- are you doing here in New Jersey?” Nellie screamed. She couldn’t believe her eyes and what they were seeing. Andrew Alexander lives in Washington without the D.C. His initials are AAA, which is funny to me because I think of the Triple A. Andrew Alan Alexander, what an awesome name. Mine sucks to me. I mean, it’s JMB. There’s nothing special about it.

Andrew’s face got all contorted as he realized who he had been hitting on that whole time. “Nellie? Oh God, did I just-did I just hit on you? I think I’m going-no wait-I am going to be sick.” He backed up and doubled checked to make sure it was indeed his cousin and not some random girl who thought he was another Andrew that never called her back after the supposedly wonderful date the month before or knocked her up and ran for the hills. Nellie’s high pitch voice screaming at the top of her lungs as well confirmed it. It was indeed his fifteen year old cousin.

“What the hell are you doing here? She asked and still grossed out by what she just encountered. To think, how close she was to kissing him. This is the kind of thing she wanted to erase from her memory in the future. However, even after twenty six years after this moment occurred there is no way of permanently erasing bad memories…unless you try hypnosis. If you do, though, all you’re really achieving is losing some Benjamins from your wallet and without remembering that you had lost them.

Andrew frowned. “You mean in New Jersey, well, my dad wanted to see his brother about some issues dealing with our grandfather.” He looked down, I guess, in embarrassment.

Nellie turned the switch on and got all serious. “Is Pop-pop okay?” She sounded worry. She loved her grandpa. He would tell her all his crazy stories about fighting the Cold War, the war in Korea and the soldiers who lit a cigarette and the next minute be blown up into a million itty bitty pieces because they were standing around flammable gas or stepped on a booby trap.

Andrew looked Nellie in the eyes. He put his hands in his pockets. “As of right now. Grandpa is still in the hospital. Before, he had a nasty fall and hurt his back. He bruised up like a banana, so we are just waiting to see when he gets his full health back. My dad thought you guys should know.”

“So you guys made a personal appearance?”

“Not my choice of ideas, but my dad, stubborn, wouldn’t listen to me. He wanted to see his younger brother, too. It has been about two Thanksgivings ago since I last saw you. We haven’t been able to come to them because my mom wanted to make the big dinner for her side of the family. And anyway, Dad will probably talk with Uncle Josh tomorrow on the whole issue at your house. Plus, grandpa is here in New Jersey and we all wanted, well, my parents for the most part, wanted to make sure he is okay.”

“Thanks for the family update. I wonder if the other eight offspring of our grandpa are coming to see him, too?”

“Probably. They'll all get around to it eventually.”

“Um, you still, though, haven’t told me why you are here.”

“I just did.” He said while wondering why they did meet each other at a Teen club that’s a Gay club every other day of the week.

“No, I mean here, at the club.” At this point, the music was so loud, they were both screaming at each other. They doubtless would have even if there wasn’t any music playing at all in the background.

“Oh, Frank, Tina, and Miles are at the hotel playing Wii that they brought with them. I really didn’t feel like losing again to my ten year old brother, Frank, again in virtual tennis. Hold on, why should I have to justify my reason for being here for you? I’m seventeen. I’m bored and this was the only place that seemed worth going to. This town you live in is kind of a drag.”

“I agree, Bedford can put you to sleep easily on a count there is nothing here except for the mall, this club, and a few restaurants…oh, and a broken-down bowling alley.” Nellie laughed. “So are your days of trying to get into a real club over? The bouncer at Teddy’s finally cut you last fake ID in half?”

“If you must know.” He muffled. “Yes. The fag saw right through mine and my friends IDs. That is, except for my female friend, Sharon, who told the bouncer it was her twenty first birthday the day before, so he let her in. When we all said it was our 21st birthday the day before; that is was just a coincidence and we were going to celebrate it with a few drinks, it sounded so sketchy the bouncer just laughed at us and told all of us to go home. We left with our Ids in shreds except for Sharon who got trashed without us. That was last Friday and it was my last fake ID and now I’m completely broke. Five hundred dollars for five fake Ids was the worst investment of my life." Andrew took a deep breath. "What about you?”

“I’m here with my friends. They’re somewhere around here. So, five hundred bucks?”

“Yep. Regret, forget, and move on; which is also what I will be doing again because of this.”

A minute passed and it became awkward as they hadn’t spoke since sixty seconds ago. Nellie decided to say good-bye and told Andrew she was going to find her friends. She walked away and found instantly Haley and Candice dancing, but not really looking like they were having an awesome time. Their smiles looked plastered on.

“Hey.” Nellie bellowed and waved.

Haley turned to face Nellie. “Hey back.”

“I want cake. Are you guys in the mood for cake? I’m starving and with all the calorie burning I’m doing, I deserve some cake.” Candice said and went over to the table where there was slices of vanilla and chocolate cake. As well, as red velvet and carrot cake (for all those playboy bunnies.) Haley and Nellie followed her. Candice and Haley both took two slices of chocolate cake with the mountain of chocolate frosting and sat down at a round table with this time, silver metallic chairs. Nellie watched them gulf down the slices. Never leave Candice and Haley alone in your house; they’ll eat your fridge.

After those two ate the last morsel of their slice, Nellie told them what had previously occurred. “You’re never going to believe who I just met before I saw you guys.” Nellie started. Candice and Haley stared at Nellie as if to have some direction if they were suppose to guess or wait for Nellie to tell them.

Candice decided to guess. “Teddy Geiger? Channing Tatum?”

“No, not even close. No one famous.” Nellie reassured them.

“Who?” Haley asked having no more patience this night to guess, unlike Candice.

“Andrew!! He was hitting on me before we could really see our faces clear enough to recognize each other. Being that it was so dark, I could barely see me.”

Candice’s light bulb went on. Her eyes widen. “Wait, Andrew? Your cousin!?”

“YES!!” Nellie screamed.

Haley was shocked and calmly she said, “Ah, that’s so disgusting. You’re related to him. Do you want incest or something?”

“God, it’s not like we knew who we were talking to at the spilt second at that moment.”

Changing the subject, Candice smiled. “Let me get you a slice of cake.”

Lauren, who was still having the most fun out of all the girls, finally slowed down a bit as she started to feel the affects of tiredness. You know; breathing heavily, sweat on your forehead, lack of energy. So what do you do? If you’re Lauren, you begin having a conversation with a good-looking guy. This good-looking guy coincidently was a senior at her high school. He was there with his friends, too. Already they had things in common.

Enter Gregory Hahn into the picture (that’s to represent Lauren’s life.) His nickname is Greg, clearly. Of course, some of his “gangsta” friends (who looked more like Vanilla Ice than 50 Cent) sometimes called him G-man, however, no one else. He is also six feet five inches tall. In other words a monster. He’s the kind of monster that could easily crush the bones in your arm. Which, words of advice kids, just give your lunch money to those kinds of boys. It’s better to be broke then to have a broken arm or those infamous black eyes. What works is the fact Lauren is five foot eleven. So in her eyes, he’s not a monster. He’s just a mini-giant-like Hagrid with better hair and everything else appearance wise.

Greg was also a B. Balla (basketball player) on the school’s number one in the country’s varsity basketball team. They were undefeated, unstoppable, and who wouldn’t be when you had monsters as players. Especially, when they weren’t Elmo or the Cookie Monster. Though, one of them did look like Big-Bird with his yellow mop of hair. Somebody could have flipped him over and used him as a turbo mop to clean their kitchen floor. On the other hand, Greg has dirty blonde hair, so he must have already cleaned the bathroom floor earlier. He’s also very muscular. However, not ‘roid scary, just very built. Like, he hadn’t turned green when he got angry, which concluded that he hadn’t used those drugs, yet. Some people would think he was on the juice just because he went to the weight room everyday and ate power bars and protein shakes every meal (on the days he didn’t eat fast food.) But, that shouldn’t make him a steroid user. People can be so judgmental. They need to just get over it. These people live with their noses in other people’s lives, like, paparazzi. You don’t want to turn out like them. Crazy lunatics who hit their cars into celebrities like Lindsay Lohan just to get a picture of her crotch again. Normal kids should want to be the President of the U.S.A. or…Canada. Anyway, Lauren took interest and for the whole rest of the night Lauren danced with him. Apparently, Lauren didn’t feel the affects of tiredness after all.

Finished their cake slices, Candice, Nellie, and Haley were all sick from sitting; so they decided to stop being poopers and go dance again. The techno version of SexyBack by Justin Timberlake was playing. DJ D-Red was grooving to the beat. He should have gotten fired for grooving. So, I suppose, Justin thought we needed to bring back sexy. I don’t think we did, I mean, when did sexy leave? I could have sworn slutty girls in mini skirts were doing a fine job of keeping sexy in place…or was that skanky? Well, I guess we should be thankful of Justin, bringing it back from wherever it was.

Lucas was out of sight, out of mind, the way types like him should be: non existent. Maybe then there could actually be hope for world peace and humanity. Who knows, we wouldn’t be all condemned to hell anymore. Andrew, Nellie’s cousin, was sitting on a red couch near the bar between two blonde girls. He did say he was here to have a good time. He must have scored the lotto with those two. They’re probably the types of girls who end up on the cover of Playboy or OD on drugs. One will most likely be like another Anna Nicole Smith. I am only making assumptions here. I don’t know what will actually happen to them that far into their lives and I particularly don’t care.

After one more hour of dancing and partying like it was 1999 in 2006; Haley realized it was twelve, midnight, and past her curfew. She was suppose to be home by 11:30 every night on the weekends. If she didn’t come home in the next second, in fairytale terms, she’d be turned into a pumpkin. She scrambled to get everyone but, Lauren was being impossible to leave. She was having way to much fun with this guy, Greg. That whole mess took twenty minutes with the addition of waiting for Lauren’s brother to show up. Haley was screwed.