Xanadu

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Xanaduby Nicole LarsonGameStop closed at eight, and by the time Miles closed the store down and locked up it was eight thirty. By eight forty, he had been home, changed his clothes, and picked me up at my apartment. He drove as fast as caution would allow—heedless of the speed limit, and the thankfully oblivious cop that had been sitting at the light on Doyle street. By eight fifty, we were pulling into the parking lot of the Safeway by Dave’s place, and speeding into the building. Miles’ usual hunter-gatherer shopping style was in full display as he stalked down the chip aisle, grabbing bags of Doritos and six or seven two-liter bottles of Mountain Dew. At five to nine, we were back in the car, headed for Dave’s place.Please let Kate be there, I had been saying to myself all afternoon. Please let Kate be there. I do not want to spend the entire evening listening to those dorks talk about dwarves and elves and dragons.Nine o’clock, and here we were, another Friday night hiking through Dave’s apartment complex, loaded down with Mountain Dew and Doritos. Miles walked in front of me, walking a step and a half faster than me because first, his legs are freakishly long, and second because the anticipation of D Kate always wore black. Kate’s sort of a nerd too, but more of a goth nerd. She’s into The Cure and Type-O Negative, horror novels, and her DVD collections of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel. She and Dave had been going out for the better part of a year now, and didn’t show any sign of stopping any time soon.”Jesus, get a room,” said Cody, watching us hugging each other with a lazy gleam in his eye that told me he was picturing one or both of us naked.Kate gave him the finger and took me by the hand, leading me away from the D&D-athon. “If you need us, we’ll be in the bedroom!” Kate said, meaning the bedroom she and Dave shared. They lived together in this apartment, and their relationship was going a lot better than mine and Miles’ was.”Take lots of pictures!” Cody called after us.”Fuck you Cody!” she said in the same tone.And before I knew it, I was in the bedroom and Kate bahis siteleri was closing the door behind us. The decor was an interesting blend of goth nerdery and sci-fi dorkery. For every leering gargoyle model, there was a menacing Darth Vader. For every Tim Burton movie poster, there was an anime movie poster. For all the dead roses in vases, there were plenty of little action figures. But all told, the scheme worked. The room was neat and organized. The bed was a black frame with blood-red bedclothes, and Kate had lit a couple of candles, giving it an intense dark mood. She’d even lit a stick of Nag Champa, which was smoldering away nicely on the bookshelf, a delicate tendril of smoke curling around the Stephen King and Clive Barker paperbacks.”Want some wine?” she asked. I nodded, and she turned to the dresser, and poured me a glass of red wine out of an already opened bottle. Kate’s still nineteen, just like me, and all the other people in this apartment, but her brother works at a liquor store by campus, and brings her bottles of wine as long as she promises not to get all loaded and go driving, and not to tell their mom about it. She handed me the glass and I sipped at it cautiously. “Good, right?” she said, nodding. I nodded along, although I wouldn’t know a good wine from a bad one.”I got a really crappy movie we can watch while the guys are out there,” she said, waving a red Netflix envelope in the air.”What?” I asked.”It’s called Xanadu.””How do you know it’s crappy?””It’s widely agreed to be one of the worst movies ever made,” she said, turning to flip on the television. “Perfect for making fun of while drinking wine and being ignored by our boyfriends.”I laughed at this, but felt a tiny sting inside.She put the movie on, and we settled in to watch it. She sat down on the bed, and motioned for me to sit next to her. Since there was nowhere else in the bedroom to sit, I did.The movie was as crappy as advertised. Olivia Newton John running around in roller skates to ridiculously dated disco music. We lost interest half an hour into the movie and started gossiping canlı bahis siteleri instead.Every now and then, we would hear things from the other room like an angry, “Bullshit!” followed by an incomprehensible, “Sorry, Randy, you missed your saving throw!”We talked about people we knew from school, who were still in town. The lame-os like us who never left town for college. People like us who would be stuck here for the rest of our lives, working shit jobs because we were too afraid to go into the outside world. Maybe too afraid to leave the comfort and security of our families, maybe just incurably lame.The movie went into a huge dance number, a bunch of people on roller skates dancing around to this crazy song, and Olivia Newton-John belting “It’s Xanaduuuu” at the top of her lungs, and Kate and I were momentarily entranced. “Do you think she’s pretty?” Kate asked, meaning Olivia, who was running around in a grey puffy pantsuit complete with sparkly halter-top.It was hard to separate Olivia from her character, who was whiny and annoying, but it was easy to see that she was an attractive woman. That radiant smile and that feathered blond hair.”Yeah,” I said, “she’s pretty.””I think she’s gorgeous,” Kate said, and although I didn’t say it out loud, I agreed with her.We drank more wine, and gossiped some more. The gossip ran out after a while and we sat drinking our wine and watching the awful-ness that is “Xanadu.” At the end, Olivia and her androgynous love interest share a kiss, which was fine. The credits rolled and a few seconds into them, Kate sighed and said, “I wish Dave kissed me like that anymore.”It took a moment to register what she’d said. “What do you mean?” I asked. “He’s not the most romantic guy, you know,” she said.”Huh.” Here I had always thought her and Dave’s relationship was the strongest out of any of our group of friends. They were always laughing with each other, always hosting parties. She hesitated briefly before she said, “Do I sound like an old lady if I say that my needs aren’t getting met?”I laughed at this. “No, you sound like someone whose canlı bahis needs aren’t getting met.”She got up to turn off the DVD and poured herself more wine. She gestured to me with the bottle, silently asking if I wanted some more. I stood up and held my glass out, and she poured more of the wine into it. “It’s not that I don’t love him,” she said, after sipping at her wine. “He’s just not, you know…” she pointed to her crotch, “DOING it for me, if you know what I mean.”I nodded in complete understanding. “Miles hasn’t made me come in weeks,” I added, totally without meaning to. The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. I clapped a hand over my mouth in embarrassment.Kate laughed loud. “Must be the wine talking,” she teased.I sighed dramatically. “If only it weren’t true,” I said.”Don’t you ever…” she waved her hand over her crotch, mimicking masturbation.”Oh, all the time,” I said, surprised that I’d actually said it. I don’t normally talk like this—to anyone. It’s not that I’m a prude, or think it will offend anyone, it’s just, you know, not their business. But since Kate had opened up to me, and we were already on our third glass of wine, it just came easier. “I even have a vibrator that I keep in the bedside table that…””…Wait,” she stopped me. “Miles thinks its a back massager!”We laughed aloud, and I almost spilled my wine, which made us laugh harder. After a tiny moment of hesitation, during which Kate gave me a funny, evaluative look, she moved to her own bedside table, opened it up, and took out her own back massager, which started us giggling again.The thing was enormous! The size and shape of a baseball bat, if half the length. The thing plugged into the wall! No batteries here! When I was able to talk again, I marveled at it’s size. “Well,” she explained. “If it’s too small, Dave will think it’s actually a vibrator!”And this started us going again. While she laughed, Kate leaned over and plugged the thing into the wall, and turned it on. The sound it made! It sounded like a chainsaw had started up in the room. Unable to hold my wine and continue laughing, I carefully set it down on the desk by the TV, and fell onto the bed, clutching my stomach and curling up into a fetal position. She mimicked using it on herself, and this kept me laughing until I was begging her to stop.

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