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twists and turns of fate
1 ReviewsElsa was a girl I met at camp who loved Mikey Way, so this is for her.
After the concert, Mikey decided to just go straight home. There wasn’t anything else he really needed to do…
… except maybe he could just pull into that diner over there for some coffee.
Mikey unskillfully switched lanes so he could turn left into the diner’s parking lot. After a lot of honking and jerking and angry shouts from other drivers, Mikey parked into a space and briskly walked into the small restaurant.
The bell on the door dinged as he opened it. The place was bright and well lit and warm and smelled good. Like any standard ‘50s diner, there was a bar in the middle and several booths throughout. Mikey walked to the bar and, feeling pleasant, decided to be social with the only other customer.
He couldn’t see the person that well from the back. It could be either gender, telling from the close-cropped brown hair, dark blue skinny jeans, and black hoodie.
So Mikey sat down a seat away from it. It turned around to face him.
It was the girl from the concert.
Mikey’s face showed obvious surprise because the girl giggled and said, “Hey. I didn’t expect to see anyone here.”
He couldn’t even react. “Hey….”
The girl smiled and turned away. A waitress walked up to her from behind the counter. “Here’s your banana cream pie, baby girl,” she said with a strong Jersey accent.
“Ooh, thanks,” the mystery girl replied. Her voice had no accent, and it was soft. She dug into her slice of pie.
Mikey ordered some coffee. When it came, the girl was only halfway through her pie.
She swallowed. “I’m Elsa,” she said looking straight ahead.
“I’m Mikey.”
She nodded, as if the information was very complex and needed to be absorbed. “Cool. So. You like Radiohead.”
Mikey felt awkward. Of course, that was normal. He felt awkward about 95% of the time interacting with people. But this girl was just peculiar.
“Yeah. They’re one of my favorite bands.”
Elsa nodded again, smiling. “You have a Jersey accent.”
“What?!” He was pretty sure it wasn’t that noticeable.
She nodded gravely. “I can hear it. Hmm. Most high schools there are having prom tonight. But strangely enough, you’re not… you’re here, sitting next to me.”
It was certainly a strange twist of fate.
… except maybe he could just pull into that diner over there for some coffee.
Mikey unskillfully switched lanes so he could turn left into the diner’s parking lot. After a lot of honking and jerking and angry shouts from other drivers, Mikey parked into a space and briskly walked into the small restaurant.
The bell on the door dinged as he opened it. The place was bright and well lit and warm and smelled good. Like any standard ‘50s diner, there was a bar in the middle and several booths throughout. Mikey walked to the bar and, feeling pleasant, decided to be social with the only other customer.
He couldn’t see the person that well from the back. It could be either gender, telling from the close-cropped brown hair, dark blue skinny jeans, and black hoodie.
So Mikey sat down a seat away from it. It turned around to face him.
It was the girl from the concert.
Mikey’s face showed obvious surprise because the girl giggled and said, “Hey. I didn’t expect to see anyone here.”
He couldn’t even react. “Hey….”
The girl smiled and turned away. A waitress walked up to her from behind the counter. “Here’s your banana cream pie, baby girl,” she said with a strong Jersey accent.
“Ooh, thanks,” the mystery girl replied. Her voice had no accent, and it was soft. She dug into her slice of pie.
Mikey ordered some coffee. When it came, the girl was only halfway through her pie.
She swallowed. “I’m Elsa,” she said looking straight ahead.
“I’m Mikey.”
She nodded, as if the information was very complex and needed to be absorbed. “Cool. So. You like Radiohead.”
Mikey felt awkward. Of course, that was normal. He felt awkward about 95% of the time interacting with people. But this girl was just peculiar.
“Yeah. They’re one of my favorite bands.”
Elsa nodded again, smiling. “You have a Jersey accent.”
“What?!” He was pretty sure it wasn’t that noticeable.
She nodded gravely. “I can hear it. Hmm. Most high schools there are having prom tonight. But strangely enough, you’re not… you’re here, sitting next to me.”
It was certainly a strange twist of fate.
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