A
girl I know works at this
place called
Muscle Beach Lemonade (which is
Hotdog on a Stick but with funkier
colors) at a
mall. Some
friends and I wanted to go see
Scary Movie somewhere, so I looked it up in the
paper and figured I'd go to the mall at which my friend works. We ended up going to the wrong mall--
Mission Valley, when the mall we were supposed to go to was
Fashion Valley. Too bad we didn't
realize this soon enough. When we pulled up, we saw that the
movie times were different from what we'd read, but we didn't realize we were in the
wrong mall.
To
kill time, we walked around. I saw this
popcorn stand that had colors like Hotdog on a Stick, and so I, for a few seconds, thought that maybe that was where my friend worked (I had never visited her before). After realizing it was a popcorn stand, we moved on and wasted more time. On my
hunt for this Muscle Beach Lemonade, I realized that the mall was literally only about the size of an
auditorium + a
back stage. I went to the back stage, through a small
hall, and almost went out a
door that would've dropped me a good
twenty feet, so I started walking back. We all realized we were in the wrong mall. We went back to my
house, but not the house I currently live in, the house I was
raised in (I never have
dreams that take place in my
current house).
Friends of mine were already
eating
sausage pizza there, except the sausages on the pizza were as
big as
meatballs in
spaghetti. I ate a
piece of this
greasy-
ass pizza with the
smallest sausages, and after a few
minutes, everyone disappeared, and my friend
Danielle appeared. She's
short, with
brown,
super-
curly hair, and brown
eyes, and
dresses like a
punk on
acid, but she's
cute. It was
raining all of a sudden, so we went
inside. We were in my room, and decided to see movie again. It was that
hour of day where the
sky is a
deep,
dark blue, but not
black.
Danielle got a
paper and we began looking at show times for the right mall, Fashion Valley. Is was raining, and for some reason Danielle had gotten
wet, and was
scared. I gave her my brown
jacket and asked what was up. I put on an
unbuttoned Hawaiian type
shirt over my
white t-shirt, and began thinking about which jacket I would wear, because it
was pretty cold. She said there were
weird people in my
bathroom. I opened the bathroom door, and didn't see
anyone. She told me to
check again, which I did. The people were inbetween the bathroom door and the
wall, so I opened the door all the way, partially
crushing the
guys. I went back into my room, waiting for
something to happen.
One of the guys
disappeared. The remaining man,
stubbly,
greasy, with
curly hair threatened me, saying he'd
slap me with his
belt. I
thought about saying "no, only
Dad can do that", and since I don't live with my Dad anymore, I figured this guy'd be
screwed. I ended up saying to him, "I don't think so," with lots of
attitude. The guy didn't
expect this
reaction, so he promptly turned into
wax and
melted away. The room got
twice as
big. We went
downstairs, on our way out to see a movie. It was
daytime again.
As we were walking out the house, telling my
Mom our
plans and when we'd be back, we saw the same guy I'd just
transformed into wax, but this time he was
familiar, and
friendly, not an
intruder. He asked us which movie we wanted to see, and I said Scary Movie, and, for some reason, this other movie invovling
military airplanes. Since the guy was apparently a
Marine, or some sort of
military person, he
invited himself to come, so long as we planned on seeing the movie with the airplanes. At this point, Danielle turned into my
girlfriend Liz, wearing a bright blue top and black pants. She told the man that it was
alright for him to come. While we were walking I
whispered to Liz, "Why the
hell'd you do that?!" She
smiled and said, "Obviously, we're going to see Scary Movie."