I wait for him, standing by the door.
He says he’ll be ready in a second, but
it’s longer than a second, obviously.
He always says a second, but that’s
impossible, can’t do anything in a
second, except break a heart, which is
what he did. Not mine, I wouldn’t let him,
but this other girl he was seeing before.
Diane, perfect Diane. He broke her heart
and she cried for a week. I saw her red,
puffy eyes when I passed her on my way
to work. I mean, I looked in her window,
yeah, but just casually looked, saw her tears.
I didn’t stare too long. I was worried about
her, worried about how she was doing.
I didn’t have any plans to get with him. It
just happened. We both work at the same
restaurant in town. She used to be happy,
Diane. She let a stupid boy do that to her,
ruin her summer, make her all depressed.
She told him she loved him. I read it in her
diary when I was checking up on her,
I snuck into her room to really make sure
she’d recover from the heartbreak. She wrote
she loved him and he said he loved her but
obviously he hadn’t meant it or why would
they break up? I’ll never let him do that to
me: break my heart. I’ll kill him first. I’m
serious. I know how to dispose of a body
and I won’t get caught. I’m going to bury his
body in a grave in the cemetery. They dig
graves all the time over there. There’s a
nursing home nearby where everyone’s
always dying. I’ll put his body in a grave
that’s been dug and no one will ever know.
Okay, whoah. I have the craziest thoughts
when I’m waiting. Did I just think of killing
him? Ha ha! That’s so funny. It’s just, I hate
waiting. Seriously, this is ridiculous. I climb
the big oak tree in the front yard to find out
what he’s doing. He’s in front of his mirror
combing his hair, over and over again. Jesus.
What a diva. Combing his black hair. Slicking
it back. Adding more and more product to it.
He puts on more axe body spray. God, will
I even be able to breathe? He is kind of cute
though, I’d hate to kill him. Hey, pretty boy,
you ready yet? He cocks his head, unsure of
where the voice is coming from. C’mon,
pretty boy, let’s go. Let’s go party. It’s Saturday
night. Let’s go, pretty boy. Let’s take a walk in
the cemetery. It’s so romantic there, pretty boy!