DDR Milestone Edition
“Two years,” I said.
“Yeah, two years!” she said. “Give it up for two years!” She was on the couch and staring at her phone. Every now and then she would blow a short burst of air out of her nose. With one leg propped up and the other tucked under her, a generous observer would describe her posture as “creative.”
“Do you know what I’m talking about?” I asked.
“Uhhhhhhhh… didn’t you like, start a project or something?”
I looked over her shoulder. There was a video of a kitten licking an ice cube. I felt myself getting distracted. The video changed to a person decorating a cake. God, that app was cigarettes. I shook myself out of it.
“Yeah, I guess,” I said.
“Is it done yet?” she asked.
“No, not yet.” I sat down next to her and laid my head on her shoulder. She put her phone on the table.
“Sorry about that,” she said. “I should really delete that.”
“There’s that word again,” I said. “Should.”
“Ugh, you’re right,” she said. To her credit, she picked her phone up and deleted the app.
“I’m probably gonna redownload it,” she said. “People keep sending me links on that awful thing.” She sent a hand gently to my waist and wiggled her fingers until I lifted away from the back of the couch. When I leaned back into the cushion, her arm was holding me.
“Vices be like,” I said.
“True,” she said. “So what’s this about two years?”
“Ah. It’s not really a big deal,” I said.
“Ugh now I feel like I have to know,” she said. I felt her other hand on my leg and saw that she was walking her fingers along it. Upon closer inspection, I saw that she was moonwalking her fingers on my leg.
“Someone wants to go dance,” I said.
“DDR isn’t dancing,” she said.
“Someone wants to go to DDR,” I said.
“That’s more like it. Now will you tell me what this two years thing is?”
“I can tell you on the way, I guess.”
At the Insanity Complex
100 Skate Park Dr