Waiting story

20 Bucks by: Danny Pozo
“Where the hell is she? She always freaking takes forever to get here.” Sorry for the profanity, but I’ve been waiting for my girl for the past 25 minutes to get to my house and she only lives 2 minutes away. Why do girls always take forever? Were they born that way? We’re going to the movies in Paramus; I heard Shutter Island was really good. Actually, while I wait let me go ask my sister for 20 bucks. I hear her upstairs blow drying her hair; she’s probably getting ready to go out any request I make shell probably just succumb to so I get out of her hair. I make my way up the stairs. I don’t know what it is about these stairs but they always make a loud creaking sound when you go up and down them. The sounds echo even louder because I’m a little nervous to ask my sister about the money. She has a tendency to get annoyed fast and yell. UHHH! I see her in her room in front of the mirror with the blow-dryer and brush in each hand. The blow-dryer is blowing full force I don’t know how she can hear anything; the radio is not going to help my cause either; she has it blasting way above the recommended volume.
“Let me get 20 bucks,” I demand her. “What?” ‘Let me get 20 bucks, I’m going to the movies and I don’t have any cash on me plus I don’t feel like going to the ATM.” “Look in my purse and only take 20!” “Where’s your purse?” I ask with a little smile on the inside now, yes she gave in! “I don’t know Danny, look downstairs.’ I go downstairs by the stairs, in the living room, dining room, kitchen and nothing. Now I have to go back up again, shit! “Its not downstairs.” “What?” All the freaking noise in her room is muting all of my words, how wouldn’t it be? Her fucking dryer is going Mach 4 on her hair right now. “It’s not downstairs!” “Look in my car then.” I make my way out to her car at least I already have my shoes on. Fuck! The doors locked. I don’t want to go upstairs again now I’m getting annoyed. Her dryer is off; all I can hear is the music. Fuck that I’m going to scream from down here. “Where are your keys?” I shout at the top of my lungs, thank god I’m over my sore throat. She actually hears me. She creeps out the door and tosses them down. I click the little unlock button go in her car and find her bright red purse. What’s up with girls and having crazy purses; anyways, nice 20 bucks. I lock the door behind me and leave the keys by the stairs I’m sure she’ll find them there. Alright movie time bitches! “Fuck, where’s my girl?????!!!!!”