Blinked at the ceiling for ages until pale light began to creep down the wall, thumbing through dated magazine’s she must have looked over hundreds of times. Paper hits the floor and she’s rubbed her eyes so hard they blackened stars into the corners of her vision, jolting herself back awake once her consciousness began to drift. Never possessed the discipline of staying up past twelve, without the aid of tv that was absent from her silent room. Quiet betrayed her wakefulness when she was told to turn off the radio, as not to disturb her mother and whoever was sharing her bed tonight. Usually Kay wouldn’t harbor so much resentment for it. But the fact that dinner gets prepared for strange men and not herself causes some ache, smothered her neglected feelings in another article of stale celebrity gossip.
The first of the few taps was drowned out from the static of the air conditioner. Just when Kay mused over the idea that Jasmine must have forgotten, or was caught sneaking out. Almost letting herself sleep when the louder of the taps caught her attention. Dropped the last of her magazines to the floor and quietly stepped over to the window, a muffled request behind the glass was made for silence. Picked her jacket off from her bed, standing still to listen before her fingers hooked under the edge of the window. “Hi!”
With great difficulty she manages to slide her torso and a leg out the window, attempting to turn halfway through the escape. Instead she lands on her side from the five foot drop, coupled by crunching grass and quiet giggling. Grabs onto Jasmine’s clothes for support when she rises, encouraging her jog with her away from the trailer. Excitement hurries her hushed words. “What’dya get a hold of this time? How’ya get it?”
Her friend’s fall rang some worry, a hissed chime of, “ Kay? You okay? ” before hearing the other girl’s laughing and doing so herself. “ You doofus! ” Doing her best to help Kay to her feet, she stared off with the goodies she earned and her friend in tow, being sure to remain silent, or as silent as they can be, as they hurried along the gravel and dirt road that slithered around the trailer park. Gravel faded to grass and made it all the easier to run without being heard, and as they delved into the more secluded woods Jasmine chattered,
“ Tequila, wine, and some cigars! I asked him for some those flavored cigars, but he just got the plain ones. Name was Jake. I think he’d be willing to do it again for me. All it took was a kiss this time! ”
She failed to mention what else he had done, rough and dirty hands that searched underneath her old Paul Frank tee-shirt, but the thought made her feel a little bad so she didn’t bring it up. Forget it, she told herself. And it was forgotten. The backpack on her back bumped and thumped, sloshing the drinks inside around but it wasn’t long before she found a good spot to stop at, pulling it off again and tossing it on the ground. So excited that she didn’t quiet the zipper that made a pronounced noise as she opened the bag and took the drinks and cigars out. Her parents would kill her if they knew she had this, knew she was out of bed, and with Kay of all people----- they might put on the front that they cared about the girl, but Jasmine knew the things they said and how she wasn’t supposed to be around her too much. It wasn’t even Kay’s fault, but her mom’s. But it was another bad thought Jasmine didn’t want to have. She held the tequila bottle up, giving it a shake, asking,
“ What do you want first? ”
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