Peter takes a smoke break.
PETER: I spent Saturday night in Mebla's bed, a little drunk, a little high. We listened to her favorite music, a bunch of bands I'd never heard of. She just turned twenty, like two months ago. Fuck. Like I said, I knew she was younger but still, to now know exactly, it's...I dunno. It means I'm eight years older that her. Is that a big deal? Maybe. I mean, chicks date older dues all the time, right. It's like a normal thing. I think my Grandpa was like ten years older than my Grandma and I know they got married right when she got out of High school, so, yeah. Anyway...I still feel weird about it. We didn't do it. We made out a lot. She's got, like, three roommates. They live in this old house on the east side. It's kind of rundown but, you know, it's totally the kind of place that a bunch of twenty year-olds live. What's funny is that she totally called me. I went into the shop on Friday in the middle of the afternoon. The place was dead and she was the only one behind the counter. She was standing there texting on her new phone. I knew it was new because I said, "Hey, nice phone." And then she said, "Thanks. It's new." And then I says, "So, you want my number or what?" You know, kind of half joking kind of serious. And she says, "Yeah." So I give it to her and then she calls me right there and says, "Cool. Now you have my number, Pete." She calls me Pete. I promised that I wouldn't drunk dial her and she starts laughing. Then a bunch of people came in so I had to order my drink and things got busy. We didn't really have a chance to talk more after that but I wanted to. I had gone down there to see her and maybe ask her for dinner or something but it didn't work out like that. She gave me a wink and a smile as I left and that was that. So anyways, I'm sitting on the couch Saturday afternoon, watching football and I get this call. It's her. I answer and right off the bat she says, "wanna go to party tonight?" I said, "who is this?" like I'm all freaked out and she's all. "Oh my God, I'm sorry. Is this Peter?" I start laughing and let her off the hook and she thought it was funny. So, yeah. I go to pick her up around nine thirty and she invites me in. We hang on her couch. I meet her roommates. Another girl, cute, blond and artsy with all these tats and kinda chubby, named Jan. And then this dude named Kenny, tall and skinny and gay I think. You know, it's cool. So yeah, it's still kind of early for the party so we have a few beers and Jan asks is anyone wants to smoke and I'm thinking Camels so I say "yeah" all excited and then she busts out with this water pipe and some weed and I was like oh shit. Cool. I mean. I'd smoked a couple of times but not a lot. You know, I was kind of jock in High School and after that I had to stay clean cause I was driving delivery to put myself through school. So yeah, We got high, like Cheech and Chong. So yeah, I'm all hazy and making jokes with Melba and her roomies and before I know it's been like two hours. Jan and Kenny get up and say it's time for the party and I'm like cool and then I notice that Melba's holding my hand. And then she tells them. "You guys go ahead. We'll catch up." So they take off. And we're alone. And we make out. Then she takes me upstairs and plays dj with her iPod. I never had a night like that. I mean hey, I've met plenty of girls and gone back to their place but never nothing like this. I felt like a movie to me. This girl. This girl Melba, she's cool.