Men are the Worst Pets 3

Part 4.

"Sorry baby girl, it was out of pure fun." Vicky’s mother took enjoyment in it. "It was no big deal darling," Uncle Jeff added. He had been there to. Before Vicky had time to snap at him cousin Kenny stepped in the way.
"Come on Vic lets catch up on old times." He said while leading her to the back door. Everyone murmured ‘sorrys’ as they stood in the threshold.
"That was still cute, teen drama." Another far off uncle said.
"Yeah and her boy friend was Hot!" Vicky’s niece said. She was only what twelve? Jeremy was cute but why did they have to do this to her?

Vicky’s back tensed as she started to lash out. "Well, me an’ Vic gonna keep me friends company." Kenny rushed her out. His hand placed on her lower back. Right after he grabbed the handle someone yelled. "Better not keep them too much company and don’t forget Kenny’s blood this ain’t tenn-." Boom! Kenny slammed the door much like how Vicky would have.
"……." Neither of them said anything so Vicky followed Kenny to the garage. The silent grew even after Kenny closed the rusted metal door and introduced her to his friends. "That’s Jonas, Dave, Gordon, and Isaac. Oh and you probable remember Grey and Harry." With that the whole group of boys hooted. (Even Grey with his sadistic eyes.) "Would it disappoint you if I said No, I don’t remember them?" Vicky’s words somehow dissipated though the loud noise.

"Why, you don’t remember the last time? It was only a sum of eight years ago." The guys named harry (really Harrison.) grinned foolishly. She had hated that dimpled smile in sixth grade even though the high hormones ragging though my body. To be truthful, in sixth grade Vicky would have settled with any boy around her age, expect him.
"Yes, actually I do. A couple of freshmen boy picking on me, how could I forget?" Vicky let her bad mood rain on them. "Well, Vic that’s how young boys flirt." Kenny added respectfully. He was leaning over the small bar at the other side of the room. "…" Vicky with held her words again. "Stupid ones." He said. "Aweees comes on Kenny, you liked her too….. And now to I bet." Harrison crossed over close to Vicky. "Since we’re all adults here I can say this." He caressed his big soft hand near her head like he want so much to touch her. "I am not attracted to you in the lease." He kneeled before Vicky. Her leg itched so bad just to kick him right in-. "Well good thing I NEVER liked you at all. To be totally truthful I thought you were ugly." she cut off her own thoughts. "Plus I have a boy friend, right Kenny." she asked him without the slightest thought about that was implying. "You date your cousin-." Harrison talked right in her face shamelessly. He didn’t even seem hurt about her last comment.

"Yea, Vic’s boy friend; it was too bad you guys insisted on staying here, you could have the joined the gawking crowd." Kenny cut him off like you would a dunk on the highway.
"Vic’s boy friend was here?" Grey all of a sudden spoke. (Vicky had thought that was odd before but for some reason she had this respect for him.) "What you wanted a look? Too bad I bet he wasn’t gay." Harrison insulted him but Grey couldn’t care less. (She also thought that was weird too, how he didn’t let insults affect him. Really Grey was all round weird.) "You should invite him to Reggie’s Wedding. It’s coming up soon." Kenny said. "If she still has him." Harrison finally sulked away from Vicky back to the couches they were all on. "And we can meet him!" Grey smiled. "I wanna to know what type of guys Vic likes." Grey whisper so maybe she couldn’t hear him. She still did. The black haired guy named Jonas said. "Why you want to?" " ‘Cause she …." Grey stopped when he looked her way.
"Later." Grey mouthed.

"So, Vicky, right? What’s your boyfriends name by chance?" The burette Dave said a little shyly. "Jeremy." It surprised her that she spoke with no hesitation. "Taymor." He said with the same presences. "Yeah! How did you know?" It was like a little kid guessing game. "I went to high school with him." "Where?" "Stone ridge." Wait. Vicky thought. "I went there?" It sounded like a question. It was true.
"Oh, how cool. Too bad we didn’t run into each other." Dave smiled. It wasn’t overly happy or dimple infected. It was just a smile. (It was sort of mean how she judged guys by the smile they wore.) "That’s nice." Vicky said lamely. She didn’t comment him it was more of a ‘that’s a nice smile you have.’

"Hey we all (he meant guys.) Should hang out at the local bar. It’s just down the road a bit." The plain boyish looking guy Isaac said and got up. "I like it." Harry joined him. Now he looked irritated. "We’re adults now so they’ll let us." Gordon (the insanely quite one said.) "Is it within walking distance?" Isaac asked harry. "Why that matter?" Gordon spoke, again. "In case we all get stoned." Harry added of course. "Dave’s the designated driver." Isaac said pointing at Dave. (Man Isaac got annoying fast!) "I’m not going." Dave got closer to me as if to band the others away. "I’ll go; someone needs to watch these red neck boys." Kenny said bring his beer to the door. "Bye." Vicky whispered lightly in his ear as he passed her. He leaned over to kiss her gentle forehead. "Good luck." "We’ll talk later." He said with no goodbyes. "Hey one thing before we leave…" Harrison exclaimed while half way in the door and half way out. "Awe hell…" I sighed. I personally wanted to push him out. Why couldn’t he just leave?

"I’ll say this since no adult will, there better be no HANKY PANKY." Harrison said scolded Vicky and Dave. "Oh and Dave don’t only talk about her boy, dude, it’s just too weird." "Get." She shooed him away. "Just say’in." "I don’t care want you say or don’t." "Fine babe." He quickly shut the rust door before Vicky had time to yell her lungs out at him. (Gosh she couldn’t have girl manners here.)
"Soooo……" Vicky spoke in the dead air between them.
Part 5.
Suzy May: born in sep. 13, (7,) 1971.
(She didn’t put her real birth day people didn’t use social security number. Suzy May may have been raised by red necks but she was smarter.)

Virgo; likes lilacs, country music, cats and the colors green and bright blue.
Wants to be a writer or a counselor.
I really want a man that’s well rounded and knows what he wants from life. He should be talkative an address things head on. He should also like honesty and be open minded to my feeling as a person. I don’t want all of the attention all the time but I do want most of it. He would like nature and know how to hold his liquor. (I love to go to the bar sometimes, when I’m in the mood. It’s not like I live there.) He should defiantly NOT be forceful nor should he repress his emotions.
I’m a pretty simple person. I can adapt well to different environments and can understand people pretty well, I think.
(And that’s all she wrote. It was hard to explain herself. )

"There, that’s it." She sighed deeply letting the feeling of freedom invade her. She wrote with a power of ….. What was it? The power you have when you describe something you REALLY want. Well she wrote with that power when she was saying (or writing.) the type of man she wanted. Even though she looked up her zodiac sign and found the one that was compatible with hers, she still couldn’t help writing about him. At first she was writing the exact opposite of his and then it turned out it be a perfect match to his. ???

It was very hard because she didn’t care what type of guy she got. (As long as he was decently cute or hot or whatever.) It was going to be a onetime date and then she he would most likely ditch him. Why bother really? Too bad there wasn’t a site that had ‘one date heartbreak.’ Hey that’s catchy.
One date heart break. One date heart break. One date heart break.
Anyway she really didn’t care what she got so she summated the short Bio. With a big relaxed sigh she inhaled the air again. She couldn’t get enough of the pure pleasure it caused her and the weariness she felt. Without even turning out the night side lamp she fell into a deep sleep. She couldn’t wait to get her plan in progress.