|Mux is a Moron (standard:humor, 3179 words)|
|Author: The man in the lead codpiece||Added: Sep 25 2000||Views/Reads: 2845/1425||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Mux was always a loser. Come and watch him screw up again.|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story night I silently find my bed. The dark closes in, and I feel okay. The blankets are warm, and the heater is humming some mechanical ditty from behind the door. It's far away now. Mux stands alone on the open plains of his mind. The sun rises quickly, and settles itself gently into the eastern sky. "Hello Mux," the wind says with a sigh. "GARG," I yawp with all the despair, and confusion I can muster. The cry echoes off the far away hills. "What's the matter?" the sweet wind is warm, and it sooths Mux to a point. "What is so wrong with me?" There is an answer, but I don't hear it. *** I grind my teeth a bit, and then realize that it is pointless, so I stop. "I just don't understand," I explain, "It's not like I am expecting anything back..." "I just don't feel comfortable accepting things from other people." Mina grabbed the check and headed for the counter. "But, but, but," I followed her, flailing my arms in a futile attempt to gain control, "I want to pay." "No!" "How about I pay for the check, and you pick up the tip." "I'm paying, Mux." she rolled her eyes. I grabbed my flannel off the back of my chair, and flung it onto my shoulders. "Ugh! Fine! Be that way..." "I will," she smiled. Her face lit the room in a golden light, and it was all I could do to keep from melting into a puddle of Mux upon the floor. She turned away and paid for their meal. I took a twenty out of my wallet, and I palmed it. As she finished paying, I opened the door. She walked past, and thanked me. I tried to slip the bill into her pocket to no avail. She squirmed, and twisted her body around. "I don't want your money," she said. Why does she have to be like that? What does she think, that I will expect something out of her? Why won't she tell me what she thinks... I want to know her better... "Mux." I started walking to her car. The night was cool. It would get colder, winter was coming. Her passenger door stuck, so I pulled hard. It opened with a pop. I sat down. She got in, started her car, and we began our journey to my house. "Someday I'm going to do something right, I'm sure of it, I just want to be there when it happens." "Stop bashing yourself, Mux." "Well, it's just that I'm such an easy target. What am I supposed to do anyway, say how perfect I am? I always screw everything up. I piss off my friends, I disappoint my family, and you hate me." "I don't hate you, I could never hate you" "You don't love me though." "I don't want to love anyone. I just don't want complications." "Ah." Oh well, at least dinner was good. Why do I always do this? I talk too much. I don't see how she can do it... not care, I mean. She knows I would do anything for her. The car came to a stop at my house, and I got out. "M'bye." "See ya." The bug zapper buzzed annoyingly by my head. I watched the car go. There was a loud pop as another insect met his fate. I skulked into the darkness until I found my door. The screen door clacked noisily as I entered my home. I grabbed a cookie from the cupboard and devoured it. "Night, dad," I said to the door of my father's room. I went into my own room, clicked on the light, and closed the door. I threw my clothes off. Ugh, I thought as I put on my sweat pants, what is so wrong with me? I climbed onto my bunk bed and stared at the ceiling about five inches from my nose. I pulled the chain to turn off my light. I pulled my blankets tighter to my body. I blinked. I blinked again, slowly. This time I didn't open my eyes. The air was moist, and the moon sparkled off the black streets. I stepped in a puddle, but I didn't notice. It must have just rained. Strange, I don't remember it raining. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car. I turned. The car was blue. A Chrystler. Mina laughed in the driver's seat at some unheard joke made by the passenger. I saw her eyes. They were like everything and nothing wrapped in a ribbon of brown-green. Her braces shone with the light of the stars. The passenger was Zeebo. He was saying something that I couldn't hear. The car passed and sped away. I walked alone along the street. I have to do something to get my mind off of Mina. She doesn't love me, I have to stop loving her. "I have something that will take your mind off her," said the man in black. "It's on the hill, just look for it." He chuckled to himself as he disappeared into the trees. I walked for a while until I found the hill. A pile of paper was laying in the wet grass. Upon closer examination, I found that they were all letters to Mina. The one on top was from me. But I couldn't read what it said. Why are all these sitting out in the rain. How is this supposed to take my mind off... "It's time to wake up now," my dad's voice. The lights flashed on. "It is too early," I groaned. I jumped off my bunk, stumbled into the closet door, corrected myself, and stormed into the bathroom. The door slammed behind me. The cold floor froze my feet. I threw my clothes to the floor, and stubbed my toe on the shower. I muttered obscenities as I began to turn the left knob. HOT! I reversed the rotation of the left knob, simultaneously turning up the right. AAAGH, COLD! I jumped out of the shower, and slipped on the linoleum. As I sat on the floor, and listened to the spraying shower mock me, I decided that today was going to be one of those days. I got up and turned the shower off. I adjusted the knobs and tested the temperature with my hand. I stepped in cautiously. Perfect. I hummed some annoying tune that for some reason was now stuck in my ear. When I finished my cleansing ritual, I dried off and went to my room. I picked out some clothes and slid into them. Jeans and a tee-shirt, who'd of thunk it? I grabbed my backpack, an apple, and a cheap Smith's Cola out of the fridge. It was time for my trek to prison. It was Monday. School starts in a half an hour. I shivered on my doorstep for a second, then I took a step toward the high school. Then another. About 20 minutes later I was there. Ugh. I went in one of the glass doors that separated me from the inmates. I walked around the halls amid the constant chatter coming from all around. The bell rang, and I was corralled to my first period class. Four periods later my brain woke up. I said hello to Zeebo as we exited the glass doors, and walked to his house. Lunch time. Freaky Bob said something about carrots, but no one paid attention. Toad whined about something Chicken Boy said. Our group was an ever shifting blob as we migrated to Zeebo's for lunch. *** "I'm not good enough at anything," I explained as I slopped some mayo onto a piece of white bread. "You just need to have more self confidence." Zeebo opened his mouth and inserted a sandwich. "But there are so many more people who are better than me." I finished making my sandwich and began devouring it. "Better at what?" "Better at a bunch of stuff. Better for Mina. She will never love me because I'm just not good enough." "Oh, poor baby," Alex whined sarcastically. I wondered what a fork would look like if it were embedded into his skull. I grunted. "You only think they are better than you. You need to think better of yourself." "I guess," I moaned. "It's time to go," said Toad. We all grabbed our bags and headed back to school. "Do you like Mina?" I asked Zeebo. "Just as a friend." "M'kay..." I guess they are right. I'm good enough. People have told me that I'm cute. I have as much right as anyone to love her. I have more of a right to! Because I love her more than anyone else could. I charged through the rest of the day, and when the bell rang I marched to the video store where Mina works. I strode confidently up to the counter. She was on the phone. What was I doing? I took a step back. She said goodbye and hung up the phone. I backed up another step. She turned and saw me. "Hi," she said cheerfully. She saw me. I couldn't go now. The sweat sprayed off my forehead. I sloshed through the puddles until I was at the counter again. "Aye dere," I said weakly. I looked around. The place was empty except for the two of us. "I had a dream about you." "What about?" her eyebrows raised in a breathtaking manor. She leaned forward on the counter. "Um, nothing." "You know what Zeebo told me?" She paused long enough for me to think I was supposed to say something. "He said that when he told you that he asked me out and I told him no, he said that you said that losers like you don't stand a chance." A couple words lodges sideways in my ear. They blocked the way and jumbled up the rest. I shook my head to sort them out. "What... wait... what?" "When he asked my out, and I said no..." "Wait, wait, wait," I interrupted, "he asked you out?" "Yeah he said that he told you..." "What!?!?! When was this?" "A while ago. A few weeks." "I said that... but he never told me THAT!" "Well..." "He lied to me." "He must have lied to me too because he told me that he told you." "But I asked him if he liked you, and he said just as a friend." "Don't be mad at him, he can't control how he feels." "Oh, but you can?" "What is that supposed to mean?" "You say that you might consider liking John, but you aren't sure." "That's just an infatuation." "But what the hell is wrong with me?" "What... what do you mean?" "I love you, so why can't you love me?" "You don't have what I'm looking for in a guy." "And what, pray tell, are you looking for?" "Self esteem, pride, confidence..." "So you are looking for them to not be me!" There was a pause. I looked at the floor. "Not to brag, but I have turned down a quarterback from..." "What is that supposed to make you so special?" Anger rose in her voice. "... and people say that we were a good match, and we probably would have been." "But it's impossible, because there can only be one person for anyone, and I'm the right one for you. If I don't have what you are looking for, you must be looking for the wrong things. "I love you more than anything. I love you more than I love my own life. IF YOU CAN'T SEE THAT YOU MUST BE BLIND!" "SHUT UP!" she said. She was really pissed off. Crap. "I always do this..." "Yes you do..." "I always say the wrong things..." "Yep." "And I always piss people off." There was a silence. I looked up. "I'm sorry..." "You are not! You always shoot your mouth off and say what ever you feel like, and you always say you're sorry afterwards." "I'm..." "Just go away." "But, wait... I just..." "GO!" I left. Outside the video store life went on as usual.*** The next day I went to school. I dragged my body around the school to each of my classes until I finally got to Study Hall. The last period of the day. I laid my head down and quickly nodded off. "Mux," bellowed some drooling mass from the table behind me, "you are a freak!" I leapt from my spot and in a single deft movement had him hog tied with his own tongue. The school laughed. I took a bow. The bell rang and I woke up. A puddle of drool was on the table where my head was. I looked behind me. The jock sit quite un-hog-tied at the table behind me. Strange, I thought. I grabbed my backpack and walked home. The End Tweet
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