Band-Aids and Kisses

I sit on the ever so uncomfortable chair. With it's hard seat, and non-existant cushion, it's enough to drive anyone's ass numb. For the past four hours and a half I've been waiting in the ER lobby to hear some sort of news. News of my brother is coming pretty slowly. It's either good news and they're already planning his get well party already or....well it's bad and they're reluctant to tell me.

Oh God. Please!!! I need to know, I mean I can handle it. I'm 17 and a half, plus he's my brother.....my best friend. I need to know he's okay. I mean it is partly my fault, I'm never going to forgive myself! God send me a sign that he's okay.

The room is crowded with crying families, and some seriously depressed looking people. Some are pacing which is really starting to get on my nerves. Pet peeve of mine, but all waiting, like me, or dealing with news of their loved ones. I just drop it because I don't want to bother anyone. I SO do not want to be here by myself. Where the hell is mom and dad? I mean come on, they should be here with me. Not like they ever cared about me, but still it would be nice to have some comfort.

Hah, well I guess my poor ass has had enough tourture. I get up to the "exciting" magazine rack to look for something decent enough to keep my three-year-old attention span preoccupied for a couple of minutes. I search through the millions of Time Magazines and Popular Mechanics but cannot find anything of the Entertainment or UsWeekly sort. Of course, that's just my luck. "Ugh, come on...", I just had to sigh with all my pent up frustration.

I just give up, and head back to the so called chair. More like a fucking killer on legs. Now more bored than ever all I can do is just play with the ribbon on my shoes and keep reaplying my lip gloss. Oh joy.....!!! Could anything possibly get worse? My brother maybe dead, my ass has lost all feeling and it's working it's way to my legs, AND I'm so bored I'm actually kinda talking to myself. The only reason I know that is cause the woman next time keeps giving me funny looks like I'm talking to her and shaking her head. Like she hasn't been weird and distressed at any point in her life.....pfhhh. Bitch. I just look up for a quick glance to see if maybe someone is coming to talk to me. Well.....I see someone but he isn't coming for me. I just wish he was.

He went up to the desk and asked the receptionist something then quickly brushed past the other people to sit right across from me. He had short, black shaggy hair that kinda hung in his face. His eyes were a brilliant green, and he had a nice chizled angular jaw. And to top that, he had a pretty good body, not too muscular or skinny, but he wasn't chubby. Just, WOW, he's hot. Too hot in fact, and those snakebites don't help much either. I hope to God I was not drooling.

I guess he noticed my not-so-subtle staring because he shot me a look that could kill. So I qucikly thought on my feet. I saw he was reading reviews abouts some local bands. "Hey I heard that Sour Face really sucked last Friday at the Stell Shop." I said, hopefully rendering things. He looked up, shook his head, and said something inaudible. "Uh sorry I didn't quite catch what you said." Wow he must think I'm an idiot for still talking to him, but hey I'm trying. He can at least give me that. I thought he wasn't going to answer, I mean a couple minutes had passed. "I said, MY band didn't do that bad, just our sound system got fucked up."

Oh hell.......yeah now my day just did get worse. He certainly likes me now after I just picked the most random band to diss and turns out to be his. Great I made an awesome impression already, he wants to hurt me and I've been only talking to him for five minutes. New world record Emmie..................seriously. Ugh, shit.....I think I jinxed myself. Next thing I know as I'm just about to apologize to him Doctor Henderson with my parents walk in; my mother sobbing and shaking, my father's face expressionless. "Emmie....we need to talk to you.....and the police have a few questions."

............................This cannot be happening!!!