Title:	Full Case, Whole Milk [uber rough and unfinished...
Date:	2009-10-24 @ 14:49
Security:	public
Location:	room
Music:	"Say It Ain't So" by Weezer
Mood:	bored

Full Case, Whole Milk

Michael Moody

She sat down in front of me and poured a large glass of milk from the carton for herself. I judged her immediately because the milk she was pouring was low fat. Right there on the label was her dirty dirty secret and I wasn’t going to have any part of it.

“Would you like some?” Lindsey offered. She wiggled an empty glass at me with her left hand. Her right hand held the open carton of that vile white liquid. How dare she even assume, let alone imagine me drinking milk thinned town and diluted so horrendously.

“No thanks,” I said, standing my ground. I will not cave in to your low fat milk, lady, I thought. She closed the carton and put it back in the refrigerator door. Still standing in the way of the open door, Lindsey asked, “Anything I can get you then? Juice? Soda?” Apparently, she thought I was that easy. She just stood there staring blankly. She stood hunched over with her head barely clearing the freezer. Her hair hung down over her shoulders, hung down swinging freely. Her top also hung as she lunged forward. If she turned just a few inches, I would have the perfect view.

“Um, no thanks. I’m fine. Do you know when your brother will be here?”

“He should be home from work pretty quick. His schedule is right here.” She pointed to the calendar attached to the freezer. “Says he got off 20 minutes ago.” She grabbed her glass of ‘milk’ from the breakfast bar and drank it. She actually drank such a thing in front of me. In this house, the people here willingly purchase and drink milk-water.

“So… how do you know my brother?” Lindsey took a seat next to me at the bar. She was now close enough and low enough for a near bird’s eye view of her cleavage.

“What? Your brother is a friend of mine.”

“Right. I sort of figured that.”

“Oh! You meant… right. We were in the same fitness class at the community college.”

“Oh cool.” She took a drink. “I’m taking that class right now. It’s like a bio-P.E. class… so boring. Kyle’s into that sort of stuff, so it works for him. I’d rather just sit on the couch and eat chips.” She giggled. She giggled through that sad joke of a lie. Low fat milk… eat chips… you are bullshit, woman. But as she giggled, her body moved up and down, so slightly. Just enough. I imagined her proclaiming the milk to be foul and tossing the glass again the wall. She would run to the fridge and reveal a tall glass of whole milk and begin downing it heavily. I would run to her and she would poor some the refreshing milk into my mouth, then poor the rest all over herself. And of course, I would be there to clean her off.

“Hey, Kyle,” she said, as my friend walked in, dropping his work apron on the counter. “I’ve just been sitting here with Trent.” He smiled and asked me something about my day, but I wasn’t really listening.

“I had an okay day.”

Lindsey stood up to rinse out her empty glass. “Hey, I gotta hit the books. It was really nice meeting you, Trent.” I could swear that she winked at Kyle. A miniature me in my head gave me a thumbs up and victory jogged around my brain. I was in. She turned around and walked away. She walked away slowly, or maybe I just saw her walk away slowly, but her hair was long and it swayed with her hips. And her shorts were so short for the summer. And they were even shorter because they are of the sort you only wear inside the house. They stopped right where her legs started. I was sure that if I could come up with a reason to fall, I would find myself at the perfect worm’s eye view to see everything. By the time I’d conjured up that plan, Lindsey had already disappeared upstairs.

“Shall we?” Kyle said, motioning toward the hallway his beautiful sister had just left us through. I stood up and pushed my stool back under the lip in the breakfast bar. When I looked back at Kyle to lead the way, I saw his face trapped in horror and shock. Then the least expected sound came bursting out of his face. Laughter. Explosive laughter. He pointed at me. He pointed down, just below my waist.

Shame. I took off my jacket and tied it around my waist. “I hate you.” He just kept laughing. Chucking on as he led me up to his room. I’d never been there before, and I wsan’t expecting his room to be so decorated. The walls were painted deep maroon and the carpet and ceiling were white. There were black and white photographs tacked up all over the walls from top to bottom. They were plain photos of places and things and people. All were the sort of thing you would find in a posh coffee table book or a pretentious idiot’s art collection. “Did you take all these?”

“Most of them, yeah.” He sat down at the edge of his bed, which doubled as the seat for his keyboard. He flexed his fingers. He played something cool. Nothing amazing, just cool. Under the sound, I could hear some random rhythm playing in the background. He stopped playing.

“You hear that too?”

“Yeah, it’s fucking Lindsey.” He banged his fist again the wall. “Hey! Turn it down!” This new information made me realize that she was just next door. Her bedroom was right next to where I was standing. She was in private. She could easily be naked… right now! “So you ready?”

“Ready for what?” I asked. I moved closer and plopped down on his bed. I placed my hand on a bare spot on the wall between me and Lindsey. “Why do you have low fat milk in your fridge?”

“What? That’s just what we buy. I don’t know. You said you wanted to write a song or something, didn’t you?”

“Oh, yeah. What should it be about?”

“It’s your song.” He turned around and looked at me. He seemed annoyed. “There is always one easy answer though.”

“And what’s that?” I leaned back against that wall.

“Love.” He smiled. “Have you ever been in love?”

“Probably. I mean… I don’t know.”

“Did you know over eighty percent of all songs nowadays are about love?” He turned away from the keyboard and sat next to me, leaning against the wall.

[incomplete]