The Adventures Of Zack Hightower

Cig’s and Simon Pegg October 11, 2008

Posted by Zack in Everything Else.
Tags: Ben FOlds, Cigarettes, Simon Pegg
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Tonight a girl I’ve been head over heels for came over.  Let’s call her Bekah… That’s actually her real name.  Fuck it, I don’t give two shits at this point, her name is Bekah, I call her Bekah spelled with a K because of my apparent need to be a walking Ben Folds song.

Anyways, I got her call around 9:40.  I dove up, cleaned up my apartment (it still looked like the set of Sanford & Son but hey, I tried).  I decided that I needed to also freshen up, seeing how I stunk worse than a Uwe Boll film.  Anyways, enough with the bad jokes (poop)… Okay, seriously, I’m done now.

She showed up in the middle of me doing the dishes.  She pulled into the driveway and my heart skipped a beat.  A wise person told me never to seem excited in these situation, because you don’t wanna seem like you’re head over heels for the girl.  So, I took this advice and played it cool.

But oh man, every other part of me was jumping for joy.  Those brilliant eyes locked with mine and we stared at each other, we hadn’t seen one another in a while, and it showed.  We had small talk while coming up with a plan.  Over a nice cigarette, we came to the conclusion that a movie is needed.

Now, I collect movies, I love movies, but unfortunately, I think I’ve seen all mine about twelve times a piece.  So, we went to our local blockbuster and the only thing I hadn’t seen that looked remotely interesting was Run Fat Boy Run.  So, we grabbed it and dove into the car.  While I was enjoying myself while listening to Bowie (also at the same time she was complaining because we were listening to Bowie) I asked her if she was hungry.  She said yes, so, naturally, I figured we’d get a pizza.

We showed up at my apartment and ate to our hearts desire… assuming of course our hearts desire was four slices a piece.  She suggested a cigarette, I was not against this decision seeing how I’m horribly addicted to the damned things, and followed suit.  Her phone rang at this one moment.  She stopped, took one look at it and gave me this look.  I told her if she needed to take it, go right ahead, I understood.  She went outside on the porch.

Now, my front door is hard to shut, the only reason Ryan and I are able to do it is because we’ve become accustomed to the shitty thing.  She hadn’t and the door stayed cracked.  I returned to the living room (deciding it would be a good time to surf the interweb) and heard her say this,

“Yeah… Yeah… It was good… Huh… Oh nothing, watching a movie with my roommates… I’ll be over after though… Alright, I’ll talk to you later baby… Love you too.”

The flutter stopped inside and the butterflies were dead, it had suddenly become very cold.  She returned and shot me this look.

“That was Cody…”

“Sweet… Who’s Cody?”

“My Boyfriend”

“…”

“I thought you knew about him.”

“Bekah, we never talk, how would I know about him?”

“I just figured you did.”

“Why didn’t you tell him you were hanging with me?”

“How did you…”

“You left the door open, I didn’t mean to but heard you conversation.”

“He’s been hanging around his ex-girlfriend alot lately.”

“So what is this… Payback?”

“No, there’s no threat here.”

With that simple sentence, my heart decided it was done trying.  Even the clever quips of Simon Pegg couldn’t save the night.  I wanted to lie down and not get back up.  I wanted to tell her to leave and ask her why the fuck she felt she had to emotionally use me to get back at her boyfriend.  I wanted to get my money back for the pizza and movie.  But most of all, I really wanted a beer.  I waited, quietly brooding, until halfway into the movie.  I got up and got a beer.  She gave me a look.  We both knew why I got it, but neither of us spoke.

She told me I was quiet, I told her that a movie was playing and I didn’t want to be rude. The movie finally ended, with (SPOILER ALERT) Simon Pegg getting the girl.  She told me she had to go to Cody’s.  I told her to have a safe trip.  She gave me one last cigarette and a hug.  Then told me to give her a real hug.

I did.  She drove away and I realized how lame pizza and a movie was.

My cigarette burned quickly, and I wanted more.  It didn’t last as long as I wanted it to.  I began searching my apartment for another one, pulling out all the stops, going through my drawers and old jackets, but there wasn’t a cig in sight.  Frustrated I pulled another beer from the fridge and sat out on my porch, drinking in the moonlight.

I really want a fucking cigarette.