Fiction: Backward

Backward


So Marco and I drive to Fashion Island because American rag is having a sale and I've been eyeing these Ksubi Dee Dee Ruff Rockers ($295) for a long time and I have the absolutely most perfect pair of double Identity White Patent Leather sneakers ($195) to match with them because the jeans taper at the ankle and I think I'd wear them sagged a little bit because my American Apparel Deep V-Neck is one-size too big (on purpose, $26) and the Ksubi Block sunglasses ($198) I bought from American Rag goes well with them too.

So Marco and I park in the Fashion Island parking lot and walk out of it and on the way we pass this girl named Cherie who is one of those hippie chicks who really likes Devendra Banhart and Joanna Newsom and she says Hey to us and keeps walking but she doesn't even look at us because she's a dumb bitch who isn't very nice and I think she fucked Marco once at a party in Corona Del mar or something and there are some polaroids of it somewhere on MySpace or Facebook. Something inside of me resents Marco for this because Cherie might be a dumb bitch but she is pretty hot and she has nice legs and tits and I would just love to squish my face between them and smell her possibly (probably) sweet skin of Chanel perfume and then fuck her on my Tempurpedic mattress and then listen to Devendra or maybe Sufjan or some Modest Mouse. But Marco is a good guy and we get along alright so I let it pass and continue walking to American Rag.

So we're in American Rag and I go straight to the back of the store where the Denim is and I look at the Ksubi wall and there are six shelves of Ksubi jeans which is amazing because Ksubi is my favorite Denim brand and they make amazing clothes and they are really pushing the envelope in the world of up and coming fashion houses. But they don't have my size. They never have my fucking size in these Ksubi jeans. I don't why I keep coming back. Maybe because there is this girl that works here named Kati and she is super skinny and is super chill and I would just to take her out one night and get wasted with her then come back to my place and drink some beers and then fuck all night. Marco is looking at the PRPS jeans but they are a really weird company because they don't make skinny jeans and what kind of Hip fashion label doesn't make skinny jeans? So fuck PRPS and all those other companies that don't make skinny jeans because they make clothes for Bros and fuck Bros because all they wear are baggy clothes and “LRG” shit and it makes me disgusted with Orange County and everything in it. Where did the culture disappear to? This whole place is just full of True Religion wearing Bro Hos who don't know the difference between Chekhov and Dostoevsky. You'd think the least these dumb, uncultured bitches could do is read some Eggers or Bukowski or something. This county has to get some culture.

So as we're walking around the store this girl in my English class passes me and I think she has a crush on me (her name is Marcy or something) and she tries to make eye contact with me but I keep my eyes fixed on the Rag & Bone T-Shirt ($85) hanging on the rack and I think she says Hey to me but I ignore her and keep walking. She isn't very cultured either. She really likes Dickens or something along those lines that doesn't have anything to do with today's world and today's society. Fuck her too.

We finally walk out of the store empty-handed and I turn to Marco and say What now and he says lets go to Laguna to that one book store that is really chill and I say OK and we walk back to the parking lot and get in my Audi ($30,000) and start driving.

We're on PCH. The sun is starting to set over the water and I think about what I am bringing tonight and if I will get laid and how much weed I'm going to smoke and all of the hot bitches that are going to Rich's party back in Huntington and what I'm going to wear since I didn't get those Ksubi jeans but I have old pairs of Ksubi so I guess it's alright.

Somewhere on PCH on the way to Laguna Marco and I decide not to go to that book store so we turn around and head back to my place in Huntington but I kinda don't want to because my mom might be home and I don't want to run into my mom because it will delay going to my room where my clothes are and I need to pick out an outfit for Rich's tonight because Marie might be there and I might want to fuck Marie tonight, I don't know yet but I need an outfit for tonight. Marie is this girl in my art class with very nice slim legs and an ass to match that wiggles and sways perfectly as she walks and the J-Brand 10-Inch Indigo Blue jeans ($172) look so good on her because she is tall for a girl and the J-Brands show it off very well. Her lips are pouty and her make-up is perfect and every time I see her I think about her lips sucking my dick and her tongue moves up and down along it and it is pretty amazing and then I imagine fucking her from behind and she's playing with her pussy and I'm pulling her hair and she's about to cum but right now I'm driving and I'm starting to get hard so I stop imagining so I don't crash my Audi.

My mom isn't hove so Marco and I go straight to my room and I put on the rare Joy Division record I just got it's the Amsterdam show from 1980 and it's their best show ever and has most of my favorite songs on it except Warsaw which was Joy Division at their most punk. I don't know if Marco likes Joy division but he is a dumb bitch if he doesn't because they have done so much for music today like, um, well I can't think of anything right now but they just did. Marco sits on my bed with his shoes and I say What the fuck, Marco, take off your shoes I just washed and febreezed those sheets and your lame Nike Sbs ($80) are filthy you really need to take care of your shit better. Marco immediately jumps off the bed and says sorry and sits on my Black Leather Crate and Barrel couch ($2,100) leans back and pretends to drum on his knees. I sigh and pull out three pairs of jeans: a pair of Ksubi Van Winkles ($220) APC New Cures ($140) and Nudie Dry Black Organic Grim Tims ($225) and then three T-Shirts: two APC T-Shirts ($50, $120), and that American Apparel Deep V-Neck I mentioned. I stare at each outfit I've put together and I pick my Black Ksubi Van Winkles and the American Apparel Deep V-Neck because they'll go really well with my Double Identity White Patent Leather sneakers I talked about and I'll wear my Black Lucite Lightning Bolt necklace from Alex & Chloe ($56). I turn to Marco and say wait here I'm going to change and go into the bathroom and take off my clothes then I put my new outfit on and come out and ask Marco What do you think he says yeah that looks sweet I say sweet lets get to the party. Marco says okay and we leave my room and get in my Audi and start heading towards Rich's.

So Rich lives the next block over but I wanted to take my Audi because it's so much easier than walking and my ass is a little cold so I turn on the seatwarmers and Marco asks why did we drive and I tell him that my ass was cold and I just felt like taking the Audi because it's easier than walking and he says oh, alright and by this time we're at Rich's so we park and get out.

So at the party I see Rich Megan Drew Alison Cody Oliver Ryan Michael Marco and my reflection and my outfit looks really put together and it's better than everyone else's in the room. There are some other people but I don't know their names and I don't need to know their names because they don't matter and I can tell that the names I don't know belong to people who don't read and appreciate music and the arts like Rich Megan Drew Alison Cody Oliver Ryan Michael Marco and I do but even Marco really doesn't appreciate music and the arts that much but I guess he reads a little and that's why we're friends because he's smarter than your average kid. There is no sign of Marie yet. Some kids are on the ground playing twister and spilling Jack&Coke everywhere and actually it's kind of embarrassing because I think these kids are freshmen and they have no idea what they're doing at a party like this because none of the other kids are talking to them or trying to be friendly because they are freshmen and they don't even know how to handle themselves when drunk yet so I think it's going to be bad news for them tonight. Rich comes over and says Hey glad you could come and I say wouldn't miss it for the world and Marco agrees and Rich starts talking about this poem he is working on that doesn't have any verbs or conjunctions just nouns and it's slightly annoying because his massive forehead is eclipsing half of this hardbody's face and it looks like she is a solid hardbody with a tight build and a firm ass but I can't see the rest of her because Rich is in the way so I move out of the way and pretend to grab a beer because this girl is standing right next to the beer. I catch a glimpse of her and she really is a hardbody with a tight body and a firm ass and very nice slim legs and she is kind of tall so I say Hey how's it goin' and she says Not too bad and I say my name's Truman and she says I know, we've met and I say We have? And she says Yeah, don't you remember? Last time at Rich's? You called me Priscilla but my name is actually Marie? We have art together? You burped in my mouth as we started to make out? And I say Fuck you, you're not Marie and she says Yeah, I am, asshole and I say Fuck you, bitch and walk away and crack open the beer and take a long gulp and walk outside and light a cigarette.

The moon is up. There is a freshmen lying face down in the lawn, a puddle of green puke spreading out from his face. I think about helping him but I don't think I could do anything of great significance to help him. As I'm staring at this kid lying face down I realize I lit my cigarette filter and not the tobacco.

Ryan Chang