Free Black Box 86ed by Andrew Kjelland

sounded like she was ahh, hinting to something.
    O a drunk girl hinting and flirting over the phone, that’s new.
    God, Will stop that, it’s not helping. Just play it by ear, you know, just take it for what it is. Get over there and drink and whatever happens, happens and you will… I pause, something feels off. Nothing to do with Grace or my dilemma more… more like something’s wrong, I feel it floating through the air. I stand there, a slight humming floats to me. Then I feel it, little tiny almost microscopic vibrations flowing through the air. I stand there in silence as it slowly builds. A tiny dot breaks the night sky just over the top of my neighbors. Then one after the other, about a hundred little lights and flashing things appear over the house. Every crazy UFO documentary fills my head as I watch these lights slowly grow, like they’re floating to me. Jesus if they are aliens I deserve to get probed for just standing here.
    The vibrations filling my stomach as I feel the change in my pocket start to jingle, mixing with my keys. I stand, stunned really as a wave of helicopters swarm overhead. Dozens of them or so. In an instant the winds shifts blowing straight down on top of me as they careen overhead going west.

    CHAPTER…
     
    “Hello?” I ask walking in.
    “I’m back here!” She yells to me from what is probably her room. Buttery butterflies swarm my stomach.
    I turn down the hallway, “how are you feeling?” I ask.
    “Very well thank you,” she says exiting her room in the midst of putting on her shirt. A flash of stomach and bra appears and disappears in an instance forever engraved in the brain.
    “Oh, I saved some wine!” She cheers to me wrapping me in a hug.
    “Thank you, for coming, it’s probably nothing but I just want to play it safe.” (The first and probably only sober sounding thing I will hear tonight.)
    “I have acquired the greatest movie to watch.”
    “Let me guess Star Ship Troopers?”
    “Ah,” she smiles “not quite although it is a very good, cultured film. But no I have rented twilight! The perfect film that if one was to suddenly vomit into the air it would not be a complete surprise.”
    “Wait, you really want to watch it?”
    “Well as to the fact my cable has been shut off, and I don’t have anything else to watch it’s really the only thing to watch. We can just make fun of it!”
    “I suppose we can make it work.” I tell her
    “Great!”
    She runs over to the TV popping the disk in as we take our places on her run down couch. The kind that no matter how you sit on it a magical sinkhole appears, forcing the two people on it to sit next to each other. So it might just be my favorite couch in the world right now. I sit down in the middle as Grace hops, stumbles, than hops again over to me. She sits down immediately falling into me. Laughing she adjusts herself as I try my best to have our bodies touch as much as possible without her noticing.
    “Would you like some Tequila?”
    “I suppose so.”
    She starts to dig into the couch cushions. “I was about to pass out before I called you and I think it sank into the couch somewhere.” She struggles then pulls out a cheap plastic bottle. Winsworth premium styled tequila. What the hell is premium style? I wonder as she hands it to me her face beaming.
    “What are you smiling about?”
    “I have absolutely no idea, ” she laughs.
    The opening credits begin to roll through, a silent void growing in the room as I prepared for the mind numbingly corrosive take on super natural love and what any normal person would consider a caustic take on what it truly means to be young and in love. Staring at the screen acting overly interested in the movie as my mind draws blanks on where or how to take this night in a proverbial step forward.
    The beginning credits finally coming to a close, derailing my train of thought. Shit Will you’re gona make this a boring night you need to make a move. Ahhhh I faintly