Loud cheering fills the air as the cool North Carolina wind nips at my bare shoulders. Alyssa winks over at me as the crowd busts out in frantic applause when Danny scores his second touchdown of the night.
The too short miniskirt rustles around my legs as the night air begins to pick up. After multiple high kicks I am beginning to feel exhausted. I used to love cheering. I used to love Danny pointing my way as if to say "that one was for you, baby." But now I feel overly fake and cheery with both topics.
There used to be no better feeling than friday night lights for the Stanton Stallions. The cool night air where the school year went from summer weather to fall weather in weeks, the craze of the crowd and student section, homecoming; Everything left a happy bubble in the air.
I am good at putting on a happy face. You don't make it to the top of the pyramid without knowing how to play the game. But I have found that my smile is now a little too big and my high ponytail is too tight.
Danny pounds his chest with one of his teammates along with giving them a smack to the helmet. He lives for this kind of attention.
I scan the crowd of swarming reds and blacks as people rise to their feet and hoot and holler for our football team. I continue to rustle my pom pom together as I scan the crowd for the one face I am most interested in seeing.
I asked him in class if he was coming to the game but he never gave me a yes or a no answer. But sometimes a maybe meant yes, right?
I don't know why I am so curious about this boy but I am not going to let anyone take that curiousity away. Therefore, I didn't tell anyone about my thoughts of Nathaniel. I am not in the right state of mind to be able to handle their judgement that is bound to weigh heavy there.
They've already commented on my random talks with Nate whether they be in class or the halls. I did my best to ignore them because in all honesty, I didn't care what they thought. Not like I used to. It finally dawned on me that once we all graduate, none of this is going to matter. No one is going to care about who you dated in high school or if you were cheer captain. It would all be small talk of reminiscing on 'the good ol' days at class reunions. It's not going to shape who you are in the future.
Mostly I am afraid of what they will say to Nate. I don't want to bring a worst fate on him than what was already done.
As if the world was rubbing karma in my face with it's grubby hand, Nate's face appears in my peripheral vision. He is standing near the concession stand away from all the other bodies. He sports his regular attire: grey hoodie, jeans, and glasses.
He isn't alone though.
Beside him stands a busty redhead that I knew as Molly Hamilton, who seems to be talking his ear off. If I remember correctly, Molly was there the night of the accident. She was with Nate in the open field.
My stomach clenches. I suddenly feel the need to vomit the blue slushy that I had right before the game.
I don't know if the feeling is because reminders can pop up anywhere at whatever time or if it is because Nate is talking to another girl.
Nate, though very shy and introverted, is a good looking guy. It is a handsome that is underestimated. Nothing too in your face like Harry Styles, with his screaming good looks and dimpled cheeks that could make any living, breathing, creature drop to their knees in awe. Or Bradley Cooper with his chiseled jaw and scruffy nature. Nate's is more subtle. More pure. More good-nature, with his golden eyes and breathtaking smile that appears once in a blue moon to knock the wind out of you.
I haven't seen him interact with anyone, now to think of it, since he's been back at school. Not even his old friends. I'm not sure where he sat in the school cafeteria and I don't know where his locker is. He is a complete mystery to me.
All sounds seem to fade away while I watch Nate converse with the girl, Molly. He doesn't seem overly enthused or bored, even. He just listens and nods his head whenever she stops talking. But then Molly says something else and Nate throws his head back and laughs.
As if I had finally reached the end of the tunnel, all the cheering and noise returns in a whoosh. I shake my head, making my blonde hair hit me over the face and tickle my glittery black stallion face sticker. My crowd pleasing smile returns in a bat of the eye and I am back in cheer captain mode.
"Alright girls," I command standing up straighter. "Go Stallions on three. One...two...three!"
The crowd joins in as the last couple of seconds tick down on the score board. We have the game in the bag. It is a fairly easy team we are playing and we happen to beat every year, but the excitement of it never fades.
When the buzzer rings, I jump around, yelling and dancing to the victory song that echoes through the stadium. It comes as a habit now to do all this. After four years, I was bound to be able to play the part without so much as forcing a smile.
My bio partner and his friend catch my eye again before I can wave off the players. He is talking and she is looking at him in such a way that it makes my feet decide for me if whether or not I was going to approach him out here in the open.
"Nate!" I call when I get closer to the wired fence separating the stands from the blacktop of the track. His head turns towards the sound of my voice and his cheeks instantly turn a light shade of pink. My smile broadens. I hop the wired gate and jog over to him.
Molly's red hair does not go unnoticed beside him as she turns to look at me, eyes round once I am standing right in front of him.
"Hi," I say as nicely as I can to Molly. I know she knew me but I didn't want to be rude no matter how jealous I am that she made Nate laugh the way she did tonight. "I'm Kelly."
"Molly," she answers through pinched features. She eyes me up and down and for some reason this makes me stand taller. I tower over her by a good inch and half though her puffy hair makes up for the height difference. I am kind of jealous of the body and bounce her hair has but my sleek pony tail reminds me of my status in this situation.
"So, Nate," I turn my attention back to Nathaniel who has yet to say anything. "Do you have any plans after the game? If not, Danny is having a party at his place. There will be pizza. You can bring your friend, if you like?"
"I-uh- I don't know..."
"Come on, Nathaniel." I lightly squeeze his surprisingly not so small biceps and shake him a little bit. "It could be fun."
Molly stands next to us silently, mouth slightly open as she watches us. A little more pride swells in my chest and I lean closer into him.
"Pleeeeeeease?" I pout my bottom lip even though it would have no effect on him. "For me?"
It was a low blow, I know, using the adorable girl act, but I felt desperate at that moment. I have never felt desperate when it came to men. I didn't like it.
Always when the game is over I felt like I was on some type of high. It is as if the adrenaline was finally wearing off and it left me all giddy. But this time it is in overload because Nate is next to me and he smells so good and the red head next to him looked so off put. My inner bitch is cracking its knuckles.
Nate looks down at me and for a second I swear his golden eyes latch onto mine for the second time. My breathing catches in my throat and I am afraid to exhale because I am not sure if I can bring the oxygen back in.
"I promised Molly I would go grab a burger with her tonight."
Oh.
Ouch.
"Okay," I manage to grit out. I am trying my hardest not to seem upset. I look over at Molly and her eyes avoid mine as she picks at her knitted red gloves. This isn't the first time I am morbidly thankful that Nate can't see my face because I can feel my smile wobble.
"Thanks for the invite though, Kelly," Molly politely offers, bravely making eye contact with me. She is pretty in a nerdy type of way. Her hair is too big for her body but she has a cute button nose and shining green eyes. The only thing she has that makes me jealous is her plans with Nate.
But then again, Nate didn't go by sight, he went by instinct.
"Maybe next time," I speak out between my smile. I give Nate's arm one last squeeze before I turn back around to catch up with the girls as they make a tunnel for the football players to run under.
"Thanks anyway, Kelly," I hear Nate say before I got out of hearing distance.
I am bitter. I know this. I was used to getting my way and used to boys throwing themselves at me. I know I have Danny, but I didn't want him. Gosh, I'm sure he knew I didn't want to be with him. Yet here I am, shimmying my hands over the top of football helmets as they march into the locker room.
Hell, I was used to girls doing the same; always wanting to please me in the thought that they might work their way up the social ladder. I knew that was their plan, so it was hard for me to become actual friends with people, but I always played along anyway. Alyssa is the only girl I have ever trusted. We have been friends before popularity was in the books.
"What was that about?" Alyssa asks when I go to stand beside her in the tunnel. Her voice is hushed so no one else could hear.
"Just asking if the popcorn was now free that the game was over. I'm hungry," I answer, not making eye contact with her. She always knew when I was lying.
Alyssa doesn't say anything but I can feel her eyes on me. Once the boys are in the locker room, the cheerleaders drop their arms and begin to walk off the field and to their cars. Everyone's going to Mariah's house to get ready for the party tonight. She has the best bathroom for all of us to fit in at one time. Her family is more loaded than mine with a banker as a father and an heiress as a mother along with a deceased grandfather who had stocks in Nike.
Alyssa and I walk towards our cars, the aftermath of the game slowly rubbing off on us. I knew she wanted to ask me something but I don't want to have a serious conversation with her right now. She keeps looking over at me. I stop walking.
"Just spit it out, Lyss."
"What's going on with you lately? You're not present."
It is hard not to spill your guts out when your best friend has these dark siren eyes.
"There's not much to tell," I lie, rummaging through my bag for my car keys. I really needed to get a more flashy key chain. I am always losing them.
"Is this about college, again? Because if it is, Kel, I will pretend to understand what you're talking about. If you got your Dartmouth letter and you didn't get in, you need to tell me so I can do what I can."
My throat constricts and the burn of tears settle behind my eyes. Some days I feel like I didn't deserve her. She is always present when the rest of my love ones aren't. But I also knew how she felt about the Nathaniel situation. She was just as weary as the rest of them.
"It's not that." And then it finally hits me. "I'm just going to miss this." I gesture out to the surroundings around us. "I'm going to miss game nights and these parties where we're all together and I'm going to miss you when it's time for me to leave town for school. Where ever that will be."
"Aw, Kel, I'm going to miss you too!" Alyssa grabs my hand in her red gloved one. "And you don't have to worry because I'll be up to see you every weekend because, God knows, I'm going to find myself a Dartmouth boy."
I laugh as she drapes her arm around my shoulder and pulls me to her side.
"Now," she says, pretending to wipe tears away from under her eyes. I roll mine. "Let's go get hammered, yeah?"
"Yes."
It doesn't take long for us to get ready and considering our town is not big, we are to Danny's before ten-thirty. I wore my tightest pair of jeans because I have talked myself into having a good time tonight.
I easily down two shot within minutes of entering the house. I also lose Alyssa within minutes as well. Danny, however, finds me right away.
"Did you see those touchdowns tonight, baby?" He gloats, ducking down to place kisses on my collarbone. I want to get mad and tell him that of course I did, I was a cheerleader, it was my job to watch the game and cheer the team on. Duh. But I don't do that. I don't push him away either. The sting of Nate's rejection still pinches at my skin and I have to admit that Danny's lips are soothing it.
I hum and quickly bring his lips to mine. We may not get along when we talk but this, this is something we both are good at.
I can taste the harsh bitter buzz of rum on his tongue as I'm sure he can taste the tequila on mine but I pull him closer. Something gnaws at my insides, threatening to break skin as I kiss my boyfriend of almost two years. His hands are all over me, my hair, my cheeks, my backside, as his mouth tilts this way and that. And still I feel close to nothing. I know what I am supposed to feel, but it isn't there.
"Let's go upstairs," he purrs into my ear and for a second I consider it.
"You go up. I'm going to get another drink first," I say, already pushing him away. "I'll meet you up there."
I walk away before Danny can answer but once I am to the kegger, I turn to see his body ascend the stairs. I fill a cup up halfway and take a swing. Flinching, I swallow the nasty stuff remembering even my drunk self can't drink beer. I set the cup down and head out the door for some air.
I know I shouldn't be out here with Danny waiting for me upstairs but I also know I can't let Danny touch me like that tonight. Usually I can suck it up and just do it. Usually I end up forgetting about everything and even enjoy it. Because I once enjoyed it, I enjoyed it very much.
I know I should go inside.
I know I should sober up before I consider leaving this house.
I also know, that there is a boy who might have possibly went on a date tonight with someone who isn't me. And I also know I didn't like that one bit.
Without much sober or drunk thought, my feet start walking down the sidewalk and to Nate's house.
"You have reached your destination," Siri states proudly as I look up at a large white house. "Thank you, friend," I slur and kiss my phone screen. I shove my phone into my jean jacket and start to make my way up the walkway. I have to admit that it crossed my mind to make this a very dramatic scene from one of those Shakespeare plays. The thought of finding a dim lighted room and reaching down for a few pebbles to throw longingly at that certain window was pretty intriguing about now. But I wasn't that drunk.The cool air seems to have sobered me up some and now I am starting to feel uncertain about seeing Nate. Would he find me annoying for showing up at-- 1:09-- in the morning? Probably. And I'm sure his parents will enjoy that as well. Oh goodness, what I am doing here?Before I can turn around and walk a few more houses down to sneak back up to my own bedroom and crash on my incredibly soft bed, my hand is already knocking on the door. There were no lights on in the house from
Wow, I am drunk."Nate, do you happen to have some water I could drink?"Nate nods but instead of letting him get up and navigate to the kitchen, I place a hand on his forearm and lightly push him back down to the couch. "Just tell me where and I will get it myself. I didn't come here to bother you."Nate clears his throat. "Second cabinet on the top. Tall glasses are on the bottom shelf and short glasses are on the top. Thought I would tell you that incase you were feelings like a lot of water or just a couple swigs..."I grin down at the nearly shaking boy. "Thanks for the options."I walk to the kitchen which is big and just as homey as the living room with childhood pictures on the fridge and fruit in bowls. My mother never allows fruit to be outside of the refrigerator because of fruit flies. And she didn't like clutter laying around unless it was hers which keeps me pretty secluded to my bedroom which is fine with me. "Second cabinet, right?" I ask from the other room. I don't
I wake up to the sun making the back of my eyelids orange. Instantly, the color gives me a migraine. Cracking one eye open, I come straight to a tall mirror. Propping myself up onto my elbow I look at myself in it.My straight blonde hair is rustled and puffed in various areas and my mascara raccoons my eyes in the worst sort of way."Shit," I mutter horrified at my appearance. I reach down for the water that Nate had offered me last night and take a large gulp hoping that it would mellow my horrible morning breath. I could still taste alcohol in the back of my throat.I am on a large neon green beanbag next to Nate's bed. Conversation from last night hits me like a bus."Nate, are you sure you're okay with me staying here? I don't want to intrude."Nathaniel's face whitened at my words. We were no longer sitting on his couch but had moved to his bedroom upstairs. It was innocent because he wanted to show me his album collection but I couldn't lie and say that being in his room excite
"Thanks for your help today, Kelly."I collect the rest of the foam lined coloring pages and hand them to Mrs. Rolland as she peered over her bifocals smiling at me. "The children just love these. It makes coloring for them such a joy," She continues and takes them from me with a kind smile gracing her features. "I'll see you next week." I give a little wave and begin to make my way out of the children's area at the clinic for the visually impaired. I've been coming to Greensboro since Nate's accident and dedicating my time volunteering every Wednesday after cheer practice. I told everyone I needed the hours for Dartmouth, but the truth is, it eased my guilty conscience knowing that I was making children without sight smile. Plus, I enjoyed it. I like coming here every week to play and color with the kids. I grab my light jacket and push open the atrium doors. As I am walking down the concrete front stairs, my eyes glue onto the sight dogs training in the lawn. There is something m
"You mean to tell me that he slept with the telescope?" Milk threatens to come out my nose while I choke out the sentence. Nate's face is beet red as his family and I laugh at his dispense. "For over a month!" Lucy giggles, looking fondly at her son. She reaches over and squeezes his forearm. He doesn't jump out of his skin when she touches him. Why only me? "Nathaniel was so happy when Tim and I surprised him on his birthday with it. You would have thought we bought the kid a space shuttle.""Which he pouted about for another month because we said no to the space shuttle," Tim, Nate's father, butts in with a mouth full of his wife's meatloaf. "Can we please move on to a topic that doesn't involve embarrassing me?" Nate pushes his green beans around on his plate, refusing to lift his head. "Yes, sweetheart," Lucy hiccups from trying to silence her laughter, "of course. We're sorry.""I'm not," I tease and look over at my anxious bio partner. I'm pleasantly surprised when Nate rolls
I stand at my locker with Alyssa yapping my ear off about this weeks upcoming game against our rival team. There's going to be a big bonfire before and she wanted to know if we were going to carpool. But I am not paying attention because walking down the hall in his awfully slow pace is Nate.I had dreaded seeing him today considering what happened last night. I had admitted to him that I liked him in more ways than one and he pretty much shut the door in my face accusing me of pulling a fast one on him in the sake of society's horrific humor. It stung to think that after the time we had spent together that he still thought this about me. But I needed to move on, to be closed off from this moment forward and leave him to his life. It is just a silly crush, afterall. He's sporting a faded denim jacket instead of his usual dark grey hoodie but he still wore one of his marvel tees, the captain america logo peeking under the rough fabric as he moved gracefully down the hall. It was li
I slump at my desk as I wait for the first bell to ring. I really want to go to the nurse and claim sick but I have a calculus test and I can't afford to miss it. My stomach is hurting at the thought of seeing Nate again. That is if he even shows up to class. But with what knowledge I have of him, I know he would never skip a class. After last night--and now this morning--what I really want to do is talk Mr. Faunt into giving me a new lab partner. We haven't even started on our project so I didn't see the big deal in doing so. But a little piece of my mind knew that if I did that, then I wouldn't see the caramel eyed boy and I don't think I can stand that. Sure, he's in a few more classes of mine but we don't get to talk like we do in this one. It's strange how you can become obsessed with someone even after such a short amount of time. Because that's what I am: obsessed. But I am also stubborn. Which means that I'm not going to aid to Nate's ego. He didn't like me the way I liked
Nate's head is buried into his iPad and his headphones are in their usual place, wedged into his ears. I stop about a three feet away from the little circle that they had formed around the large tree in the center of campus.Trent smiles up at me when he sees me standing in front of him and the rest of his friends. His braces catch the sunlight as he does and I have to squint my eyes. "Hello Trent," I politely say returning his smile. My eyes scan to Gavin who has frozen with his sandwich brought halfway to his mouth. Nate's body goes rigid when he hears my voice but his face lifts up towards the sun. "Gavin," I add my eyes narrowing with humor. Then I manage to smile at Molly. "Hey," I say to her before I add, "mind if I sit?" My voice is off, more timid than usual but I am hoping they don't notice. They look around their little circle, eyes speaking for them. I shuffle my feet against the dirt, my lunch tray in hand, waiting to be accepted. My focus is mainly on the boy leaning ag
Nate takes forever as I wait for him at the top of the stairs. "Let's go, slowpoke! I only have a few more hours until I have to catch my flight." I spin around and lean against the railing to look sweetly down at him. I can't help but grin as he huffs and puffs, taking one step after the other. "What have you been doing at that Ivy League of yours? Track?" Nate shakes his head and laughs at himself as he makes it to me. "I've actually taken up rowing," I tell him with a smile. I flex my newly toned arms before wrapping them around his neck, enjoying the superiority of being one step higher than him. "Look at you," Nate praises with a crooked grin that makes me lean into him further. "My very own Kate Middleton."My laugher echos off the concrete walls of Nate's dorm building. I lean down and kiss him soundly on the mouth. He sighs into it which makes me feel light and content."Thanks again for staying up late to watch the royal wedding with me." I pull back and look into his eye
This will be the last chapter Nate's POV friends! This last chapter is being taken place after Nate takes Kelly to the dock and they see their shooting star. It's just an on going chapter in his point of view to wrap things up:) Feel the feels, folks.________________________I take Kelly by the hand, loving the way her fingers look tangled with mine as we walk into the lake house. She's smiling. It's soft, like an angel's feather, but it's there, and she's looking at me in a way that makes me feel like my heart is going to explode out of my chest. It almost physically hurts to see just how beautiful she is. Her hair, as soft as my imagination remembers, looks like a halo around her face. Her small baby hairs fly away from the cool lake breeze and the simple sight of it all puts me in awe.My fingers fumble with the key to the house. Kelly's hand is still gripped in mine and like always, she picks up on my anxiety and wraps her other hand around our combined ones and leans in and ki
NATE'S POV"Are you ready, Nathaniel?" Dr. Henderson asks while fingering the bandage that is wrapped around the top of my head in order to cover my eyes."Yes." But was I really? What if the world is darker than what it appeared to be while blind? It felt darker without her in it. She should be here. I had planned on her being here but she had to go and do the thing I most feared. She used me.Kelly lied to me. And that hurt more than the constant pounding in my head since the surgery."Now, I must warn you," her father says as he begins to unravel the gauze. "You will feel discomfort with bright light. Try to continue to wear the glasses or at least a pair of sunglasses for the next week inside as well as outside. Actually," he finishes taking off the wrap, "we suggest you stay away from direct sunlight for the first few days because it could cause more damage but nothing time won't heal."I keep my eyes closed. What if the surgery didn't work? What if I remain in the darkness forev
Doesn't she know that it's girls like her that men like to have in their trophy case? And the fact that she is clearly intoxicated just asks for more problems. Why did she drink so much tonight, anyway?"Calm down, Daddy. Would you rather I drove?" My body stills and my heart stops in my chest. Actually halts in shock and a little of something else that I am ashamed to claim. Kelly laughs at my reaction which makes my cheeks heat more if that is even possible. My body burns like the surface of Mars. "I'm sorry," Kelly hiccups and she laughs some more. "Nate, do you happen to have some water I could drink?"I nod and start to get up and away from this predicament my mind and body is having with each other but Kelly forces me back down. "Just tell me where and I will get it myself. I didn't come here to bother you."I clear my throat because her hand print is now searing on my shoulder. "Second cabinet on the top," I say in a rush. I go to push the bridge of my glasses up and over m
NATE'S POVI lay on my giant bean bag and think of her.The way her voice sounds when she's excited about some little thing, such as a the little silver bullet pinging back to the stop of a silly arcade game, or how it turns dreamy when she talks about pursuing her career in medicine.It is strange, because when she talks about becoming a doctor, she sounds cautious, like she's worried that I will shoot her aspirations down. Which is odd because her father is the greatest neurosurgeon in the state of North Carolina. And, who wouldn't want to brag about wanting to save lives?She is bound to be something great because she is great.Which worries me. I have thought every second of every day since kindergarten about this girl and now she actually knows I'm alive. Which also worries me.I feel alive when I am with her--actually, I feel nervous and anxious and all above terrified, but that's only because I don't understand how I can feel all this. It's like I'm the dog and Kelly has finall
NATE'S POV"You don't have to start today," my mother tells me while sitting in her Traverse. "We can try again in another week. There's no rush.""No, I don't want to get more behind."I can tell she is nervous by the way she is chomping her gum. I can imagine her knuckles stressing white as she grips the steering wheel.My mother laughs softly. "You're the smartest kid in this school, Natty. There's no way you could fall behind. Plus," she rubs my back affectionately, "I did a pretty good job on my end last year."I roll my eyes behind the dark framed glasses I have taken a liking to since Trent gifted them to me for my birthday last year which I spent in the hospital. "Now you look like Zac Efron in one of those chick films," my friend had said with what I imagined was a strutt and a model turn around my hospital bed. The raybans may look cliche, but it bothers me when people can see my eyes and I can't see theirs."I would say I was more of the teacher and you the student," I joke
NATE'S POV "Are you even listening to me?" Molly questions as she wrings her hands in her lap. I mumble a yes but my eyes stay glued on Kelly Henderson as she sits by herself on a park bench.Why was she alone? She is never alone. There is always some girl or group of people surrounding her like a swarm of bees. But I guess that's the type of attention you get when you're queen bee."No, you are not. Nathaniel!" Molly waps me on the arm and I flinch back. "This is serious. She kissed me. And..." Molly's face reddens and she gnaws at her lip. Trent talks a lot about Molly's lips. I think he has a crush on her. "I liked it.""Maybe you're Katy Perry," I offer as insight. Truth is, I wasn't really listening. But my cheeks burn a little at her confession. I did hear that.Molly's eyes roll skyward and she doesn't smile like I expect her to. Usually I could make her laugh seeming she found me too geeky to function, as she put it, but I like her. She is a little rough around the edges but
Nate grips my hand tighter as we make our way through the airport. People rush around us, running to catch their planes while Nate and I are clearly hesitant in leaving each other's sight. The clear sound of last calls ring through the vast area, setting the deep tendrils of dread to cling on tightly. These past months with Nate only set me up for more sorrow as the ticking time bomb known as the future krept up like a ghost lurking amongst the living. We have spent every waking moment together and the thought of being seperated for a single second hurts more than I would like to dwell on."Maybe I could stay another week," Nate suggests, looking around the airport as if someone would agree with him and that would make it settled. "We still haven't gotten to that circus movie you wanted to go to. There's still time.""Nathaniel," I say with a smile because the thought of spending more time with him is tempting. "Your summer program starts on Monday. There isn't anymore time.""That'
Nate looks over his shoulder and gazes reverently down at me. "I want to take you somewhere to show you something."I can physically feel the whiplash of tonight's events. "Let me go get my car," I suggest and start to pull him the opposite way but he pulls me so I am flushed against his body. He grins down at me while reaching into his pocket and pulls out a set of keys to dangle in front of my face. "I can drive." My mouth wobbles open and close at the fact that I momentarily forgot that he can see again. Before, I always forgot that he couldn't and now it is the other way around. Nate rolls his eyes dramatically. "I have my license, babe."My mouth snaps shut and my heart warms at the endearment that I will never not fill my stomach with butterflies. I lean up and kiss him longingly before lacing my fingers back with his and allow him to pull me to his car. It seems that his parents have bought him a black pickup, which makes me laugh when he opens the passenger side door for