Chapter 59 Meet Up Party 1 (1/2)

Laz felt his mind become stronger. Sometimes, the only way to grow is to experience pain or loss. Sometimes, all a man needs to relieve his worries is a good cry. Have you ever heard the saying is it better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all? Well, it is better to have loved and lost since it leads to personal growth. Also, since you didn't die, you still have a chance. Of course, it never feels that way at the time. Also, never tell a guy who is hurting that there are other fish in the sea, you are likely to be hit.

Laz's body had experience several growths since the day he felt his power awaken, back on that bathroom floor. But his mind was still that of a teenager. No matter how strong he got, that wouldn't change how he was mentally. Although he had a lot of feelings about his parents leaving him, he had never really felt suffering. Many kids didn't. Not real suffering anyway. This was the first time he actually confronted the reality of what his parents leaving him meant. He knew nothing, not even if they were coming back. Listening to that song made him unable to hide from that thought he had buried.

Although it wasn't real pain, it really did hurt. Some could argue that we only really grow thought these sorts of pain. They wouldn't be far off.

Standing up, Laz turned off the stereo and rolled it back into the closet. He took note that there were several other albums. Even if he was more into modern music, he suddenly found himself wondering what kinds of things his dad had. It was obvious that he had collected vinyl as opposed to things like cds and cassettes. That alone set him apart.

Having decided on the outfit and not getting a text back from Kennedy, Laz finally crawled into bed. It was going to be a long day.

For a Friday, the day flew by in a flash. Although Laz saw Malene a few times, when he did, she just ignored him. This suited him perfectly fine though as he thought that she finally got the hint. Had he been paying more attention though, he might have noticed her looking at him every now and then. The look in her eye was weird and hard to describe. She looked mad but also curious. Only she knew what was on her mind during the day.

As school ended, Laz got a text from Kennedy telling him to be back at 7pm to pick her up. Although Laz wanted to act like a gentleman and pick her up from her place, no matter how many times he asked, he was told no. He finally gave it up. He got home from school and had a few hours to kill. Since his grandpa wasn't home and he had nothing else to do, he went to the abandoned playground for a bit and just sat at the stone bench. He felt comfortable here, surrounded by the quiet bit of nature and the weird plant. If he was going to call it anyhting, he would call it peaceful for him.

His energy circulated while he just sat there with his eyes close, quietly being watched from a place a bit behind him. The small eyes stared at him carefully as though they had a question to ask. But in the end, the question was never asked. just an hour before the party, Laz went home and got himself ready.

He made sure to pack ”Last Rites” as well, but he put that in a saddle bag on the bike. He didn't think they would allow guns at the party since there was no telling how crazy things could get.

After making sure that everything was in place, Laz got his leather jacket on and made sure to grab his mask as well.

The roar of the bike was a sweet greeting to his ears as he revved the engine and took off.

It didn't take long before he pulled up to the somewhat empty school where the sight that greeted him was jaw dropping.

Kennedy was waiting out front on the side walk in a trench coat and heels. The sunglasses added even more of an air of mystery about her and the briefcase didn't help the image at all. Laz couldn't help but wonder if someone hadn't tried to pick her up or called the police to report a suspicious person. Either one would have made sense.

Laz pulled up the bike right in front of her but didn't take his helmet off. Masking his voice, he said in his manliest tone,

”Hey baby, how about putting something big and powerful between your legs?”

Kennedy, not knowing it was him at first, shot back,

”I would love something big and powerful between my legs baby, but somehow I'm thinking your a bit lacking down there. Why don't you piss off and find me a real man, hmm?”

Laz couldn't help but laugh while at the same time letting his voice sound normal.

”Hey, I'm a grower, not a shower alright?”

Kennedy burst out laughing after figuring out it was Laz.

”Oh thank god it's you. If I had to fend off one more horny middle aged dad, I was going to scream.”

”Well, your the one who looks like she's up to something with how you are dressed.”

”It would have been worse without the trench coat. Thank god you are by yourself.”

”Hmm?”

”I was worried you would have gotten like your dad to drive us or something.”

Although Laz didn't take offense to it, he somewhat stiffened up at the mention of his dad. Although Kennedy couldn't see his face, she could see the change in his posture and felt like she might have said something wrong. A bit embarrassed, she immediately tried to apologize.

”Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..”

”No, it's alright. We've never talked about our family so I don't blame you for anything. It's not even a problem. Family has just been on my mind recently.”

”Oh... ok than.”

Laz got off the bike and reaching into one of the saddle bags, pulled out a helmet. He was about to hand it to her when he thought of something else really quick and turned around before she could take it.

”What's up..?” She asked with a bit of a questioning stare.

Laz turned around again after pulling a blue case out from his pocket and handing it to her.