"Marissa! You can't sneak up behind someone and kill them." Ryland yells at me from his position on the couch and his Dragons Reborn player runs in the opposite direction fleeing an attacking PC — a character created by the game and not controlled by a human."Why not? We're trying to win aren't we?" My sword slashes through another opponent sent by the game to help defend the treasure chest we're fighting for.His fingers stop pressing buttons on his controller as he turns to me. "It's not good game play.""I need to upgrade my sword. The one you gave me takes three strikes to kill a PC player." Clashes of iron against iron fill the room as I attack the last guard. Ryland holds his character back while mine jogs forward to inspect the contents of the chest we fought valiantly for."You're so violent for someone so small."I add a few pieces of iron from the chest to my inventory. They'll help with my upgraded sword. "I told you. I'm not small. I'm average. You're too tall. I
555-7845: What are you doing?The text, from a number not already in my phone and an area code I've never heard of, flashes on my phone screen until I'm curious enough to open it. 555 Where is that, Oz? I almost don't respond, but my Good Samaritan wins out in the end. It's a Saturday afternoon and I'm stuck in my teeny tiny apartment with nothing to do but watch television. Even worse, reality television.Anyway, in the end I text back because there's a chance it's a random cutie... I mean the Good Samaritan thing.Me: Who is this?555-7845: Your favorite sexy landlord.Ryland. No one at my last complex could be considered sexy. A few hundred questions come to mind. Where is he? Why is he texting me? How did he get my number? When did Mr. Runs Ten Miles Every Morning decide he's too lazy to walk across the hall? They're important questions, which I'll ask eventually, but I can't miss my chance to screw with him a smidge first. The man's a tad uptight at times. Humor will do
Grant feigns a proper amount of outrage over the bit of information I share. "That's horrible, Marissa. How can you be expected to kill zombies, ogres, and skeleton warriors without the proper equipment?" He guides me to the couch where a third controller's been plugged into the game box. "Luckily for you, I do believe I have an extra enchanted sword in one of my rooms. If you come to my section of the castle, I'll gladly let you use it.""That's so sweet of you, Grant. Thank you," I answer with my best Southern Belle impersonation. This is a guy who understands how to play along."I'll take care of you, Kitten," Grant replies grabbing a hand to keep our charade at full steam.Ryland scoffs on his side of the couch. "Oh get off it, mate."I narrow my eyes at him, but speak to Grant. "Do you know where to buy a bike? A parking spot recently opened up." Let's see what Ryland does when he comes home to find a bike in one of his precious parking spaces."Like a pedal bike?" Rylan
Later in the night the new sword from Grant sparkles from its enchantments as I swing the glowing blade toward the large rat at the face of the cave. The sound of clashing metal sings through the television speakers as I step over the dead rat carcass to claim the few pieces of gold he left behind post death."Did Finn need to be so graphic when he designed Dragons Reborn?" I ask guiding my character farther into the cave."Yes. We're guys. We like the realism of dead things.""Hey I enjoying killing stuff as much as the next player, but I don't want to step over bodies to get my loot."I catch his headshake from the corner of my eye too worried about what else we'll find in this new cave to waste seconds looking at him. "You're such a girl, Marissa."Narrowing my eyes at the television screen, I plot my revenge for his comment and take a swipe at his character with my sword."Hey!" He tries to strike back, but I'm already halfway down the cavern tunnel."What?" I fake in
From his light laugh he doesn't miss my reaction. "A free supply came as part of my endorsement deal. You're asked to use the products that pay you and they pay a lot to see my pretty face in their underwear." One side of his smile tips up further than the other in a sexy smirk. "Also I'm lazy and don't want to spend time buying my own.""They haven't dropped you ..." My sentence trails off after I'm unable to think of a way to mention his recent departure from the team."Not yet." I regret my decision to ask as his face falls, the humor from our earlier exchange lost to my stupidity. "The sponsors I have left will wait to see what team I'll go to next. They're sure I'll get picked up quickly.""But you're not?" I've already ruined the atmosphere in the room. I might as well get the answers to the questions I've listed out in my head.Ryland sighs and leans back on the couch, sinking into it. "Soccer is part of my life, whether or not I want it to be. I've lived soccer since be
I've ridden in many taxis, but relying on them as my sole transportation over the last week has been interesting. Each one smells different, most of them not the good kind of smell. Another whiff of body odor hits me, a storm front blown back by the taxi's heater. I release another deep breath through my mouth. I'd rather not swallow any of the dirty germs from the air, but anything's better than more of the pungent stench eating away at my nose.The phone in my hand vibrates distracting me from my breathing pattern. A gag boils up and I'm forced to close my mouth quickly covering it and the bottom of my nose with my hand. The rose scented perfume I applied this morning does little to block out the powerful air.Ryland: You don't need to worry about DashD97531 anymore. I took care of him last night. You want to finish the cave this morning?I smile, but keep my mouth open and breathing on point. Seven o'clock came way too early this morning after being at Ryland's until midnight
"A few hours. Grant was there earlier and I stayed later to keep playing.""Did you..." Aspen waves her hand in the air. "You know... in the bedroom?""Did we have sex, Aspen? No." I roll my eyes at her continued refusal to say sex in public."Make out?" She leans forward in her chair waiting for my answer."Nope." It's an honest reply. Last night's kiss was definitely not a make out."Hmmm." She examines me, looking for a crack in my story I'm sure. "Did you fall asleep next to him while playing?""Um... no. I went home and slept in my own bed." I quirk an eyebrow at her knowing full well it drives her nuts because she can't do it.I circle the group with my eyes waiting for the next girl to shout out a question — Amanda's known for her random outbursts — but they're quiet. Someone should write this down. It's a first for us.Aspen turns her conspicuous look from me long enough to take a bite of her French toast and settles back on the couch all nonchalant, but I know
Scott opens the passenger door to his silver Accord and takes my single crutch, throwing it in the back seat. He's a native to the Bay Area, so the fifty-degree weather is cold but bearable as he wears a thick fleece. He eyes my jacket, hat, and gloves as we buckle in, but I only shrug. I'm not as bad as Aspen, but I'm still from southern California — fifty is chilly."Thanks for the ride today. The cab bill to Hunter's Point would have killed me."Once a year our company selects a week where various teams go out into the community and volunteer. This year my department picked the San Francisco Community Center for Youth all the way out in Hunter's Point. When I voted on the location, I lived in Oakland with a car. Now the distance feels astronomical."No problem, Marissa. I feel partially responsible for your ankle, so it's the least I can do." Scott turns into traffic, but I keep my head down and don't look at anyone on the sidewalk in fear I'll see Ryland.True to his word,