Michael S. Anders

I never really realized just how proud my parents are of me until now. No wonder they sent me here. I did kind of resent it, like maybe they were embarrassed about me, but now I know they're not. They did this to protect me.

One of them calls me practically every night, just to talk for a few minutes. They're not long calls or anything, and I was getting a little annoyed about them happening every single night but wow, now I'm really grateful. I didn't know what else it could be like. I had no idea what it could be like to have your parents look right at you and through you. God, I feel bad for Bridget. I guess it explains a lot about why she thinks she isn't pretty and why she's so insecure and thinks she needs the drugs.

I mean, seriously, what the hell? If I'm so cool, why aren't they more glad I'm spending time with Bridget instead of trying to figure out a way to introduce me to her sister who's like half a decade older than me? They were so damned busy talking about Sarah that they didn't even ask about Bridget. I don't think they even worried for a second that she and I might be having sex. And okay, yeah, convenient, yay, but what the hell? I am never going to be that kind of parent.

Am I the only person anywhere who's actually interested in what she wants?

Street fair! Okay, we don't have anything like this in Chicago. At least, not in my part of town.

It's pretty tacky in places but also a lot of fun. I got some neat local crafts to send to my mom. She'll like them. Apparently this thing is going on for the next few days. Which means (a) my cousins are out of the house a lot, thank God, and aren't seeing the pornfest going on next door, and (b) once Chad leaves I can ask Bridget if she'd like to go to it, and it'll still be going on.

I really need to make more friends around town, though. I'm going to try to do a lot of that tomorrow at the fair... connect up with the other kids I've met in the chat room, and hang out with them. Maybe that'll help me get over this kinda obsession thing I have going. I'm pretty sure it's not healthy.

Wow, I'm glad my cousins aren't home right now. They're off at camp, and good thing, too, because they'd have gotten quite a show if they'd been here.

I should probably tell Bridget that she needs to close her curtains. I guess she didn't realize.

At least she and that Chad guy seemed to be having fun. I guess I do feel a little jealous, but he's not hurting her, and he did suit up, so no harm, no foul, right?

She has a hard time believing she's pretty. I guess that helps her. I just wish she didn't also need to get high.

( Someone feels a need to confess her sins... )

Bridget and I went sailing today. We had a great time. Purely platonic, and it was really nice. I know that there are apparently a lot of people who dislike her around here, but I don't really get why. At least, when she and I hang out, she's really nice and fun. Maybe other people see a different side of her, but I like the side she shows me.

We're going sailing again tomorrow. I'm really looking forward to it.

Right around lunchtime, the deliveryman arrives at Bridget Holloway's house, bearing a huge bouquet of flowers in the exact colors that dominated her bedroom decor... and another bouquet of red roses, both for her. There's a notecard that comes with them, which simply says:

Bridget,

Thank you for a wonderful afternoon. I'm free to go sailing with you any time you'd like. If you'd like some help with those applications you were working on, call me and I'll come over. I'm very glad to be your friend.

Mike

I went into the student chat room last night. That was pretty strange. Nice people, mostly. It's not really all that different from Chicago, I guess, except I don't know anybody here.

Speaking of which, I think I'm making a big mistake. Maybe I should tell Bridget that I can't go sailing with her today after all. I'm supposed to be staying out of trouble, not diving right back into it.

( Okay... what I know so far... )

( Bio of a wayward rich boy... )

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