There's Something Odd About Windy

I'm starting to regret bringing her along. She won't shut up, and it's not helping my headaches when her high pitched voice leaks out of her throat. It really pains me to know that shes the closest thing I have to a friend in this world. These are the problems that introverted people must face daily. Right now, I can here the storm brewing outside, and it's the only thing keeping me calm. "Seth are you listening?" she abruptly said to me, or what I can only assume was abrupt;y. "I'm trying really hard not to." She gave me a sideways glance that could have killed if it were physically possible. "You're really not a very happy person, you know it?" She mumbled. "I know that, and you should have known that before you begged me to come," I replied. I knew she wasn't happy about my attitude about her being here, but she has valuable knowledge about the occult. You probably wouldn't guess it by just looking at her, but she has been dabbling in the dark arts for a long time. I think she told me that she was 11 when she got into it.

It all starts with an ouija board, then it spirals into an unhealthy fascination with things that mere mortals have no business messing with. As it stands, I'm glad she did. If the circumstances surrounding our meeting had been any different, we would not be sitting in the same car. "Are you paying attention to me?" She said once again, looking at me. "You might want to keep your eyes on the road," I replied, "It wouldn't help us at all if you wrecked this thing." She sighed, and nodded her head. It was a hard time for me being 22, but she is just floating nonchalantly through life. I mean, no one with any common sense would beg a stranger to let them travel the states with them. She just doesn't seem afraid of anything, and I can only imagine what happened to her in the past to cause that. 

We were on some long stretch of road in Indiana, which I believe is known as part of the corn belt. She wanted to drop by collect a book from her online friend. He was apparently the head guy over on a Wiccan forum, so she wanted to get a book from him that gave in-depth knowledge on the afterlife. It probably wasn't something that was necessary, but she kept saying that it was. I didn't really mind, Indiana was closer to my destination then that damned forest I broke down in. It kept her from begging, which was a very big win for me. She sounds more like a cheerleader when she speaks, and nothing about her speech gives the inflection that she studies magic. I suppose that that's is not a bad thing, I hate the way those goth people dress. 

I sit now in a days inn, listening to the approaching thunder, and to Windy's incessant shower singing. She is way to flamboyant for me, almost unbearably so. Not to mention her openly sexual nature. It's more awkward to me than appealing, but I lost my lust a long time ago. The first time she walked out of the bathroom naked and asked me to tell her which panties look more comfortable, I sat perplexed. "What the f**k is wrong with you?" I remember saying. I tried not to raise my voice, but I felt the heat rising in my face. "What do you mean?" She replied back to me in a calm manner. "What makes you think I want to see you naked?" I said again, this time with the frustration floating like fine mist through my voice. "Oh, I didn't know you were gay." and she turned her body around and poked her round a*s at me. "Excuse me?" She knew she was getting under my skin, and at this point it was playful teasing; or what she considered to be playful teasing. "Windy, can we just not do this," I asked, "I'm tired, and I really don't feel like arguing tonight." She pouted the famous puppy pout at me. I got up and walked to my bed and laid down. "I'm going to bed," I said in a tired voice. No sooner then I closed my eyes, that she was straddling me. "For f***s sake girl, go on somewhere," I moaned. She giggled and started rubbing her crotch on my side. "Jesus," I sighed. "I told you, I don't really get that way anymore; I'm focused on what I need to get done." She laughed and said "fine, you're such a grumpy butt." I rolled my eyes and closed them once more.