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Always Wanted To Go To Vegas
Prompt: #3 "I feel you in my heart and I don't even know you." Song lyrics from Tegan & Sara's Nineteen. For latentfiction on lj.

Character: Alyssa

So, this afternoon I was standing in one of those, trendy, hipster stores run by people with more piercing than you can count on both hands, and staring. Nineteen years old, only a few months away from my previously postponed freshman year of college at a fairly prestigious university, supposedly mature and ready to face the world, staring struck dumb at a freakin' t-shit. There was a big rainbow splattered across the center with the phrase "we're everywhere" printed in big block letters below.

And as I stared, I thought about what would happen if I were to buy it. I go home with that cashier who's been eying me, daring my to buy the shirt and confirm her suspicions. We suck and buck until the early hours of the morning. Then my parents come in unannounced to find their baby girl in the arms of another girl. Disgusted, they throw me out onto the streets. Dazed and dejected I move to Boston, having lost all hope of college without my parents' support, I get a low paying job, one in a string of many, and become a slut. After three years of destitution and near prostitution, I sell my left kidney (metaphorically speaking) for a ticket to a supposedly sold out Tegan and Sara concert. Just as they're about to sing the line, "I feel you in my heart and I don't even know you", I stumble into a complete stranger. Taken with each other, this not-so-strange woman and I go out for coffee -our first date-. The next day we move in together. Nine and a half months later, I inevitably screw up and she leaves me. I spend the next three years in a myriad of lesbian co-habitation experiments, otherwise known as relationships. I then move in with a nice guy, flamboyant as the sun is bright. We split the rent and all the neighborhood gossip. Eventually, six years down the road, he finds a sugar daddy -otherwise known as a partner-.  Roommate-less, I pick up and move to Nevada. I buy a ranch in the middle of the desert and run an animal shelter out of my garage. At my funeral -which no one attends except for my estranged brothers-, they play Nineteen, as requested in my will, because that's when my life first began.

So I bought the shirt. Why? I dunno, I guess it's because I always wanted to go to Vegas.