Angel Grove is the place for a good, greasy, cheap, and insanely large slices of pizza. Forget the chains and Chicago deep dishes and New York style thin crusts. The only decent pizza in the world is from Red Tomahto Pies. Trini smiles wide - doesn’t squeal or anything - and throws her arms around her dad’s neck. “I’ll deal with your mom,” her dad cuts in, his smile gentling. Trini’s eyes burn, but she refuses to cry.
I’ll pay for as much as I can, the rest will have to come from you, okay?” “Get me a little more details from Jason, but - Yes. She’s trying - you know this, right?” She shrugs. “She’s just having a hard time watching her daughter grow up into someone she’d never imagined but still so proud of. “Ah, mi maravilla,” he says, holding out an arm. I think it might be good for me, you know?” “Please, papa? I.I know I’ve been difficult lately.and mama hates me. “I’m meeting up with Jason tomorrow to discuss details.” She holds up her phone, displaying the picture she took the flyer.
She only knows that because of the stupid banners plastered all over the hallways of the school for the seniors and their after-graduation plans. It’s almost the kind of person she’d hang out with. His Saturday detention and sudden outcast status. Because even if she doesn’t know Jason Scott himself, she has heard of him. “Isn’t that the boy that crashed his car after a prank? Isn’t he a criminal?” “Jason Scott?” her dad repeats, expression going unsure and worried. “Jason Scott is the one who invited me.” She’s only lying a little! “Probably?” Well, she only knows one of them, so…. He puts his book to the side completely now, turning his undivided attention towards her. “There’s going to be a co-ed group of us.” He narrows his eyes at her and she smiles sweetly. “And four more people,” she says quickly. “There’s a dude I know from school - he’s graduating with me - and he’s going on a road trip in a couple weeks, all summer.” “What if I said I.didn’t want to go with you guys?” She winces when he raises an eyebrow. And, honestly, as much as I love your brothers, they don’t have the patience for an all out road trip.” “Your mom and I can’t just take off work, it’s kind of sudden. “That’s gonna be a bit hard to do, Trini,” he says, closing the book over his thumb. He glances up from his book, glasses low on his nose. “What if I said I wanted to go on a road trip this summer?” She slides up next to him, trying her best puppy-dog look. Her dad sighs a bit, but she sees the twitch of his lips and Trini knows she’s got him on her side. She snaps a picture of the flyer and sends it to the number as she tosses her cup away, heading out the door. She covers the screen with the palm of her hand, fully intending on shoving it back into her pocket and being on her way. She sighs, in the end, and resigns herself to being disappointed by a stupid impulse.
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Trini sits there for a full ten minutes, then another five even after she finishes her coffee. But there’s no notification, no screen lighting up. She slides the phone to the middle of the tiny table, face up, and stares at it, hands clutching tight around her travel-cup. It haunts her sometimes and she has no idea why. An advertisement for a dog-walking gig, someone’s selling their couch, various community related things - like the farmer’s market on the docks, the festival twenty miles out of town, plans for the Fourth of July, a notice that $1 movies from 1pm to 5pm starting June 10th is happening soon. There’s going to be a goofy video posted on twelve different accounts across four different social medias within the next ten minutes, isn’t there? Trini tucks herself in the corner with the bulletin board, sipping her coffee carefully. (Hahaha, no it’s not.) There’s a group of teenagers wearing a mix of football lettermans and baseball lettermans clustered again the viewing window, shouting ‘flip!’ every time the machine does it job. No one notices her walk in, which is okay with her. She thinks this, then pushes open the door anyway.
It’s packed - well, duh, it’s a Friday - and Trini really doesn’t want to go in. She orders okay-ish coffee and wanders around, not really seeing anything, and finds herself standing in front of the Krispy Kreme. When she storms out of the house a week before the school year ends, eyes burning with angry tears and desperately wishing to be anywhere but here, she heads directly into the heart of town instead of the mine. She just never really bothered caring about it, you know? It’s highlighter yellow and clumsily made, has been pinned to the board - off to the top corner and somehow unnoticeable even with the color - for at least a few days. It’s not that Trini never noticed the flyer on the bulletin in their local Krispy Kreme.
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