Stranded Mates and Borrowed Petrol (Part 2) – Mad Chaos: November 27, 1998

Lyssa Finally Rings

Now I’m not sure when I stopped typing in my Diary but I know that around 8:30 p.m. or just after I received a call. Almost silent and whimpering in the background this reserved voice spoke to me in shambles. This voice was none other than Lyssa’s humble voice on the other end and as she asked if I would mind talking to her for a minute I spoke to her as if there was no argument going on and as if I had no problems with her.

Lyssa asked why I was talking so freely and congruently with her, I had no reason. In her simplistic and cute voice she told me “I’m going to have to stop talking for a second, you’ve put me off guard now”. When she started talking again she asked if I would like the gifts that she had taken off me returned.

Informing Lyssa that I would love to have them back in a calm voice I also told her that even though I was getting back my gifts she could never give back what I really wanted, letters written and torn up by her. Lyssa started to cry and whimper at this point and as she continued sobbing I started to feel bad and somewhat guilty. Lyssa was very apologetic at this point crying about how she was so sorry and I tried to console her.

Mending Things With Lyssa

“You know, I have kept the letters you ripped up” I blurted as Lyssa wept in her pool of tears. “I’ve also stuck them all back together and if you could for me, I would like you to write those letters out once again, just how they were written originally”. Lyssa stopped her crying and letting out some joyous laughter that was somewhat contained Lyssa uttered “You don’t know how much you’ve made me feel better, at least a thousand times better”.

With that I continued with my sarcasm as I remarked “You don’t have any more Barbie paper to write on anymore do you, you threw it out when you were cleaning your room. Oh well, you’ll just have to buy something pretty and write on that”. Lyssa advised me that she was going to send me a letter in the mail if we didn’t talk for a little while and with that she was going to send all the presents that she had taken from me.

Asking Lyssa what she had done with the broken frame she told me she still had it with her. “You can keep that now,” I told her, “it’s too dangerous to keep in my house now”. Lyssa and I kept talking through the night but there were plentiful spaces in our speech. These spaces weren’t deliberate but they weren’t fabricating anxiety. Our conversation ended because I wanted to get back to the food I was interrupted through while eating. Lyssa had no problem with that as the ‘Jerry Springer’ special came on television, something we both wanted to watch.

I told Lyssa I would call her soon and we are probably going to get together on Sunday so Lyssa can give me all my gifts back. Lyssa was also going to photocopy all my poems before she gave them back to me along with all my gifts in the mail because they do mean something to her. All I can say is good luck with the poem that I had designed so you can only see it when held up to the sun…

Running Out of Petrol

After my conversation with Lyssa I was preparing for an early night when I was given a call by Keith. This phone call was only minutes after Lyssa and I talked so I presumed it was her but instead I got music playing in the background and figured differently. Keith wanted to know if I would like to come with them to ‘Subway’ for the night and deciding to take the ‘Jerry Springer’ special I awaited Ralf to come pick me up.

After a couple of minutes he did arrive and putting on my shoes I headed outside for his car. Keith was already in the front seat so sitting in the back we headed for ‘Subway’ where we would meet up with Tatton and Shawn. Ralf once again decided to drive the scenic way towards Ingleburn and instead of going straight there he drove past Blaxland Road. While driving down Blaxland Road Tatton gave Ralf’s mobile phone a call informing us that he had run out of petrol.

Asking Ralf a favor he arranged for Ralf to buy him a couple of liters of petrol and to bring them to where he was stranded, on the bridge heading to Leumeah and Woodbine Macdonald’s. As we arrived to a petrol station and Ralf was spinning shit about paying a fee for borrowing the petrol containers to hold the petrol he received another courtesy call from Tatton informing him that the car was once again started. This time they wanted to meet us at Mobil in Minto so off we headed once again.

Signing Off With a Rhyme

The time is now 6:15 a.m. incase you didn’t know and my eyes are starting to fall upon me so it is time that I should get going now. Be warned, I shall start writing at the first possible instance in my Diary before I probably go out tomorrow night. I know that I’d rather be with Tatton and Shawn at ‘Sublime’ than being in Ralf’s car going anywhere. Karl and Vedat still have my black shoes since our night at ‘Waves’ so I can’t go to any place with dress rules, shame. I wanted to head for Liverpool RSL and get into ‘JEMS’ but that won’t be happening any time soon. Anyway, time to sleep, sleepy…

Friday 5:57 p.m.

How ‘bout that we are on a roll, singing funky tunes from the funky fellow, with the ‘C’ note flying higher than an old halo and the Diary I will sound with and get around with. That was my rhyme that I add from my memory as I listen now to Warren G’s second album. That is pretty much needed in the background so I can keep myself interested in my Diary entry today before something might happen tonight.

Like I said before, I can go out to ‘Sublime’ with Tatton or I can probably go to another nightclub with Ralf but I really don’t feel like heading out to a nightclub tonight. If they are both doing that I might as well stay home or give Simon a call to see what he’s up to.

Quiet Talk at Subway

Starting last night off from when we arrived at Subway let me continue from within its doors. Ralf, Keith, Shawn, Tatton and I were seated inside and as we all got our seats and people bought their food we sat and had some good old conversation. Ralf was pretty much zoned out for most of the time we were talking so I made a point of that and he of course argued it saying that he was thinking, whatever.

Conversation was about our Friday night and what was happening but as Keith and Ralf played the game on his mobile phone (It has five games on it) and Shawn soon joined in I read his book of relativity about science. That’s when a discussion about scientific matters came to be with Tatton and I and I told him about the formula I was trying to work out.

Tatton once again sounded like he knew what he was talking about, probably because of his vast knowledge of the 80’s. Ralf wanted to head off early for some reason and after half an hour talking Keith, Ralf and I left. After asking him where we were going he informed us that we were headed to see Simon.

Pizza Hut Car Park Watch

Parking to wait for Simon we noticed that it was pretty much dead inside of Ingleburn Pizza Hut and Marley wasn’t there. Little 16 year old Marley from once when I thought of her as angelic and not tacky proved me wrong with getting onto someone twice her age and from what I’ve also heard, had sex with her that Halloween night. Simon took ages to come as Keith called him to see where he was but while we were waiting we noticed Zane’s car.

As he jumped into his car I think we acknowledged him as Keith told us that he’s become different now that he’s started working at Pizza Hut, for the worse. Minutes later the girl that headed to the City with Simon on Saturday night and is supposed to like Zane jumped into the car. All of us were amazed that he was giving her a lift as she jumped in the back seat because Zane knew that she liked him. Minutes after that Simon came down and we talked to him for a couple of minutes before we too headed off because Ralf wanted to get home and then time was heading towards 11:30 p.m.

Following Zane's Car

While heading home we pulled up behind Zane’s car by chance as we came to Bradbury Oval, those lights where the new bridge is and the highway. Noticing only two people now in Zane’s car we figured that he dropped off that girl and Devon was still in the front seat. As Zane pulled into Bradbury Park and headed into a deserted area where there were no lights all of us gasped in the car.

Now we strongly suspected that Zane had the girl in his car and if he didn’t it was strange that he took his car down there and stopped. Ralf sped up to drop me off at home as Tatton gave us a call because we wanted to get back down there. Tatton was waiting for me at my house. On the Parkway just after the pools we noticed some pretty hot girls and one of them resembled a taller Lyssa because of the fact she had her blonde hair in a ponytail with the same body type.

Squeezed Between Two Cars

Tatton was a street away from my house behind a parked car with his lights on and we all looked at each other without a clue of what he was doing. Ralf turned the car around at my house and as we tried to pull over next to him he kept driving obviously not looking in his rear vision mirror as he never does.

Ralf squished him between a parked car and his car on a narrow road and I thought as they both passed the parked car they were going to hit each other but it didn’t happen. Ralf had Tatton stop and as he did Keith and I jumped in his car and headed towards Bradbury Oval. On the way there we once again noticed the blonde hair girl and Keith informed me that it was the girl that Emrys practically raped years ago at Rory’s party.

Stakeout At Bradbury Oval

With Tatton in the drivers seat for most of the night the phone rang and as Shawn answered we found out that Ralf was at Bradbury Oval waiting upon us to arrive so we could all find out what Zane was up to. Zane is going out with Cara to my knowledge and I won’t appreciate the fact that he’s cheating one a person that used to be my friend a fair while back and still is my friend. Zane’s practically a Pizza Slut himself, he shouldn’t be so one track minded.

Ralf was at the front near the pools waiting for our arrival and as we drove past him he let out a laugh as we did knowing that busting Zane was like finding candy on the street, sweet bliss. Both our cars drove past his car and I noticed that he had his brake lights on as well as his parking lights at the front. “That’s pretty smart” Keith blurted “he’s making it so it’s harder to see into his car including the fact that he has dark tinted windows.

Driving our cars and turning around we parked next to each other but the idiots parked under light so Zane could see what exactly we were doing. Zane wasn’t phased as we stuck around talking with each other in this light. Keith and I were lying down in the back of the car, we were laughing but didn’t want to get seen. Driving past Zane’s car Ralf went first and I think as his lights shun upon the car I noticed the girl in the front seat.

The windows in their car were also down slightly and Keith once again thought Zane was smart as not to let the windows fog up. Our car was next to pass and as we did I tried to look through the windows but I couldn’t see distinctly who was in the passenger seat but I could be certain it wasn’t Devon. Ralf headed home after this situation and from there we drove around.