Putting on her coat that she just retrieved from the floor, Joy made her way to the front door. For some reason unknown to her, she felt compelled to check on the moon rock again.
Sure enough, there it sat on the shelf above the television. Joy stepped closer. It was pale, about the size of a large fist. She stood on the tips of her toes to pull it down. It felt smooth in her hand. She was fascinated by it, it was drawing her in. She couldn't understand it. It was intoxicating.
She began to feel as though she were experiencing tunnel vision. Nothing but the rock in her hands mattered. Her breathing quickened, and she began to sweat. It was getting hot. She pulled at her collar, and wiped her forehead.
"Joy?" A voice, her father's, called from the other room.
Breaking free from her strange trance, Joy answered. "Yea dad?"
"You can take my car if you're home by nine." He said.
She remembered then that her car was busted, she didn't know anything about them anyway, so she just assumed take her father up on his offer. She grabbed his keys from the table near the door, leaving the moon rock in their place.
"Thanks dad, I'll be home by nine.." Joy said, taking her leave from the house.
She hopped into her father's "sweet ride" as he called it, a 1996 Honda Civic. Hardly "sweet" if you asked her, but then again, she didn't care about cars all that much..
Reaching the first intersection of many on the way to David's house, she flips through radio stations. Settling on a commercial rock network, she eases back into the seat.
It is then that she remembers her encounter with the moon rock. Strange thing. She couldn't understand why she zoned out like that. In fact, she still felt a little flustered. Maybe she was just thinking about David. He was nineteen, two years older than she was.. A really nice guy. Joy really loved him, although she had never really been in a relationship with anyone else, which caused her to speculate on some days whether or not it was in fact love.
Getting closer to David's place, she realized that she was still really hot. She blasted the air conditioner to the maximum setting, and let it pour on her face.
"God damn..." She remarked, wiping sweat from her face. Something was making her slightly uncomfortable. She just couldn't figure it out.
Pulling up to the curb outside David's apartment, she turns the car off. Taking a moment to gather herself, she checks herself in the mirror to make sure none of her eye liner had began to run because of the sweat. She must be getting sick or something, she figured. She looked rather pale.
Oh well. Spending time with David is more important than worrying about coming down with some virus..