A Storm

Jason Lee sped through the highway into his girlfriend's living room.

Hi
Hi

She was smoking cooly on the living room couch. She did not bother to get up. Instead, Jason sat next to her.

He had fixed an "F" on her report card. It had been transformed into an "A."

He looked at her hair which was as black and shiny as a bowling ball? That was a strange thought. Then he thought, what a waterfall her hair was, growing like an exotic plant from her head.

She was beautiful but he did not like to look at her face.

I can't believe your father lets you smoke in the house.

He's not the "controlling" type.

She emphasized controlling as if all Asian parents were controlling.

He wanted to kiss her then he stopped.

What's bothering you?
What's bothering me? What's bothering me? That's a good question. What do you think is bothering me?

I don't know.
You never know. That's the problem.
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about you and the girl you went to the movies with last weekend.
I never went to the movies with another girl.
You did, you asshole.